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This story is rated T for foul language

Chapter 4

James' POV

Ariana and I finish the potions lesson in tense silence, only speaking when necessary. Once the lesson is over, I run from the classroom to the Slytherine dungeon. Luckily I run into Al as soon as I get there, which saves me from having to wait around for him. He walks up with a half-hearted smile. "Hey Ja-"

I interrupt him by grabbing his arm and pulling him to the side. He tugs his arm from my grip and frowns. "What the hell James?"

I ignore the frustration in his tone and immediately say "I've been having nightmares that involve Ariana. When I tried to tell her about them just now, she got all freaked out and refused to talk to me about them. I know she's hiding something and if anyone will know what it is, it's you or Landen."

He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly. "Why didn't you ask Landen then?"

"Because I can't use the 'brother' card on Landen, now can I?"

He grimaces. "She's going to kill me… ugh fine. What do you want to know?"

I grin. "Let me tell you about the dreams first." I tell him everything I told Ariana and then wait for him to react.

His reaction to my dreams is the exact opposite of Ariana's. He has a huge grin on his face and joy emanates from his face. He looks at me with a grin for a few moments and then finally talks. "You're dreams are nothing but memories… Literally! You're beginning to remember things from before; from year five and year six! When did this all start?"

"It started on the camping trip. Why didn't Ariana just tell me that they are memories? Why was she so freaked out?"

He shrugs again. "She's under the impression that if you don't remember her then you're safer."

I look at him with shock. "That's absurd!"

"We've tried telling her that multiple times but, once she's sure of something, there's no convincing her otherwise."

I glare at the ground. "Thanks Al. I've got to go now."

I try to walk past him but he steps in front of me and blocks my path. "Ariana isn't the only one who hasn't been honest with you James."

"Yes I know. You knew all along and-"

He holds up his hand and cuts me off. "Well yes, but I wasn't talking about me. I was talking about Monroe. She and Ariana don't get along because she used to bully Ariana. I bet you she didn't tell you that… I wonder what else she could be lying about…"

I glare at him and then sigh. "I really have to go now…" He nods and I walk past him. I need to find Ariana.

But first: I need to find Monroe.

I wander through multiple corridors with no luck. I decide that it's time to give up the search for her and just go find Ariana. I turn around and walk back through the corridor I am in. Once I get to the end, I take a left and stop dead in my tracks. Standing ahead of me are Monroe and that Ravenclaw prefect Rylan. Well Monroe's more pressed against the wall than standing, since she and Rylan are snogging.

I can feel my stomach drop as I watch the two snogging people in front of me. I narrow my eyes and clear my throat. Both of their faces slowly separate and, when Monroe sees me, she shoves Rylan off of her and slaps him. "How dare you come on to me like that! I have a boyfriend you weasel!"

I laugh coldly and shake my head. "Not anymore, you don't."

Her eyes widen and she steps toward me. "Jamie Wa-"

I narrow my eyes again. "Don't call me that." With that I turn and walk away from them. I can hear Monroe calling out after me but I ignore her. I march into the Heads dorm and see Ariana sitting on the couch talking to Landen.

I walk over and slam my books down in front of her. She jumps back, startled by the loud noise. "What the hell was that James?"

I grimace at her and put as much disdain in my voice as I can and ask "Who the hell are you to try and protect me?"

Ari's POV

"Ex-excuse me?"

He narrows his eyes and repeats his question, acidity dripping from every word. "Who the HELL are YOU to try and protect ME?"

I can feel myself getting angrier while he yells at me. I stand up from the couch, my wand in hand. "Who the HELL do YOU think YOU are to come in here and RUDELY interrupt my conversation with Landen?"

I throw my hands in the air and a spark flies out of my wand. Landen stands from the couch and snatches the wand from my hand. "Now you may continue."

James points an accusing finger at me and glowers. "YOU have NO RIGHT to keep secrets like that from me!"

I laugh icily and glare at him. "I WAS DOING IT TO PROTECT YOU!"

He shakes his head rapidly. "I DON'T NEED YOU TO PROTECT ME!" He pinches the bridge of his nose. "But if these nightmares are accurate, you need someone to protect you."

I scoff loudly and shake my head. "I DON'T NEED ANYONE TO PROTECT ME! Just because you're going out with that vile little cockroach Monroe doesn't mean you need to act like her!"

He shakes his head again, this time at a more normal speed, and sighs. "I'm going to bed."

Just then one of the paintings says "James, Monroe is looking for you. She seems rather devastated."

He flips up his middle finger and shakes his head. "Tell her to piss off." He drops his hand and walks into his room silently.

