A Mark Of Betrayal- (revised)

hpdreamz
February 1st, 2006, 5:49 pm
Summary - Every year when Harry returns to Hogwarts there is always an adventure waiting for him. It is known worldwide that almost anything can be overcome if you stick together. This story shows just what can happen if that isn't the case; if friends don't stick together, but listen to the tempting voices of the mind. This is a story about betrayal.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Author's Notes - Hello, I've posted this fic on here once before and I am back again to post a revised edition after minor plot changings a beta-reading. I hope you will enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Many thanks to my beta-reader, Oldoverdolt, you helped me loads! If you would like to be
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Green with Envy


Hermione woke up to the sudden burst of gasping coming from the corner of the dorm. She sat up to see Harry and Ron bent double congratulating each other about something.


"Harry! Ron!" she said struggling to cover herself up.


"Good Morning to you, too. I'm glad we got up that slide," Ron said to her sitting down on her bed.


Hermione however didn't hear him, she was still trying to remember her dream, and it had been a good one. Harry had asked her out to the Halloween Ball. She looked at him now, he was sitting on the other side of her bed, looking at her in concern.


" Hermione are you all right? You seem to be taking this very well considering we spat out pumpkin juice."


"What's happened, Harry?" she asked meekly, very conscious of how she looked.


"Snape finally got the job as Defence against the Dark Arts professor and I am sooo doomed," he groaned.


"And if that isn't enough it's double trouble, we've still got him for potions," Ron moaned.


"It's not that bad, he's a good teacher, we just don't get on that's all," Hermione said flippantly.


"Yeah that and he's got it in for me," Harry said hotly, thinking of his recent problems with Snape.


"Harry we should be going, we've only five minutes to finish breakfast, time flies when you're trying to run up a long slide," Ron said, tapping Harry on the back, thinking longingly of his bacon awaiting him in the Great Hall.


"Yeah, Hermione we'll see you down there," Harry told her smiling, putting his worries out of his mind for the moment as he and Ron stood up and left. Hermione watched them leave and wished they had stayed longer; she sighed dreamily.


She got dressed quickly and pulled on her socks and shoes. Hurriedly, she fed Crookshanks, her bandy legged cat and swept out of the dorm in a hurry to get down to the Great Hall before breakfast finished.


~*~


Ron and Harry collapsed down on either side of the house table in front of their golden plates and goblets, which had already filled themselves with a brand new breakfast of eggs bacon and toast. Ron frowned at his breakfast; he'd only just perfected his ultimate eggs and bacon sandwich, when they had received the terrible news and had had to go and find Hermione. Now he'd have to start again! The hall was deserted now with only a measly three minutes to finish breakfast, Ron and Harry were the only few left.


"What you doing today Harry?" Ron asked curiously.


"I've arranged to go and study in the library with Cho and then maybe I'll go and see Hagrid to help him out organising the Wedding, it depends," he replied, after much thought.


"When is it?" Ron asked.


"Twelfth, December, it's supposed to be a lucky day." He speared his bacon on his fork.


"Yeah, I suppose when Hagrid and Maxime get married luck is the first thing they will need. I mean it's not exactly a normal wedding is it?" Ron thought aloud.


"No, it's amazing how they just hit off isn't it, it's the last thing we expected," Harry voiced.


"Any idea who'll be the best man?" Ron continued.


"It'll probably be Dumbledore."


"I suppose Cho's going to be your partner?" Ron pointed his sausage laden fork at him.


"What about you Ron?" Harry asked.


"Dunno, you know don't you, we'll be expected to dance at the party afterwards."


"Uh huh, but unsurprisingly the thought doesn't really cheer me up."


~*~


"Hi," Hermione panted behind Harry who spun around to see her.


"Hermione finally! Hurry up and sit down we've only got a minute left," he said patting the empty space on the bench next to him, she sat down hurriedly, turning to them both.


"Sorry, I woke up late, my alarm clock's broken and Lavender didn't wake me," she apologised.


"It's all right, It took us about fifteen minutes to get up that slide to get to your dormitory, otherwise we'd have had had our dinner by now. Stupid idea really; girls can get into our dormitory, but if a boy tries to get up to the girls dormitory the stairs turns into a slide! You hear about that fifth year girl who had two boyfriends? And they say girls are more trustworthy!" he snorted. Hermione looked offended, but Ron didn't seem to notice; stabbing his sausage with a fork, he looked up at her.


"Anyway how come Lavender didn't wake you up?" Ron asked her with a puckered brow.


"We had a row last night, I'm surprised you didn't hear, we were shouting that loud," she said sipping some pumpkin juice. "I heard her talking about Hagrid saying that his wedding was going to be a joke, and so I told her what I thought of her. Anyway, I was laying into her when McGonagall came up to tell us to calm down, can you believe it? She took away 20 house points just for that!"


