Disclaimer: JK owns this master piece, not me.

Hi, I just want to say thanks to everyone who has read and enjoyed this so far. I also want apologise for not writing any more of it. I got caught up in other projects that this fic slipped my mind. Slightly OOC Draco.. But when you think about it, this might actually be how acts around people he cares about ;) This chapter features some Harmione and Drinny.

This is the version when nobody we love dies.. (except Dumbledore)

The Prisoner's Daughter:

Chapter 5:

Potions seemed to drag on, especially since this was a theory lesson. What made it worse was Ginny and Draco sitting next to me, gazing into each other's eyes. I was surprised that Snape hadn't told them off for it yet. I doubt he would mind, Snape loves Draco like his own. The room was almost silent, the only sound being the scratching of quills on parchment. I had already finished the work and was sitting at my table, bored out of my skull. A piece of paper slid onto my table from in front of me. George was sitting in front of me, passing the note back to me.

I opened the note. It read

"Belle, we need to talk. During lunch."

I wrote back, "Where do you have in mind?" I handed the note back to him.

"Room of Requirement." George replied.

"Okay." I whispered.

The bell rang shortly after and I was eternally grateful. As they left the room, Draco kissed Ginny's hand and walked away in the opposite direction from us.

"Could you two get any more disgusting? I mean, kissing the hand is wonderful and everything, but the whole gazing into each other's eyes and all that, it's a bit much!" I said, teasing her. Ginny punched me in the shoulder.

"You're just jealous that you don't have a guy that kisses you hand and acts all gentlemanly." Ginny replied, smirking at me.

"Careful now, you're developing the Slytherin smirk!" I teased.

"What's this about being jealous?" George asked, walking up behind us. I blushed immediately.

"Oh, just that Belle is jealous she doesn't have a boyfriend that kisses her on the hand." Ginny replied instantly. I punched her lightly on the shoulder.

"I am not!" I replied hotly. "Besides, I don't want a perfect gentleman of a boyfriend."

Ginny snorted next to me and George didn't say anything.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to get to Charms." I added, and I walked away from them both.

Charms was always fun, Professor Flitwick levitating himself around the room. We were learning how to make a charm, a literal charm, like a charm bracelet or necklace. It was designed as a protection spell against general hexes and curses. My charm was taking the form of a handsome, but fierce black dog. I was sitting next to Hermione. Her charm was taking the form of a doe. It was beautiful and gleamed silver like it was made out of pure moon beams.

"That's beautiful Hermione." I said to her. She grinned at me.

"Thanks, yours is lovely too. A big dog, eh? Is that your patronus? Mine's a doe, that's why I'm making my charm a doe, to match." Hermione said.

I frowned. "Yeah, it's my patronus, but I didn't really think of it that way."

"Harry, don't you think her charm looks like Snuffles?" Hermione asked Harry, who was sitting on her other side. I held up my charm so he could see it properly. His eyes widened, but he tried to hide it.

"Yeah, it definitely looks like Snuffles." Harry replied with a small smile.

"Who's Snuffles?" I asked curiously.

"Oh, my dog." Harry replied.

"Yeah? How long have you had him?" I asked.

"Four years." Harry replied. I smiled at him.

"I really want a dog, but my mum always says no." I said sadly.

"How is Vera?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah, she's good. She's dating a Muggle man named Lewis. He's a doctor of some sort." I replied.

"A Muggle? Nice. Have you met him?" Hermione asked.

"Briefly, at a Christmas party last year that mum has with the neighbours. Mum says she likes being with Muggles again, she says she misses their company. She's a half blood you see." I replied. "Oh, by the way, you're all invited to this year's Christmas party." I said to Harry, Ron and Hermione. They grinned at me.

"Always like a party! Who else is going to be there?" Ron asked.

"Well, I was going to invite you guys, Fred and George, Ginny, Draco, Luna, Seamus, Parvati, Padma, Lavender and Dean. Draco is bringing Blaise. Something about not wanting to be alone, surrounded by Gryffindors." I said with a laugh. The boys grinned then looked away.

"So what's going on with you and George?" Hermione whispered in my ear. I blushed and Hermione saw.

"We're in a holding pattern of flirting and almost kissing." I replied.

"I knew it!" Hermione said triumphantly. "You've had a crush on him for years!"

"Shut up!" I hissed in her ear. "I don't want the whole world knowing." Hermione just giggled.

"So, how did it happen? Moving on from friends to flirty almost kissing?" Hermione asked.

"I got up early and came down stairs after I'd finished getting ready and George was already down in the Common Room. We talked and it got awkward. I sat, we flirted, he sat next to me, we flirted a bit more and then we almost kissed." I replied hurriedly.

"Why didn't you?" Hermione gasped.

"Well, someone and all her friends came down the stairs at the same moment." I replied pointedly.

"Oh, that's why you were bright red! Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry." Hermione replied, her hands over her mouth in surprise.

"Nah, it's okay, you weren't to know." I replied, patting her on the back.

The bell rang after that. We packed up our things and rushed out of the class room. There was one more class before lunch and that was History of Magic. I loved history, but Professor Binns made is so boring, I nearly fell asleep in class.

Finally it was lunch and I was nervous about meeting George. I grabbed a sandwich from the Great Hall and headed up to the Room of Requirement. I entered the room, asking for it to only allow George in after me. The room turned into a comfortable lounge like room, but for me, feeling so nervous, the room felt too small. I sat on the couch and waited for George to show up. As the seconds, minutes passed by, I grew more nervous. Finally, the doors opened to reveal George. He walked into the room and sat down opposite me on the other couch.

We said nothing for a few moments until I cleared my throat and asked, "So, what do you want to talk about?" George let out a great big sigh.

"Belle," He began. "I don't know what I'm doing." I blinked.

"What…?" I said, but he cut me off.

"I am 18 years old. You're sixteen. I feel like such a paedophile." He said.

"George, you are only…" But he cut me off again.

"Yeah, I know, only 2 years older." Suddenly he stood up and began pacing. "I just… You know Belle, you suck!" I blinked again.

"Excuse me?" I said, taken aback.

"I didn't mean it like that. I just meant that, well, you're just so beautiful, and you're smart and you have this hair that I want to run my fingers through. I flirt with you and you make me laugh. I can't get myself to ignore you. Even your name is beautiful. I can't help it! I know it isn't, but it feels wrong, you know?" George said all this very quickly, that I only had a few moments to process it.

"You think I'm beautiful?" I murmured quietly. George stopped abruptly. He stared at me for a moment.

"Yes." He breathed.

"I don't know what to say." I whispered. "No one has ever said anything like that to me before." George smiled at me nervously. I suddenly stood and pulled him into a hug. I wrapped my arms around his neck and rested my head on his shoulder. I felt him relax as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

"You make me feel so confused but also like I'm home." George whispered into my hair. He leaned back a little a kissed my forehead. I smiled.

"Funnily, I feel the same way." I replied. The bell rang and we parted, George holding my hand for a few moments longer.

After meeting George, the rest of the day was a blur, going through the rest of the day on auto-pilot. When I went to bed that night, I fell asleep with a smile on my face.