Landen and I sit there for a few moments in awkward silence before he stands up and hands me my wand. I am still seething from my encounter with James, and Landen can tell. "I'm going to go to the astronomy tower. You're welcome to come along if you'd like."

I shake my head stiffly. He squeezes my shoulder and nods. "Alright well, if you need me, you know where I'll be."

I nod my head and he exits the dorm, leaving me standing in the Heads common room alone and angry.

James' POV

I storm into my room and flop down onto my bed. I look at the ceiling and grunt. How could she think it was her place to protect ME?

Who the hell does she think she is?

I close my eyes and take some deep breaths to try and calm myself down. Before I know it, I'm dreaming again.

I look around the large room. It has different stations for different classes. I look over to Ariana and smile "Where should we start?"

"Do you know how to produce a patronus?" She asks while looking at the dementor.

I let out a laugh. "Of course! My dad taught me in my third year. Do you want me to teach you?"

"No I just wanted to give you an opportunity to brag." She wrinkles her nose and sticks out her tongue. "Of course I want you to teach me!"

"Alright sassy pants. Get over here then!" I say while walking across the gigantic room to the dementor dummy. She follows me over there and sits on the floor.

"Okay, so what you are going to want to do is think of a happy memory. A memory that fills you with so much happiness it feels like it's going to burst out of you. Do you have your thought?" She nods and I respond with a smile. "Okay good. Now watch me."

I step in front of the dementor dummy and point my wand at it. "Expecto Patronum!" A skinny, scraggly looking wolf erupts from the end of my wand and runs right at the dementor dummy. I turn around with a shocked smile on my face. "My patronus is… a coyote?"

She looks at me with confusion. "You didn't know what your patronus was?"

I shake my head. "I can normally get a non-corporeal patronus, but I've never been able to produce a corporeal patronus."

"Okay. My turn!" She says as she jumps up. She stands in front of the dummy and closes her eyes. She reopens her eyes and points her wand at the dummy. "Expecto Patronum!" A large white bird shoots out of the end of her wand. It hits the dummy and bursts into wispy patronus flames. She moves her wand around the room and the bird reforms and follows. It flaps around the room, squawking as it does. She catches me looking at her and drops her wand, the patronus disappearing when she do. A blush creeps up her face as I say with a grin "Your patronus is a phoenix. How bloody cool is that! And you got a corporeal patronus on your first try! What was your happy thought?"

She exhales sharply and says "This."

She walks across the floor and gets on her tip toes. She grabs my face with both hands, and pulls me down into a kiss.

I hesitate with confusion at first, but I sink into the kiss after a second. Our lips fit together perfectly, as if they were two puzzle pieces finally finding their match. I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her closer, not wanting any space left between us. She responds by wrapping her arms around my neck. I feel the room around me slowly evaporating, until all that's left in my mind is us.

Our kiss lasts for a few moments until she pulls away. She steps back and puts her hand on her forehead. "Shit. Sorry…"

I rub the back of my neck and chuckle. "Don't be."

She smiles and points to the transfigurations table. "I'm… uh… I'm going to go work on transfiguring stuff…"

She turns and walks to the table. As she does the things surrounding me become hazy and begin to disappear until all that's left is pitch black darkness.

I open my eyes slowly and stretch. This may not have been a nightmare, but it certainly was just as confusing. I get up from my bed and run my fingers through my hair with a sigh. I quietly tip toe out to the common room to go to where I normally hang out when I can't sleep. I take a seat on the couch and groan.

Suddenly Ariana's bedroom door opens. She pokes her head out warily and looks at me. She looks exactly the same as she did in my dream, making me question if I really am awake. "I'm still really mad at you James, but… I'm sorry about what happened with Monroe."

I raise my eyebrow questioningly and she shrugs. "I have my sources." She looks at the ground and sighs. "I'm uh… I'm going to go now…" Her bedroom door shuts quietly.

I get up from the couch and walk over to her door. I knock lightly, earning a response. "Goodnight James."

I knock again. This time I hear footsteps coming toward the door. It swings open and Ariana stands in front of me, one hand on the door and the other on the door frame. "What James?"

I don't answer her but, instead, just stand in her doorway staring at her. There is something about her that is familiar… Something that I can't quite place my finger on… She rolls her eyes and swings the door shut. "You're so creepy now…"

I place my foot in the doorway and the swinging door bounces back off my foot. She is over by the wall across from me. She turns around and looks at me. "What? What could you po-"

I cross the room in a few bounds, stopping her midsentence. She backs away until her back is flat against the wall, but she is sure to keep her eyes on me at all times. "WHAT Ja-"

Before she can finish I forcefully bring my lips to hers and kiss her desperately.

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