"Whoa!" Harry exclaimed, shocked as Ron snorted with amazement. He had never imagined Hermione laying into someone, it just wasn't her. He looked up from his plate to see Hermione looking at him dreamily, she quickly looked away.


Hermione took a deep breath; Harry had just seen her looking at him. She hoped it hadn't looked suspicious. As long as Harry was dating Cho she had to keep her feelings secret, even from Victor. But even Victor had mentioned that she seemed different; he had mentioned it during the summer holidays when they met up.


"What time is Quidditch practise Harry?" asked Ron. Harry was however preoccupied; post had arrived and Harry had received a note from someone, so he turned to Hermione for an answer instead.


"He said everyone has to be down at the pitch at six pm, we'll walk down at ten to." She scrambled down the rest of her breakfast before a second later all the plates and goblets disappeared.


"Oh, right," he muttered staring dolefully down at his plate where his bacon had been a second before. Harry tore his note open, he read it out:


To Harry,


Could the three of you possibly come over this afternoon? I'm up to my eyeballs with ideas I have for the wedding and could do with your help to fine-tune them, I know you're good at this kind of stuff,


Yours hopefully, Hagrid


"I was planning to go anyway after I'd met up with Cho, I'll meet you two in the common room, then we'll go," he told them. Ron and Hermione acknowledged this with a nod.


"Hello everyone," someone chimed in. They twisted around to see Dean and Seamus standing straight backed, looking remarkably like Ron's Brother, Percy.


"Hi," they said back, overlooking this somewhat disturbing detail.


"You are looking at the bouncers for Hagrid's wedding." They puffed out their chests and looked at them with an air of superiority, a look reminiscent of Percy Weasley yet again. Percy had spent the last of his years at Hogwarts, puffing his chest out, so that no one could miss his shiny badge, (whether a Prefect's badge or Head Boy badge), and giving that very look to troublemakers.


"You can't be serious," Hermione said frowning as they stood up.


"Trust me Hermione we are being serious, Dumbledore's given us the job of making sure there's no trouble."


"Who are you expecting trouble from?"


"The ministry and company are not exactly over the moon about this wedding," he said quietly."


"They wouldn't!" Harry, Ron and Hermione all yelped at the same time.


"They would," Dean and Seamus replied in unison. "We have to drop by Hagrid's to sort out things."


Hermione heard someone call her name and she turned around to see Crabbe and Goyle looking meaningfully at her. She spun round to face Harry, Ron, Seamus and Dean, who were about to leave


"Got to nip to the loo, see you later!"


"Bye," they called, but she was already half way down the corridor.


"Do you know she's just been telling us how she was laying into Lavender when McGonagall walked in," Harry said to them all. "Honestly, I don't know what has gotten into her lately, she's been acting very odd."


"I've noticed that as well, she seems..." He cast around to find a word to explain Hermione's behaviour "preoccupied," Ron confessed truthfully.


"Maybe she broke up with Victor," Seamus suggested, s******ing slightly.


"No, it's something else," Harry said frowning. What had got into Hermione? She didn't have her usual bickering rows with Ron anymore like she used to. She let things go and didn't hold a grudge. Hermione had changed a lot over the last few weeks, ever since they had returned to Hogwarts.


Hermione arrived at the library a few minutes later, and soon after, a disgruntled Crabbe and Goyle turned up.


"Hello, did you do what I told you?" Hermione blurted out.


"Yeah, but now he says if we do there will be trouble," Crabbe confessed sitting down next to her.


"Better than having to be used and abused."


"Hmmmmm, we will tell him we don't mind the trouble," Goyle said, slowly cottoning on.


"Think about it, you've fought all of Draco's battles for him for the past four years which just shows he can't fight for himself," she stated genuinely.


"You're right," Goyle said thickly, tightening his fist.


"Thanks, Hermione, you're a star," he said in his deep, gruff voice.


"Just don't make it too obvious that we're meeting up like this," she said urgently. Crabbe and Goyle nodded in unison and waddled, penguin- like to the door. Hermione made her way to the Gryffindor Common Room; Ron would be there.


~*~


Cho had finally turned up... late. Harry must have been sitting there fifteen minutes when she stumbled in. Harry was annoyed, the emotion dissolved however when Cho kissed him. Cho was the best thing that ever happened to him. He was really glad he had asked to get back together at breakfast on the first day back; the funny thing was that she never mentioned Cedric anymore and that was fine with him. Harry remembered the last time they had met, it'd been up in the air, like Harry's feelings during his last Quidditch match. It had been Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw; they had arranged to meet up today after the match.


