A/N: Hello. I'm finally updating! SO, I have a new apprentice *co-writer.* She is my best friend, check her out at the end of my profile. YES I DID PUT HER NAME INTO MY USERNAME. My username was Olliv Lynn Sullam, but now its OllivandDarinda. Check her out, PM any questions, and review!

Disclaimer: I apparently look like JK Rowling or Andrew Lloyd Weber, or you wouldn't be asking for this…but I am neither, so get off my back. Only the plot is mine…unfortunately.

"Ron. RON. RON, GET YOUR BUTT UP HERE NOW!" Harry yelled frantically. He couldn't find any trace of Dumbledore. And, quite frankly, Dumbledore was all he had left.

Ron walked lazily up the stairs, bewildered when he saw Harry's panicked face.

"Harry? 'Sup mate?" he asked, his mouth full of Redvines.

"Dumbledore is gone! He's gone, goddammit, and I know it was Macavity and Voldemort! I know it! We need—"

"Harry! Stop!" Ron exclaimed. Harry froze and looked at him.

"WHAT?" he shouted after a few seconds of silence. Dumbledore could be dying at this very moment, and all Ron was doing was staring at him with Redvines stuffed in his mouth.

"Did you ever think that maybe he's going on a walk?" Ron asked.

Harry scoffed and pointed at the paw print on the ground. "Does that answer your question?"

~~~~~~~~~~~Story break I love Harry Potter!~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Misto and Hermione were in his pipe, looking over details for the fight.

Or not. They were actually heating it up with every kiss and touch possible, but that counts as preparing, doesn't it?

Misto was actually VERY talented with his tongue. Of course he is, thought Hermione, he's a cat. They lap up milk in cat form.

They broke apart from their little "break" and actually started working. Everyone in her group had actually gone on very well in her classes. They were ready now, no questions asked.

But, no matter what she could do, Victoria always looked at her like she was evil or something. This, for a matter of fact, was not true at all. Hermione was going to ask Misto about it, but then thought against it. And then for it. And then against it again.

Make up your mind, kid! Hermione could hear her inner Bomba say. He probably has nothing to do with that tramp, just some bad history, that's all.

Hermione was about to fight with that voice when she caught Misto staring at her with a curious gaze.

"What?" she asked, trying to act innocent.

Misto just frowned. "What's wrong Hermione?"

Hermione blushed. "I was just wondering about something…don't feel like you need to answer me at all."

Misto smiled. "Anything."

"'?" Hermione sputtered out. Misto laughed.

"What was that? I didn't quite catch it—"

Hermione couldn't bear to say it again, so she just lunged at Mistoffelees instead. She crashed their lips together, Misto reciprocating the kiss as much as she was. Their hands moved down each others chests. Hermione moaned when Misto started trailing kisses down her neck, biting and sucking gently.

Hermione started to pull the dress down her torso when Misto stopped her hands. He broke the kiss, slightly frowning.

"'Mione," Misto said whispering. "What are you doing?"

Hermione just smiled and went to Misto's ear. "What do you think I'm doing?" she whispered seductively. She went back to attacking Misto's lips again.

Misto pulled her off gently. "'Mione, doll, we can't do this, not now."

Hermione looked up, genuinely hurt. "W-what? You don't want me? I thou- I thought that you loved me, I thought that you wanted this just as much—"

"Honey, please, quiet down. I was just saying that don't you think that we should wait until after the fight?" Misto pleaded when Hermione started to crawl out of the den.

Hermione turned around, a deadly mixture of tears and fire in her eyes. "Why? This might be the last chance to be with someone I love! The dark wizards and cats will declare war anytime, and this might be the last time I see you! I…I love you Misto. And I can't bear the thought of letting you go."

Misto gaped at her. So this is why she had been acting so…handsy.

Hermione took this silence as a chance to break out of his grip. As she turned to crawl away, she looked back just once. "Tell me when you're ready to be forgiven." And with that, she was gone.

*********Cats!*********And Harry Potter!*********

"Jemima!" Harry shouted when he saw her walking past the house.

Jemima turned. "Oh, Harry, nice to see you! What's wrong?"

"Have you seen Dumbledore?"

"Um, yes I did." Jemima giggled really loudly (Music to my ears, Harry thought). "He was walking around stamping red paw prints onto cats' hands and calling them 'Jesse McCartney douches…whatever that means…"

Harry sighed with relief. "I thought he was kidnapped."

Jemima's eyes widened. "Don't worry about him, Harry, he's just a bit loopy. Maybe Deuteronomy can, like, put him to sleep."

Harry nodded and smiled. "Thanks, Jemima. You're so much help!" Harry trotted off with a dog leash.

Probably to get a hold of Dumbledore…I can't wait until after the fight is over.

Woot! I finally updated another chapter! PLEASE REVIEW! My writing frequencies are dying because of the sad amount of reviews. So please, pretty please, with Darinda belly dancing on top, review.

Also, I need a prompt for the next chapter. Because I'm not ready for the fight just yet.

~Liv