I realize the story took like a slow turn so I really wanna get to where I am now, it has more events.

I still hope you're enjoying it :)

Chapter 15

Saturday came and the trio had plans to go to Hogsmeade, just to get away from the castle that has become pretty unpleasant to be in. Fred was going as well with his fiends and George and Dey were going mostly together.

"Where's Dey?", George asked when the trio arrived at the great ring with out her, they looked back and then at each other.

"She was…right behind us.", Hermione said and Ron nodded.

George and Harry looked at each other, worried of why she just suddenly left. George burst out first, pushing Ron and Harry out of the way before Harry followed a few feet away. Deyanira stood paralyzed, with wide opened eyes and jaw dropped. Her tears streamed down as her knees vended and she collided on the floor, in front of the corpse of a blonde first year boy. When she came in, she swore no one was in here, maybe he got curious and went after, still…this was a sight for her.

"Dey-!", George entered and froze to the scene, letting Harry stop and bump with him, but also freeze. Both walked after hesitation to her and George went down, wrapping an arm around her, while Harry checked on the boy.

"Is he…dead?", she asked, knowing he was, but she had hope. Harry just looked at her, not wanting to say it.

"I-I'll get Dumbledore.", he said before he left.

Deyanira lowered her head, trying to erase the sight and George hugged her completely, turning her around and covering her head. In minutes, Dumbledore, Snape and McGonagall barged in with Harry behind. They saw the boy and then looked at Dey, who looked back between the hairs in her face.

"Harry, George…", McGonagall started and took a pause, "take her out of here…we'll deal with this."

Harry went to Dey and grabbed her arm as George grabbed the other one, helping her get up and getting her out of there. She was frozen and speechless.

"What do you wanna do?", George asked when they reached the stairs.

"Be alone…", she said and both nodded quickly.

"No", both added.

"…I'm going to my room…I just need to lie down.", she said, slipping her arms away from their hands and walking up, with both left behind, worried.

"What happened?", Hermione asked when they reached the great ring.

"Was she ok?", Ron added.

"Yeah…just sick…she's staying in bed.", Harry said, but it was a bit noticeable he was lying. George looked to them after looking back to the doors.

"You guys go ahead, I'll stay with her."

"I should stay too…to help.", Harry added.

"No, Harry. You need the break, if Umbridge sees you around she might give you detention for just breathing. Go ahead. If anything happens, I'll let you know.", after hesitation, Harry nodded and turned around. Hermione and Ron hesitated too, feeling Harry wanted to stay, but when he was a few feet away already, they caught up with him.

George quickly turned around and almost ran inside and reached the Gryffindor common room and went up the stairs, now slowing down his pace. He slowly opened the door and saw Dey, pacing around the room.

"I told you I wanted to be alone.", she stopped and said when he closed the door.

"I don't want to leave you alone.", he walked to her and they stopped talking for a few seconds, just to look at each other, "you need some company after what happened."

"…what if his parents start asking questions? They will blame Dumbledore and he won't say it was me…", she said, turning around, "what if they go to the Ministry…they might find out what I am."

"Dey"

"They can take me away…death eaters can even come to me."

"Dey"

"I have to do something…", she kept pacing while George grinned, "I can't let anyone take the blame for what I did…I-I can say it was me…practicing a spell-yeah, and he got in the way."

"Deyanira", she turned to him with a pointing finger.

"I'm taking the blame, but…not telling the whole truth."

George rushed to her and grabbed her face, making her look at him straight to the eyes.

"Calm down", he chuckled, "don't think about it, alright? Just rest.", she looked into his eyes and she found calmness, "look it wasn't your fault-"

"Of course it-", George placed a finger on her lips to shut her.

"No…you didn't know he was there…and you didn't have me to calm you.", he put on a cocky grin and she raised her eye brows.

"You THINK I need you?"

"Oh, I know you do, Dey."

"Keep thinking that while you walk around Hogsmeade alone."

"Nah, I rather stay here.", he said before lying down on her bed, with arms behind his head and with legs crossed, looking very comfortable, "figures you and Harry are Dumbledore's favorites. These beds are like 5 times better than mine. And the curtains look dashing."

"Nah, gets pretty lonely sometimes with just Harry", she got closed to the bed and wrapped an arm around one of the wooden poles, "when he's down at the common room with Ron and Hermione."

"Come here, then.", he stretched his arm, "you won't be alone today."

She looked at him with a sweet smiled before biting her bottom lip. His cocky stare had left and he was looking at her in this sweet way, also inviting. She slowly walked around the bed to lie beside him. He turned around to face her, making his eyes to turn her cheeks red and even look down. They started to talk about random stuff, memories mostly. He shared with her the time he went to the Quidditch World Cup the year before and they found out there places weren't that far really. He groaned at realizing they could have met a year ago, making her laugh. He even asked how was she when the death eaters came, knowing they were behind her too, besides Harry. She admitted she was scared, but she knew she was in good hands with her parents.

"I want to see any death eater come to you now.", he said, "I dare them to pass over me.", she just let out a little laugh, "and you've got Potter on your side too. I mean-"

"They have more reason to get him.", her smile faded, feeling guilty again.

"C'mon, Dey. This is not your fault. Dumbledore put you two together because both of you have that in common. Both of you can have each other's back and now how that feels. Besides…if he hadn't put you here, in Hogwarts, or introduced you to Harry, we wouldn't have met.", he smiled again, making her do it too.

After a few more minutes of talking, she turned around with eyes closed, letting him know she was taking a nap. His hand made its way to her waist and belly, dragging her closer and bumping her head with his nose. The heat of her body started to rise over his stomach and chest. His heart was pounding, he was afraid she could feel it and wake up, asking what was wrong, he couldn't just tell her the truth. His hand trembled in the desire to go under her shirt and pull her even closer. 'Fred would do it', he thought, 'the devil, even Ron would do it to Hermione if he had this chance…he would hesitate, but everyone would take a chance to be this close to the girl they want.' That's the thing…he didn't just want her.

"What time is it?", she asked, rubbing her eyes and stretching about 2 hours after, waking him up.

"Ah…I don't know, Dey", he said in his sleepy tone, making her put a half smile before turning to him.

"Slept well?"

"Yeah…actually, great.", he smiled back.

"Wanna walk around the castle? I don't think Harry has returned yet."

"Neither Fred; with Umbridge here he would rather just sit on a corner of Hog's Head until is curfew.", he chuckled and she joined.

Both got up at the same time and before heading to the door, she apparated leaving him to go down alone and meet up at the common room, uniting hands again. They reached the grounds and she got closer to him, wrapping her arms around him as they walked. They reached the lake and sat close to each other, holding hands and talking, along with a few jokes. When he started to talk again, after her, he was looking down, focusing on his story, while she focused on him; his voice, his eyes, his lips, the tip of his hairs going back cause of the wind, the way he would randomly glimpse at her and smile even bigger. When he turned to her once again, he just caught her for a second before she jumped on him and glued her lips to his, surprising him, but was able to catch her. After it hit him, his eyes slowly closed and he pulled her closer, letting her sit on his lap. They stopped and let their foreheads touched before they opened their eyes. She felt her cheeks were turning red and he thought it was just cute, while he tried to hide the fact that his ears were red. His fingers led her chin up, guiding her lips to touch his again. Almost a week has passed or maybe more since their first kiss. Something about just randomly doing it while everyone was around would have been a bit awkward; this felt so much better. After seconds they looked at each other again, smiling bigger than ever.