It had been a good match he thought smiling. Gryffindor had won, all thanks to a great save by Hermione. She had been eager to join the Quidditch team ever since it was made apparent that Gryffindor would need a position as Keeper filled, now that Ron had decided to be a Chaser. Ron and Hermione had both arrived back at school earlier than usual after the summer holidays. He had asked her to help him practise, by trying to block his shots. Needless to say, Harry was shocked when Hermione had announced she wanted to try out as Keeper. With all the practise she'd gotten she was an excellent player, really good at blocking those goals, a stark contrast against her previous Quidditch skills. Harry, the new Gryffindor Quidditch Captain, had wasted no time letting her join when he saw her block all the shots during her try out.


When Harry received the results for his O.W.Ls in the post, he hadn't been too surprised. He had obviously failed History of Magic and Divination and he didn't really care. History of Magic was unbelievably boring, taught by a ghost professor who had a way of countering interesting facts by teaching lessons in such a way that students dozed off after ten minutes. As for Divination, he would hardly miss Professor Trelawney predicting his death ...every lesson. Harry had now decided he would like to be an Auror and you hardly needed these subjects for that career path. He did have one little surprise in store for him; he'd scraped an 'Exceeds Expectations' in Potions. When he'd read this mark out, he rubbed his eyes several times thinking he was dreaming. When he read it again he realised he wasn't dreaming and gave a huge triumphant yelp. Potions was a key subject you needed to know like the back of your hand to become an Auror. Professor Snape, the Potions Master, looked deeply disappointed as if he'd been denied a big treat when he'd heard this news. Just as he had expected, Harry received an Outstanding in Defence Against The Dark Arts, all thanks to the illegal Defence Against The Dark Arts Group he'd started up last year. Harry felt a stab of half pride, half modesty whenever he thought about the Advanced Patronus Charm he performed in the Practical Exam, conjuring up a silver wispy stag, the only one in the year to be able to do this. The order had thrown a party for Harry, Ron and Hermione and they all had a brilliant time, it was indeed, the highlight of Harry's summer.


~*~


It was his class schedule that Harry had nightmares about this year. Every Monday they had Double Potions followed by Care of Magical Creatures, Transfiguration and Double Defence Against The Dark Arts. It hadn't been so bad for the first few weeks as Defence Against The Dark Arts were free lessons due to a lack of a teacher being found to teach it. However this morning they had received the news that Snape was going to fill the position, and Snape was bad news, he never resisted taking points off Gryffindor. Four lessons with Snape on a Monday was not what Harry had bargained for in his sixth year at Hogwarts, it was bound to be detrimental to Gryffindor's chance of winning the House Cup. Care of Magical Creatures lessons had taken the turn for the worse, with Draco scheming to ruin every lesson for Hagrid, who seemed to have lost his former confidence at teaching. Harry's mood was lifted however as Cho came over to speak to him at breakfast. Hermione was preoccupied as ever, she just sat and stared at the enchanted ceiling of the Great Hall, she didn't eat a thing. There was a commotion at the Slytherin Table where Crabbe and Goyle appeared to have refused to sit next to Malfoy; Harry and Ron couldn't help grinning broadly as they watched a rejected Malfoy eat his Breakfast unhappily with only Pansy Parkinson at his side. Hermione hadn't noticed...


~*~


Ron was feeling worthless, Percy had just been promoted to the position of assistant to the Minister of Magic and he had the sinking feeling he'd have to live up to Percy's standards. He was always being told that he should set a better example for his sister, Ginny. But even Ginny didn't seem to want to follow in Ron's footsteps; she was more likely to turn out like her other twin brothers, Fred and George. Those two had taken an outright pride in being renowned class clowns at Hogwarts. Harry was one of Ron's best friends, but sometimes he found himself comparing himself to Harry. It was so hard being friends with a boy who was famous worldwide. He was always being shunted to one side and he felt useless! It was hard enough having to be shunted to the side before Harry started dating Cho, the girl he'd secretly dated in the last year of Primary School. Harry had everything Ron wanted.


"Weasley, are you even listening to me?" Snape snarled maliciously.


"Huh?" he mumbled perplexed.


"I said are you even listening to me?" he repeated murderously.


"Yeah, sure I am," he said gathering himself, it was half way through Potions and Snape had been giving them a lecture. Ron, however, had been thinking of other things and therefore did not realise that Snape had asked him a question.


"Could you kindly repeat what I just said then, Weasley?"


"You were just ... erm ... saying that ... erm ..." he could see Hermione mouthing out something but couldn't make out what it was so he gave up.


"Detention for an hour tonight, Weasley be at my office at six pm," he smirked.


Harry looked over to Ron to see how he reacted to this and was astonished to see him shrug his shoulders; he didn't really look bothered. This was new, normally Ron would grumble. Harry was distracted by the sight of Malfoy sitting next to Ron. Malfoy looked terrible, his robes were heavily creased, there were bags under his eyes and he looked very pale, as if he was about to vomit. He looked utterly miserable and defeated. Harry suddenly felt a strange feeling; it was a few minutes till he realised, to much disbelief, he felt a tad bit sorry for Draco. It suddenly struck him that Draco hadn't been himself lately, in fact Harry was certain that teasing anyone didn't bring the pleasure it use to. It was like he only bullied people for the mere sake of it.


