NEW GIRL

A Harry Potter FanFiction

Chapter Fifteen

The rest of the semester came and went. Ron and Hermione finally became an item, Monique and Draco broke up and Harry and I, well, I wasn't sure what we were.

Holidays were surprisingly ok. I got to see my parents, which was nice. After a lovely warm Christmas, I flew back to England and stayed with the Weasley's. It was nice to see Harry, Ron, Hermione and Monique. Plus, I got to meet Ron's family. They all seemed really nice. Molly was slightly overbearing, but her heart was in the right place.

I came down for breakfast at stupid o'clock thanks to Hermione, who had "accidentally" woke me. I was so jealous of Monique who was sharing a room with Ginny. As I sat down to the hearty breakfast with Percy, Mr Weasley, Mrs Weasley, Hermione and Harry, the owl post arrived. There was a letter from my parents (they had just learnt how to use the owl post, seeing, as mobiles don't work in the wizarding world), a letter from Sirius for Harry, some important looking letters for Mr Weasley and Percy and then one left over for Monique. Mrs Weasley recognised it immediately and snatched it up before anyone could have a good look at it. She went over to the mantle piece and shoved it in a box, which looked over flowing with letters.

"Mum, who was that for?" Percy asked, "I seem to be missing a letter from Barty."

"Oh, no dear, that was for Monique."

"Then why are you hiding it in that box?"

"I – I'm not hiding it, I'm just holding onto it for her."

Percy eyed her suspiciously. Ron entered the kitchen yawning.

"You're holding onto what for who?" he questioned.

"She's hiding letters from Monique." Percy answered. Ron looked at his mother quizzically.

"Is this to do with that Malfoy boy?" Mr Weasley asked. I looked sharply up at Molly. That dirty weasel! Wasn't it enough that he had publically humiliated her, now he had to send her hate mail to? Molly gave a guilty look.

"Mum, is it?" Ron prompted her.

"Yes." She said quickly. Her face flushing crimson. Must be where Ron gets it.

"That bastard. Why won't he just leave her alone?" Harry asked angrily, Molly shot him a dirty look, "Sorry about the language Mrs Weasley." He muttered.

"I just feel so sorry for her," Hermione added, "She put her heart on the line for him and he threw it in her face. Now he has to send nasty letters. It's just awful."

"Sending nasty letters is he? Must be following in his father's footsteps." Mr Weasley said as he looked up from the Daily Prophet.

"Well, he's not actually sending nasty letters." Mrs Weasley said quietly.

"What?" I cried, "Then what is he sending?"

"Well, it's quite romantic actually. Poor thing, he has been sending all these letters saying how much he loves her and how he wants to get back with her. He's even told his parents about it, they've practically disowned him."

My jaw dropped in shock.

"Mum, you do know what he did, don't you?" Ron asked.

"Of course she does Ronald." Hermione said briskly, "Why are you storing them then?" She asked.

"When Monique first got here, she told me that any mail from the Malfoy's was to go straight in the fire. At first I thought, what an odd request, so I asked her about it and well, after all that, I couldn't throw them out. The poor boy is putting his heart on his sleeve."

"But, Mrs Weasley, he's a Malfoy!" said Harry.

"Oh, pish posh, he's still a boy, just like you."

"No, Molly I agree with Harry, once a Malfoy, always a Malfoy. Monique was lucky she got out when she did." Mr Weasley said as he stood up, "Well, I must be off. C'mon Perce" He kissed Mrs Weasley on the cheek and pop! He was gone.

About an hour later, Monique came down the stairs to the kitchen. Harry and Ron where off doing Quidditch practice, the twins had gone walk about and Ginny was off visiting a friend. This left Mrs Weasley, Hermione, Monique and I. We had decided that Molly must tell Monique about the letters.

"Oh, has everybody had breakfast?" Monique asked, stifling a yawn.

"Well, it is eleven o'clock after all." Hermione said stiffly. Molly bustled around the kitchen getting Monique some breakfast.

"Anything I can help with Mrs Weasley?" Monique asked brightly.

"No dear, I think you better sit down." Molly took a deep breath "We have something we want to tell you."

Monique sat down looking very perplexed. As Molly relayed what she had told us only hours before, Monique's face began to drop, dark rings forming around her eyes. Clearly, this had been playing on her mind a lot more than she had let on.

"Can, can I see the letters?" She asked softly.

"Of course dear."

Molly passed her the box and we left her in the kitchen to gather her thoughts.

Harry and I were lying in front of the fire. I had forgotten just hold cold it got around this time of year. I snuggled in closer to Harry's chest. Harry and I got along great and all the signs were there. I got butterflies in my stomach when I saw him, I missed him if I didn't see him, I got excited when he kissed me, but something just wasn't right. We fitted perfectly, but something was missing. That extra oomph which makes a relationship great. Because it was missing that "oomph", I hadn't been able to bring myself to have sex with Harry. This, whatever you would call us, had been happening for a good four-five months now. I did not mind the kissing, the kissing was great, but the thought of bumping uglies with Harry, well that just made me feel a little sick. I was sure Harry was feeling it though.

Monique came through the doorway of the kitchen.

"Mong, I'm screwed."

"What's wrong?" I asked, sitting up.

"Draco's coming tonight whether I want him to or not."

Well, tonight was going to be very interesting.