It was the end of the Dumbledore's Army meeting and everyone was getting ready to leave when the door exploded. Parts of the wall and door flew backwards. Some people screamed and Amy felt someone pull her head into them as they stood in front of her, with their back to the exploding door so that none went on Amy.

She looked up just as Neville turned back around.

As the dust settled, she saw Umbridge in her usual pink suit with her cronies. She scanned them quickly and saw a blonde head and Draco's face, looking rather sulky. Their eyes locked and she dimly heard Umbridge squeal "Get them!" at the same time that Harry screamed at them to run.

She felt Neville grab her hand and pull her backwards but at the same time she was pushed forward by someone, forcing her and Draco to break eye contact as she stumbled and lost grip of Neville's hand. All the movement had upset the dust again and in the chaos she realised she'd been separated from her friends and was almost out of the ruined room when large arms grabbed her around her upper body, lifting her off the ground and they said "Gotcha" in her ear. Goyle.

She struggled to get her feet to the ground crying "LET GO" with each struggle. Her arms were trapped by her side and she couldn't breathe properly as Goyle tightened his grip. She started panicking and her struggles became stronger as adrenaline rushed through her.

She screamed as there was a flash of red light that she assumed was aimed at her and screamed again as she fell to the floor, landing softly on top of him but with the wind taken out of her.

The dust was whirling around and she could see nothing as someone pulled her to her feet and ran quickly along the corridor, regardless of her tripping and stumbling behind them. She thought it was Neville or one of her friends but as her rescuer pulled her behind a curtain with them she could see who it was in the dim light.

"You" she said again to the blonde boy. "I thought you were Neville! Why aren't you with your friends?" she panted.

"Why are you with yours" he asked angrily.

She was lost for words. While she was panting and out of breath from her exercise he seemed completely composed.

"You're so, so lucky I saw you and managed to stun Goyle, otherwise you'd be joining Potter and co in detention for the next few months. Why are you with them anyway?"

"I- Oh Fuck my friends!" She moaned gently.

He regretted ranting at her now, his face softened and he told her reassuringly, "most managed to escape out of another door Longbottom wanted. I just wish you'd gone the same way. Now we're stuck here until we're sure they've all gone!"

Normally if someone spoke to her like that she'd make sure they felt the sharp side of her tongue, but he had helped her. Today and for the last few weeks.

"Well...thank you for helping me. Again."

He looked down at her, "you're welcome" he said sincerely, all anger gone from his face.

He grinned suddenly "By the way, I very much enjoyed your dance the other night".

"I thought you might" she grinned back mischievously.

They stared into each other's eyes again. Both thought that the other had fascinating eyes that were equalled by no other.

He wiped some dust of her cheek, his touch gentle. His hand froze near her jaw, their faces slowly inched closer, eyes focused on each other as they both breathed unevenly.

His lips brushed hers gently in the softest kiss she had ever experienced, but the softness didn't seem to register for her lips felt as though pins and needles were gently poking them.

"What is this?" came Umbridge's shrill voice right on the other side of the curtain. The two froze, their faces millimetres apart. The three seconds that passed felt a lot longer.

"I never expected you to be part of this Miss. Chang!"

Amy almost felt sorry for the girl.

The two were still frozen as everyone walked past their hiding place. They could hear Harry growling to his captor that he could walk by himself.

When all was silent again, the two breathed a sigh of relief and then started to pant slightly as they both realised they'd been holding their breath.

"I think" he panted "that we should get out of here".

Amy laughed breathlessly "Definitely".

He put his hand in the small of her back, almost covering it as she was so petit and him so big. She tingled slightly but carried on and pushed the curtain out of the way.

Pansy stopped walking along the corridor.

"Drakie you're...you're with a Gryffindor!"

Amy groaned. She could only imagine how this looked. Her dishevelled and both of them out of breath now.

"So what?" he said dismissively as he propelled Amy along away from her.