Maybe it was just him but everyone seemed a bit preoccupied lately, something weird was going on... Harry could feel it...


~*~


Ron was annoyed, it was weeks into term and he still hadn't managed to tell Harry, it just wasn't the kind of thing you could bring up in a normal conversation, the time had to be just right...yet again the time had to come soon...very soon...


~*~


"What have you got in store for us today?" Hermione asked enquiringly.


"I think we'll practise diversionary tactics, dives, things like that probably, but I doubt in this weather we'll be able to see anything. We'll get some practise though as it won't be long till we're trying to dodge each other because we can't see a bloody thing," he said running his hands through his sopping wet black hair.


Hermione chuckled and he looked at her.


"I haven't heard you laugh in a long time, what's the problem?"


"Really, it's n-no-nothing...I-it's all right," she stammered quickly.


"Come on you can tell me, I know something's wrong," he said quietly.


"Now is not the right time, maybe some other time Harry," she told him, switching her brand new Nimbus 2003 to her other hand.


"In your own time, it's just that I'm worried about you that's all," explained Harry, running his hand through his hair once more.


It was Thursday evening and Harry and Hermione were making their way to the Quidditch stadium for Quidditch practise, Ron wasn't coming, Snape's detention had been conveniently scheduled for tonight. It had been raining all throughout the day and Harry had got the team together at lunch to announce that as the conditions were likely to be the same for their following match against Hufflepuff; a practise session would be held that evening at six pm, for the simple reason that Gryffindor needed practise flying in these appalling weather conditions.


~*~


Ron made his way to Snape's office with a furrowed brow and a buzzing mind. He was wondering where he was now? How far away was he? What was he planning? Did he have inside help? This all seemed a bit scary for him, I mean Voldemort planning something bad to happen at Hogwarts and Harry not knowing...if only his dad hadn't been called away to that emergency at The Ministry Of Magic, then he wouldn't have the huge responsibility on his shoulders to tell Harry...this was bad...real bad...


~*~


Draco sat on his bed twiddling his thumbs, he was completely alone, and he had no one, no one to tell. No one he could turn to and say, "I know something bad is going to happen, but if I tell you my father will kill me, and I'm scared...really scared..." Surely there had to be someone... a friend?... got none... family... no one who wouldn't kill him for doubting them... a teacher... maybe, but which one?... Dumbledore?... out of the question... McGonagall?... hell no... Snape?...yes!...


~*~


Practise was pointless, they couldn't see where they were going let alone muster up the energy to go there, and Neville and Ginny kept mucking about. The atmosphere up in the air was deeply depressing and Harry called it a day after only twenty minutes of 'practise'. The Gryffindor Quidditch team retired to the changing rooms having gained nothing from the evening's experience.


~*~


Hermione gazed at Harry dreamily from across the Gryffindor common room. She was remembering the time when she had first seen him after school had ended. He had walked through the door of Grimmauld place and greeted her with a hug and a smile, having been collected from the Dursleys only a week into the summer holidays. Hermione knew that Grimmauld place held memories of Sirius for Harry; she watched his sombre face as he daydreamed through dinner that evening. She wondered how he felt about it all, about having inherited all of Sirius's money and belongings, including Grimmauld Place, but she never asked. She knew the topic was not open for discussion. It was around this time that her infatuation with Harry had begun. At first she would keep an eye on him, worried for her friend, but later it became much, much more; she would stare at him for minutes on end as she missed whole conversations. At night she would dream of him, and in the day time she fantasised about him. She could not help but think that Harry must have thought her besotted. She snapped out of her thoughts and frowned at the raven-haired boy her eyes were fixed on. He was talking to Cho, and Hermione couldn't help feeling green with envy. Scowling at the thought of being jealous of Cho, she tore her eyes away from the heart aching scene and turned her head around toward the rest of the common room, where her eyes met another disturbing scene. Everywhere she looked people were having fun, Ginny and Dean were laughing at a joke he'd just told her. Ginny kissed him on the cheek out of gratitude, to which Dean stopped laughing to actually snog her keenly. Colin and Dennis had set off some Dr. Filibuster's Wet Start Fireworks, some first years were playing exploding snap and Ron and Seamus were playing Wizards Chess. She wondered whether Ron knew that Dean and Ginny were an item.


Hermione watched as the deck of cards the first years were playing with exploded with a huge BOOM that shook the room. The girl, who had leant forward to put her card down at the time, got her face covered with soot... there was a moments pause as they all realised what had happened, then a tidal wave of laughter broke out, the sooty faced girl included. She stopped laughing only long enough to magically clean herself with her wand. Hermione sighed heavily. What she wouldn't give to be one of those people, not a care in the world, no best friend who kept popping up in their mind making it difficult to concentrate on anything but them... She couldn't stand it any longer, she had to tell him, but the problem was, when? How?


