Two days later, Amy walked through the corridors, a small smile evident on her face.

She'd been in Dumbledore's office for the past hour, telling him everything that Cedric had done to her for the past few months, and under the circumstances; he'd expelled Cedric as he had tried to murder his fellow student.

"And I'm sure you can think of some way for you to show your talent to your friends." He'd told her, that famous twinkle in his eye.

Madam Pomfrey had patched her up in no time, she'd only needed to check there was no more water left in Amy's lungs and that she wasn't ill from the cold she'd been exposed too. Amy had only been in the Hospital Wing so long for her own protection until Cedric was expelled.

That meant she was free. Free to do whatever she wanted, and to have no fear of him trapping her in some dark corner.

A grin spread across her face, making her eyes crinkle a bit at the ends as she felt herself break away from Cedric and the hold he'd had on her.

She looked outside as she walked past one of the windows; it was pouring with rain. Rather than dampening her spirits, she had an idea.

She took her ipod out of her pocket; put a waterproof and amplifying spell on it and lifting up her robes, clipped it to her skirt belt. She took of her robes and dumping them in a corner she walked out into the rain in her blouse and skirt.

She was soaking within seconds but she pressed play and "Singin' In the Rain" by Mint Royale came on.

She started doing a street dance. When she moved water sprayed of her and was flung up every time she moved her feet. She dragged her foot on the ground before quickly throwing it up behind her, putting her hands together in front of her and looking towards the castle as she did, the water flew of her foot and hung in the air a second, creating a perfect pose for a picture as her hair clung to her face and neck. She circled her head quickly and saw the water fly away from her as her hair whipped around her. She did a double pirouette really fast with her arms outstretched so that the rain glanced of her arms and flung out in a circle around her as well as swirling around her feet. She laughed delightedly and moved her arms around in a pattern, kicking her legs up and flinging the water around her, feeling like George Sampson. She raised her head up, closed her eyes and let herself spin like a happy child for a minute; a big grin on her face, not caring about her make-up or the cold she was going to catch.

She had no fear of anyone seeing her, for they were all in lessons.

She walked back into the school entrance and was confronted with half the school staring at her with open mouths.

"Fuck" she mouthed.

"Amy that was brilliant" said Fred and George Weasley, coming up to her and speaking in time.

"Amazing" said Ernie.

"Amy, why didn't you-"came Luna.

"Wow" started Parvati. "I didn't know you could-"

She was cut off by a hundred other people coming forward to congratulate her. As they advanced towards her she couldn't see the four boys standing back and smiling at her, glancing at each other.

Harry indicated Amy with his head "Go on then" he ordered Draco.

Meanwhile Amy was feeling a bit over whelmed. "I-I-" this was all she'd ever wanted wasn't it? Her friends to accept her love of dance?

But it was too much too soon.

"Do you want to get out of here?" a familiar voice whispered in her ear.

She nodded and felt them drag her backwards, away from her friends.

"Brilliant dancing by the way" he called over his shoulder as he pulled her into The Room of Requirement.

It had taken the form of a homely looking cubby hole with a big fire and a sofa placed right in front of it.

He turned and smirked at her. "Why is it every time I see you now a day's you're covered in water?" he asked teasingly.

"Mmmmmm" I think it's you." she teased back, making him chuckle lightly. "As we're in the room of requirement, you must've thought about me with wet clothes again."

He grinned again and then frowned slightly and some dry clothes and a towel appeared on the sofa arm, and a screen in the corner of the room.

She flashed him a grateful smile, grabbed the clothes and towel and disappeared behind the screen.

"I'm going to guess from the way you were smiling and laughing as you danced that you've heard the good news about Diggory?" he called out.

"Oh yeah. Was it you who told Dumbledore?"

"Yes."

"I'm surprised he got rid of Cedric, he was a star pupil".

"Yeah with a criminal record".

"What???"

"Apparently a muggle girl told the police he raped her, but the charges were dropped when she withdrew her complaint suddenly."

"Are you having a laugh?!?!" she called, enraged from behind the screen.

"Oh no I-"

"I meant about this!!!"

She emerged from behind the screen, gesturing to her body with her hands, both eye-brows raised, mouth open.

Draco looked at her, confused for a moment and then started laughing. "Oops" he simply said.

"Oops???" she stooped down and picked up her soaking shirt so she could throw it at him. She missed of course and only made him laugh harder.

She was wearing a low and short white tank top that only came down to her belly button and barely covered the top of her lacy red bra which was incredibly obvious through the skimpy white material and black shorts that were more like knickers they were so short.

She wasn't ashamed of her body so she just rolled her eyes and came and sat down next to him on the sofa, crossing her legs and facing him. After all, the boy frequently saw her in clothes that were either sopping wet and clinging to her body, or he saw her in a skin tight leotard!

Draco stopped laughing after a while "I'm sorry but I only wished for clothes, I didn't really think about what kind." He smirked. The two sat in companiable silence for a while as Amy ran her hair through her fingers to try and make it dry quicker.

"Hey...Draco?" she asked hesitantly as he looked at her expectantly. "When the werewolf went for us, you turned me so that it would get you first and I...when I woke up, Madam Pomfrey said I'd just missed you, and that you'd gone as soon as I'd started waking up." She hesitated again. "She also told me that...that you carried me there and that...you wouldn't let anyone else touch me or help you. Why did you do that?" she finally asked.

Now it was Draco's turn to hesitate. "Well....I...Ever since I first followed you and watched you dance all that time ago, I've felt really...protective of you. I mean...you're so beautiful and slim, so you look frail! Like the bruises on your arms! They covered the whole upper part of your arms! When the werewolf attacked I just wanted to protect you and when I saw the bruises and guessed about Diggory I just...I couldn't believe that someone would treat you like that. And I...after the way that scumbag treated you I just didn't really...trust anyone else to get you there safely" he finished, his eyes smouldering at her, a lock of hair hanging down.

She reached out slowly to push it back, her hand lingering as the two looked at each other.

Suddenly his lips were crashing down on hers, but his kiss was soft and gentle. Her hands tangled in his hair and he shifted so she was forced on her back. He was on his knees, straddling her hips and leaning on his elbows so he didn't squash her.

He nibbled her lip gently and she gave a soft moan that seemed to throw him into a frenzy. He stopped being gentle and started being passionate. She could almost feel his longing and desire for her as his lips travelled down her neck while she gasped for air.

He looked up at her, his eyes were back to the deep gray they sometimes seemed to be. "I love you" he stated simply and went back to her neck.

"How long've-" she didn't finish her sentence because he was busy kissing her lips again.