"Isabelle," a male voice whispers for the doorway. "Isabelle," it sounds again.
Sitting up I look over to the door only to see Harry dressed in a brown suite, "Harry? What are you doing?"
"I have my hearing today at the Ministry, I wanted to see if you would like to join me," Harry explains.
"Not today Harry, sorry, goof luck though," I respond before lying back down and closing my eyes.
"Breakfast time, Isabelle," Ginny announces not two hours later.
"Thank you, Ginny," I reply, slowly making my way down stairs. I am not a morning person.
"Where is Harry?" Ron asks as I walk into the kitchen.
"He had his hearing this morning," I reply leaving out the part about him asking me to join him.
"I hope everything goes well for him," Hermione says, taking a bite out of her toast.
Before I am able to say anything Harry walks thought the door a smile set upon his face, "I'm not expelled," he announces.
Unable to contain myself I rush over to him, throwing my arms around him, Harry hugs me back.
"I knew it!" yells Ron, punching the air. "You always get away with stuff!" he continues making an utter fool of himself.
"They were bound to clear you," says Hermione, who had looked positively faint with anxiety upon Harry entering the kitchen. "There was no case against you, none at all…."
"Everyone seems quite relieved, though, considering they all knew I'd get off," Harry jokes looking at me
"Yes," I reply.
Mrs. Weasley is wiping her face on her apron as Fred, George and Ginny dance around the kitchen chanting, "He got off, he got off, he got off…."
"I wish you had come along," Harry whispers, his lips inches from my ear,
"So, Harry, did Isabelle split with her Slytherin boyfriend and start going with you?" question Fred upon seeing Harry and me standing next to each other.
"Yes, in fact I did Fred," I reply, praying Harry will follow along. I am tired of the questions.
"Yeah," Harry says, taking my hand in his. I let out a sigh thanking Merlin that Harry was good at following along.
"So you get the girl and got off for using magic," Fred announces thus starting the chanting again.
"Thank you," I whisper my hand still in Harry's
"Anytime," he replies.
"That's enough, settle down!" shouts Mr. Weasley, thought he too is smiling. "Listen, Sirius, Lucius Malfoy was at the Ministry –."
"What?" Sirius replies sharply.
"He got off, he got off, he got off –"
"Be quiet you three! Yes, we saw him talking to Fudge on level nine; they went to Fudge's office together. Dumbledore ought to know," Mr. Weasley continues on.
"Absolutely," replies Sirius. "We'll tell him, don't worry."
I suppose this means I have another job. Bring this message to Dumbledore once you get back to school. Don't tell anyone else about what we've told you, blah, blah, blah. It's the same thing every time.
"Harry," I say quietly, "you can let go now…of my hand, I mean."
"Right, how long are we going to pretend?" Harry questions, dropping my hand.
"Only when we are around Fred and George," I reply before walking out of the kitchen.
As I walk down the hall Mr. Weasley walks past, just as he is about to open the door it is pulled open by Snape, just the person I need to talk to.
"They saw Mr. Malfoy at the Ministry today," I whisper once Mr. Weasley has left.
"How do you know this?" Snape questions, stopping in front of me.
"I hear things. Arthur was telling Sirius about it, they are going to inform Dumbledore," I explain.
"Let them, Lucius works at the Ministry," Snape replies before brushing past me.
I follow behind. Having not had breakfast I am extremely hungry and though it does not feel it upon looking at my watch I now see it has been three hours since I was awaken. I am entirely too hungry to go on any longer without food.
"There she is," Tonks greets me, "Fred and George just told me about you and Harry."
"Yeah..." I reply plopping down in the seat across from Harry, the two next to him being occupied by Ron and Hermione.
"Is everything alright?" Harry questions as I place my forehead in my left hand, closing my eyes.
"Just not feeling well," I reply, wondering if he is truly concerned or just being a good 'boyfriend.'
"Do you still want lunch dear?" Mrs. Weasley asks.
"Yes please," I answer as Mrs. Weasley sets a plate of roast chicken and mashed potatoes in front of me. I at hungrily unable to remember a time I had eaten food so good all I come up wit what the last feast at Hogwarts.
After lunch Harry, Ron, Hermione and me to go clean an upstairs room, which is still in need of de – molding. It isn't that I mind cleaning up a room it is that I've got other things to do today, de – molding is not on the top of my list.
Never the less I smile as all four of us trudge up the stairs, rags and buckets of water in our hands. No use arguing with someone who is providing you shelter.