Harry looked intently into Cho's eyes...they were so beautiful...so unfathomable...Harry was lost in them... but she was waiting for an answer.


"Yeah, of course I'll help," he replied coming out of his reverie.


"Thanks Harry," she said, taking his hand, which had been resting on the table, gratefully in hers. "I really haven't had time to write it up myself, I've had a lot to think about lately..." she trailed off.


"About what?" he questioned.


"Never you mind," she said playfully.


"Come on you can tell me," Harry wheedled "I mean we are going out!" he shouted suddenly flaring up.


"I said no, Harry," she said firmly.


"WHY NOT?" he exploded getting to his feet suddenly.


"YOU REALLY WANT TO KNOW HARRY?" screamed Cho who was on her feet too now.


"YOU REALLY WANT TO KNOW? " she yelled poking Harry roughly with her forefinger several times.


"ALLRIGHT, I'LL TELL YOU!"


"It's okay Cho, calm down," he told her quietly, his anger having dissolved as quickly as he'd felt it.


"MY COUSIN'S DEAD HARRY! GOT RUN OVER BY A MUGGLE CAR," she cried.


"I'm so sorry Cho I didn't mean to..."


"DIDN'T MEAN TO WHAT? HARASS ME? UPSET ME? WELL I HOPE YOUR HAPPY HARRY, NOW YOU'VE BEEN 'UPDATED'!" she roared, quoting with two fingers from each hand. Harry was startled to see there were tears streaming down her hurt face. He looked on as she chucked all her things fiercely in to her bag, swung it over her shoulder and dashed out of the common room, leaving Harry to feel extremely guilty. Why had he harassed her like that? He thought through his feelings as he had 'attacked' Cho. He vaguely remembered that he felt exceptionally angry and then... he understood. Lately he had the feeling that people were keeping things from him and he wasn't going to let Cho sit there and lie through her teeth. I mean he was friends with all the people who hid things from him, so why did they lie to him? He snapped out of his thoughts to see people looking at him curiously. The whole common room was silent. Even Colin and Dennis had frozen the fireworks in mid air to watch the argument and Dean and Ginny had stopped snogging to watch attentively.


"What are you all looking at?" he said hotly, why did people feel the need to butt in when it was none of their business, he thought angrily, only too well knowing that was what he had done to Cho... it really had been none of his business... He gathered his things, shoved them in his bag roughly, picked it up and hurried out of the common room towards the library amid many suspicious looks. Out of the blue Harry remembered about Hagrid's Wedding, and so stopped in his tracks and dashed in the opposite direction towards the school grounds instead, he'd have to forget meeting with Ron and Hermione. He took the time to reach Hagrid's hut to think. What had come over him? He'd never been nosy... it just... wasn't him. Something funny was going on. He reached Hagrid's Hut and knocked on the door loudly...

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Author notes: I hope you enjoyed that. The next chapter is called "One Dreadful Joke" which shows us just how short a temper Harry has, and explores what can happen if you take a Charms Class, three best friends and a love spell.
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hpdreamz
February 17th, 2006, 2:38 pm
Hi readers! This is one of my favorite chapters but I apologise to those who don't like romance in advance, as this chapter contains alot. No reviews! :upset: Oh well, I'm going to post the next chapter for the 57 people that viewed the first chapter (review here (http://www.cosforums.com/showthread.php?p=3501657#post3501657)). I'd like to dedicate this Chapter to my parents, who've recently made me feel much better when I was getting stressed out over studies. Also many thanks to Oldoverdlt for beta-reading my work...love you! Thanks!

Well here it is then, Chapter two.....

One Dreadful Joke

“Knight to e-4,” Ron instructed, watching his knight carry out the move.

“I give up, you’re obviously going to win,” Seamus said with resignation.

Ron smiled broadly. “No, I don’t accept, I want to see you lose,” he chuckled.

“OK, OK,” Seamus sighed heavily. ”Pawn to b-4.”

Ron was happier than he had been in a long time. He had been mysteriously cheered up by the episode earlier on with Harry and Cho, when she had been visiting the Gryffindor Common Room. Ron also felt happier by the fact that he was besting Seamus at Wizards Chess. Seamus was losing… losing as Ron had at so many times at other things. If there was one thing Ron was best at, it was Wizards Chess, even if he was beaten at everything else. He was dying to see Seamus’s falling face even if it was a petty target…
~*~

Hermione was day dreaming as usual. She had watched as Harry had shouted at Cho and Cho had shouted back at him, only louder. Maybe Harry and Cho would split up now, then she could ask him to the Christmas ball and tell him about her feelings. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest. Maybe it would all work out… Maybe Harry would confess that he liked her too… she smiled a sly secret smile.
~*~
“So how’re things going with the wedding?” Harry asked eagerly.

