I stared at all the kids in the group. And then stared at the ghost that was doing something strange to the paintings. I don't know all I could think about was that they belonged here and I didn't.

Stop it; I belong as much as him. Him, meaning Draco Malfoy, my idiot fiancé. Of course, that wasn't much consoling in that. Draco, the chick-magnet-hot-smirking idiot was looking at me, a longing expression that didn't match what else I'd seen on his face.

But they were all wearing black robes and talking about some guy named Creevy. I didn't have a robe on; waist-high jeans are the range; and whoever Creevy was, well I didn't care when I saw all the food piled on the tables, which were occupied with more kids wearing robes.

A little about the place, or castle. Big, stone arches and walkways, the gardens and lake all made the place feel like a normal boarding school. But I thought boarding schools were for the rich and stupid? The only thing that made me uneasy was the Forbidden Forest Hermione talked about. Stories about monsters and a giant got chills running down my spine.

People were pushing and shoving me to get to the tables, which made me step on someone's foot, causing a spark of light escape from his pocket.

"Oh, it's you, Weasley. And what the hell was that light? Going to "stupid" me again?"

He stared open mouth. "That wasn't me."

"Well, it came from your pocket."

"That doesn't mean I said it."

"Then who did? And if I am right, then I can say that even though I'm a "muggle", I know more than you do about magic."

Ron just shrugged, refusing to reply. Hermione glared at me, still mad with the "fiancé incident. Harry groaned. "Jayne. Really, I even think that he knows more, but seeing how smart you are now…" he waved his hand around, knocking a boy's freckled face. I took one glance and threw my arms around Sean. "SEAN!"

He stared at me and then hugged me so hard, I think he crushed my spine. "Hey, Sean, you can release me now. Ow. Um, you know that it was only two years since I've last seen you? And;" I shrugged his arms off my shoulders, and wiped off his peck on my cheek; "they're still staring at us."

He grinned. 'Well, they can just shrug off. I've wanted to see you since I left school."

"And that was because you were expelled. Besides, Draco is a much better choice, 'cause at least he can get good marks on his schoolwork."

He slapped me and I fell back. Nobody tried to help me, but if it had been someone else that had hit me, they wouldn't help anyway.

Within two minutes of my arrival on the ground, my fiancé had scooped me up, carried me to the infirmary, and poked me with the stick he had in his pocket. He muttered a word, something that sounded in Latin, and a few moments afterword, my pain melted away.

"Draco, does everyone have a stick? What else does it do? Can it get something for me across the room?" I guess I wasn't so smart after all.

He laughed, not a cruel one though. "Yes, and everyone will kill you because I love you. So try to stick with what you know." He helped me up and gave me a light hug. "Oh, there's something on your bed. You'll like it."

I stared at him. He opened the door, and paused. "Oh, I forgot. Stay away from Sean and I won't have to "punish" you."

His old smirk came back and I slapped him. After he stopped groaning about the pain and fell asleep on one of the hospital beds, I whispered, "Thank you Draco. I wish I could love you back."