After the 'kissing incident' I had wandered with Fred, Lee, and George for the duration of the rest of the trip.

At the end of the day Fred kissed me goodbye, and this time, his eyes were open, from the beginning. I had gossiped with Clarisse about all that had happened, and she happily went along in her mellow sort of way. She had always been very relaxed, even now that we were both seventh years.

The next day there was still no school and I spent my day with Fred wandering the corridors.

"Hey, this might not be the best thing to talk about, but do you believe what harry said about you-know-who?" Fred asked seemingly out of no where.

"Well, I'm honestly not sure. On one hand, Harry has yet to cause any reason not to trust him, they couldn't explain Cedric's death, and the headmaster agrees. On the other hand, the ministry is heavily denying it. But when you look at it objectively, I suppose Id have to side with harry. It's logical for the ministry to not wish to believe he who must not be named is back. He was ruthless before, now that he would be back with vengeance, it's terrifying to think about. Why do you ask?"

"Well, with him being back and all, we need to defend ourselves, especially you. I can't think about how I'd feel if you were harmed."

When I heard the last bit I lightly gasped and squeezed his hand, mentally giggling despite the seriousness of our discussion.

"So there's a group of us practicing Defense against the dark arts in secret, and Harry is teaching it. I trust you, and think you can keep a secret. Would you join the group? If not for yourself, do it for me?"

We had stopped and he was looking into my eyes so pleadingly that I had to agree. And I may be book smart, but I wasn't actually that well at performing defensive or offensive spells. But I excelled in transfiguration.

I thought for a moment, then replied "of course Ill join. If Umbridge refuses to properly teach the class then Harry is the perfect choice."

"Great! We just need to find Hermione so you can sign the contract and then go to the meeting tonight. We're just started a week or so ago."

"Fabulous. Where's Hermione?"

"The library of course. Where else would the bookworm be?"

I laughed quietly and followed Fred to the Library as he excitedly explained the spells they had worked on thus far, and how he'd destroy any death eater to cross his path.

I rather liked Hermione. She would have made an excellent Ravenclaw. None of use was completely sure as to why she was in Gryffendor, I had concluded it was because while we Ravenclaws were intelligent, brave, etc, we stayed out of things and left it to the Gryffendors and the slytherins. Hermione used her intellect to aid Harry and Ron in all their troubles. We simply used our smarts to solve problems, become healers, or write books on triumphs we had never accomplished. I then began to feel somewhat sad. Was my life already planned? Was I destined to be something befitting a stereotypical Ravenclaw? I knew this was expected of me, and I knew I lacked the courage for much else. Nor did I much care for teaching or research, but there had to be something I could do that wouldn't sound so, dull. Right?

"There she is! I knew shed be in the library." Fred exclaimed as we made our way to the Gryffindor whose nose was buried in a leather bound book about defensive spells.

"Hello Hermione, fancy meeting you here."

"Fred, shouldn't you be paying first years to test your joke products, with total disregard for their health and well being?"

My eye brow rose when she mentioned Fred's 'products'.

"Hermione, I'm devastated. I had no idea you thought so lowly of me."

"Mhmm."

"Anyways, back to my original idea. The beautiful Melissa here would love to accompany me to our next little, party. Any way she could get onto the guest list?" he said quietly, in case anyone was listening. Despite his attempt at using code.

Hermione's head whipped up and she looked at me quizzically. I smiled lightly under the scrutiny, and gazed back, equally, if not more so as I inspected her. She shied away from my stare and reached into her bag pulling out a piece of parchment.

"Sign right there." She whispered.

"Fine."

I leaned over the table, borrowed her quill and scribbled my name down. I purposely altered my handwriting and made it appear to say someone else's name, then stood and looked around carefully. I wasn't particularly in the mood to get into trouble over a little club. Seeing as they had all been banned.

Now that I had sealed my fate, I excused myself and left to go and finish my weekend homework I was scheduled to work on with Clarisse. I was intrigued to find out, just what was this, Dumbledore's Army really about?

I know this was short, but im feeling horrible today and can barely see what im typing. Ill update my other story as well though, have no fear. Ta ta for now.