“Oh fine, you know everything’s going to plan, all ready for the big day.” Hagrid grinned with a glazed look.

“I’m really happy for you Hagrid. So are you going to still stay on as our Care of Magical Creatures teacher and Gamekeeper?”

“Yeah, all back to normal after the honeymoon," he said happily.

“How come you’re talking differently?“ Harry suddenly noticed Hagrid’s use of proper English.

“English lessons, been having them since a few weeks back. Last year some people said they couldn’t understand what I say,” he trailed off forlornly. Harry vividly remembered certain people from Slytherin reporting to the High Inquisitor that they couldn’t understand what he said. Hagrid had been put on probation, and then he was sacked. Harry's fists tightened as he thought back to it.

”And what’s with all the questions?” Hagrid asked, snapping both Harry and himself out of their notions.

“Oh nothing, just being my usual interfering self, as usual,” he replied angrily.

“Eh?” Hagrid said, bewildered.

“Just now in our Common room, with Cho, I started to…” He struggled to find the right words. “I started to harass her, like being really nosy… she said she’d been busy thinking, I asked what about, she said it was none of my business, and I-I shouted at her…in the end she burst out that her cousin had passed away. Maybe it’s just me but something weird is going on…” He set down his mug of tea and slumped back in his chair baffled and lost for words.

Hagrid looked at him with a look of deep concern on his face.

“These things happen Harry, it’s not your fault, it’s normal to be curious about what your girlfriend is thinking.”

“It’s not just that either,” Harry said finding his tongue. “It’s everyone, they’re all acting odd, I mean, Ron and Hermione have changed, it’s like their personalities are twisted. Something’s wrong Hagrid, I can feel it…”

“Maybe it’s not that everyone’s acting odd, maybe it’s… you. You’re growing up and you’ve got lots to think about and exams coming up too. When the pressure gets to be too much it can make you a bit… moody. It’s absolutely normal to feel moo-”

“I’m not moody Hagrid!” he said, rising. “Whatever is going on isn’t normal and if you won’t believe me I’ll have to find someone else to talk to,” he snarled heatedly; Hagrid's face was expressionless.

“Goodbye Hagrid,” Harry spat viciously, practically kicking the door open, stepping outside, and slamming it shut behind him.

He leaned against the door of Hagrid's Hut, breathlessly going over what had just happened, it all happened so fast; it really was difficult to recall. He moved his hand to cover his mouth and stopped thinking, to take it all in; he paused in blunt realisation. It had happened again… he’d shouted at Hagrid… over something so small… so trivial. He was turning into a highly-strung temperamental monster! If he didn’t stop shouting at everybody there’d be no one left to talk to…
~*~
“So what’s so wonderful Ron that you’re sitting here on your tod, smiling like a maniac,” said Dean.

“Yeah, it obviously isn’t your Defence against the Dark Arts essay that’s got to be finished by tomorrow, but is currently in your bag,” Ginny expressed pointedly.

“Shut up, in fact I just won Seamus at chess and now I was just remembering a funny joke Harry told me at breakfast.”

“Tell us, I’m dying to hear it,” Dean said with an air of mock begging.

“Umm… there was this wizard who went… ermm… into a muggle pub and umm… asked for a Butterbeer… erm… guess what the… erm… barman got him?” he managed, his brain working furiously.

“No idea,” Ginny said shaking her head vigorously.

“He got him butter and beer,” Ron said, thinking of a comical climax to go with his made up gag.

Dean raised an eyebrow and tutted.

“Terrible," Ginny said pitifully.

“That is one dreadful joke,” Dean said before they sauntered off towards Neville.

Ron scowled after them, it had been so apparent he’d been lying, and that joke, phew, he was awful at making up jokes… butter and beer? Honestly… terrible. He went back to his thoughts before Dean and Ginny had interrupted him. Harry wasn’t so popular now, in one day mucking his up-until-now-so-perfect relationship by shouting at Cho. He spent a happy moment speculating whom Harry was raging at now, then shook himself violently. What was he thinking? He, Ron Weasley had turned on his best friend because of his own childish jealously. Ron shook himself for a second time and got up, wondering where Harry had got to; surely he could do with some company.
~*~
Hermione sat in the library, her head bent down over her recent History of Magic essay, which was far longer than needed; unsurprisingly, her narrow eyes moved relentlessly across the page as she read over what she had previously written. She had been reading for twenty minutes, intermittently diving into her bag to check a fact in some large, heavy volume and still… nothing… couldn’t comprehend a single word she had read, understand a single fact she’d checked, couldn’t even acknowledge what word she was reading. It truly was hopeless. Whoever said time flies when you’re doing something you love? Did they even realise how wrong they were? Hermione, who found that studying was what she loved to do, found that time did not fly but moved at a snail’s speed. She was exhausted from trying to concentrate; she might as well not have tried at all for as much as it worked. Although she was trying to study, Harry still popped up in her mind, seeking attention, asking her things in the most persuasive tones, in the end she just slammed her book shut and sat with her head rested on the table, till she drifted into an uneasy sleep where Harry popped up again, up to his usual tricks.
~*~
“Lavender Brown?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Seamus Finnigan?”

“Here, Sir.”

"Hermione Granger?”

Silence.

“Hermione?”

Still no answer; Professor Flitwick looked over to his best pupil’s desk, only to see her with her head down on her desk, breathing slowly, she was evidently asleep.

There was a pause, and Harry, who was sitting next to her, shook her gently, a look of sheer confusion on his face. Hermione asleep in class? She awoke with a start.

“Yes sir,” she said stupidly; she seemed to snap out of it and a split second later appeared to have realised what had just occurred.

"Sorry sir won’t happen again,” she apologised, embarrassed and very red in the face.

“Miss Granger, are you all right?” he asked, unable to keep his growing concern from his squeaky voice.

“Yes sir,” she said rubbing her eyes forcefully.

Harry looked at her and was taken aback to see the sight of her, she looked like she’d slept on a dungeon floor, literally. There were bags under her eyes…

“Right, well,” Professor Flitwick said recovering from this unpleasant shock.

”Today we are going to be practising a charm I’m sure you young ladies have been waiting for, and perhaps, some of you young men as well,” he said, his eyes twinkling, his voice squeakier than ever.

Harry saw Parvati and Lavender distinctively exchange giggly glances out of the corner of his eyes. At least they, even if no one else did, knew what on earth the professor was talking about.

“I am of course talking about the famous Ardour charm.”

He paused as various other students exchanged the same giggly glance. Ron’s face had turned scarlet, he was obviously embarrassed. Harry sported a puzzled look.

Professor Flitwick continued.

”In the first part of today’s lesson we shall be taking notes on it. The Ardour Charm can turn horribly wrong when used incorrectly. Then we shall pair up, boy and girl, and practise the charm. There is one important thing you must remember and that is that when the spell is put on you, do not give into it. If you don’t resist, then you may be placed in an awkward situation with that particular individual when the charm is taken off you. We will then round off the lesson by trying to resist the temptations and then write notes according to what we have found out. We’ve got a lot to fit in today, so full steam ahead please,” he chuckled. Harry suddenly got the vague idea that the Ardour Charm was something like a love spell, and judging from the uncontrollable giggles emitted from Parvati and Lavender he was just about spot on.

There was a sudden scramble as everyone rummaged in their bags for their quills, inkwells, and parchment. Harry collected his from his bag, then straightened up, his stomach contracting all the while; he faced the front of the class, his quill poised to start taking notes as he tried to take it all in. They were going to have to be put under an Ardour Charm… he could feel the heat rising in his face and could feel a lump forming in his throat; he had a sudden sense of foreboding…

“Right, the Ardour Charm is sometimes confused with the Love Potion. These are however slightly different. The Love Potion makes the drinker fall in love with the person whose essence resides in it, the effects wear off after a few hours, while the Ardour Charm makes the person fall in love with who cast the charm, the effects last... well forever, until of course the charm is taken off by the person who cast it, and only that person. That’s it for notes, please remember Love Potions and The Ardour Charm are banned within the school grounds so bear it in mind not to indulge in any extra practise. You are permitted to practise today however because it will come up in your N.E.W.T.s and you are under supervised conditions,” he said, looking round the room suddenly rather menacingly.

“Get out your wands; we’ll practise without them at first.” He paused as people took their wands out. “The incantation is Lamadoursis Carmento, repeat after me, Lamadoursis Carmento.”

“Lamadoursis Carmento,” they repeated all together.

“Good, now with your wands, we flick twice, swish, rotate clockwise, and then flick once more.” He demonstrated casually, smiling when he’d finished, as if he had just done something extremely simple. Harry’s heart sank. This Charm was complex; he looked over to Hermione to see how she had reacted and wasn’t remotely surprised when he saw she was looking at Professor Flitwick in an odd way. Her eyebrows were raised, her eyes bulging and a look of pure horror on her face. Harry knew how she felt, the fact that the charm was complex to even Hermione, and that it was a love charm totally knocked him over. Even Malfoy looked put off; he was looking at Professor Flitwick with a look of nothing short of distaste.

”Right, something about all your smiling faces makes me feel we should begin.”

Several boys shot him venomous looks, he comprehended these not-so-smiling faces then cleared his throat continuing, carefully selecting his words.

“Right, now pair up, boy and girl.” There was an awkward silence, no one moved an inch; no one really knew who to pair up with. Parvati and Lavender started giggling uncontrollably, sneaking glances at various boys in the class, causing them both to giggle even harder, they clutched their aching sides mercifully.

Hermione slowly raised her hand.

“Perhaps it would be better if you put us into pairs, Professor?” Hermione said tentatively, a few people nodded in agreement; this way it would not seem as though they liked the person they paired up with.

“I suppose I’ll have to,” he said sighing. “I take it that all of you are embarrassed?” he asked. There were more venomous looks from boys and girls this time.

“Boys and girls split up, boys on the right side of the classroom, girls on the left,” he instructed patiently.

There was a hustle and bustle as students wandered off to their indicated sides. Harry stood next to Ron who was still scarlet in the face and had a hard time trying to fight off his nervousness.

"Line up, no particular order please.” Harry and Ron turned right, as a line formed starting at the front of the classroom. They watched as Hermione did the same on the other side; she stood behind Parvati and Lavender who were still giggling maniacally. The pug faced Pansy Parkinson stood behind her as Hermione smiled weakly, bringing some light into her tired eyes as she spotted Harry and Ron looking at her, even she was scared.

Professor Flitwick waved his wand unceremoniously and all the tables and stools flew up and stacked themselves neatly against the back wall of the classroom.

“Right, first pair," he said elatedly.

Seamus Finnigan and Millicent Bulstrode stepped forward reluctantly; neither of them looked too ecstatic.

“Turn to face each other.” They turned timidly. "Now Bulstrode, you cast the charm on Finnigan and then vice versa, the counter charm is Lamorad and is just a swish then flick do not hesitate to perform it if you panic, OK?" They nodded slowly.

“When you're ready then.”

Millicent took a deep breath, poised, then…

“Lamadoursis Carmento!” she yelled, everyone turned to look at Seamus. He looked at Millicent and winked. He was obviously hypnotised. Some people giggled. Seamus then strode over to her and ran his hand through his hair casually.

“Millicent has anyone ever told you, you have beautiful eyes?” he said flatteringly, as he looked at her with a huge smile covering his gleeful face.

Millicent looked at him wildly, then around at the class, bewildered, desperate for help, as Seamus continued.

“I was wondering if maybe you’d like to hang around with me on our next Hogsmeade trip?” he said openly.

She blinked furiously then looked specifically at a bunch of Slytherins for help; Malfoy merely called back to her, “the counter charm.”

She looked back at Seamus who was still looking at her fixedly. He then did something totally unexpected and moved close to her to kiss.

She realised what was happening when he was an inch away from her.

“Lamorad!” she shouted, panicking.

Seamus woke up from his charm, close to Millicent, who was breathing deeply.

“Sorry,” he muttered, going red in the face and he took a large step back.

“Excellent, now Seamus,” Professor Flitwick instructed softly.

Seamus cleared his throat, still red in the face, raising his wand.

“Lamadoursis Carmento!” he bellowed. Everyone’s eyes darted to Millicent. Millicent was fluttering her eyes and her hand fiddled with her hair, she smiled at Seamus, who was looking like his worst nightmare had come true, the colour draining rapidly from his face.

"Hey, good looking!” she called in a false girlie sweet un-Millicent type voice.

“Lamorad!” he roared unable to bear this horrible new concept. He collapsed, white as a sheet on the floor.

“Are you all right Finnigan?” asked Professor Flitwick as he hastily climbed down from the pile of books he had been sitting on.

“Just exhausted sir.”

“Most common, performing the Ardour charm requires quite a lot of physical and mental effort, it isn’t easy folks!” said the professor, resuming his place on top of the books, nearly overbalancing and toppling off.

“Well, it certainly doesn't look easy,” Ron murmured behind him, while practising the wand movement.

“Potter, you next," he said to the line of boys, straightening himself, “and….” he said, looking over to the line of girls which quickly rearranged itself, pushing a certain girl to the front… ”…Granger”. Harry’s heart jolted. Hermione? He looked to Ron for help, only to have him woodenly say, “Good luck.”

“Now with this next pair, I want to try something different, I will perform the Alardour Charm on both of them, this is a variation of the Ardour Charm, but this allows me to make these two fall in love with each other. We use the same wand movement, different incantation... first with Potter, then with Granger. The incantation is Lamadoursis Percarmento.

A lump formed in Hermione’s throat, she was going to be put under a charm where she would fall in love with Harry… even more than she was now… if that was possible.

She stepped forward nervously and smiled weakly at Harry who had followed suit. She closed her eyes and tried to relax, she felt very conscious of how her body was feeling, how her heart was churning. Her blood pounding and her feet numbing, she heard a squeaky voice.

“Lamadoursis Percarmento!” Her mind went blank and all she could think of was Harry. She opened her eyes and there he was, looking as gorgeous as ever, his untidy black hair ruffled and his eyes sparkling as he looked at her.

“Lamadoursis Percarmento!”

There she was, this stunning girl with long frizzy hair, she stood there smiling at him with her dazzling smile, what was he waiting for? He had to ask her out. He walked up to her and looked deep into her cavernous eyes.

“You truly are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. How do you manage to be so perfect? You have the looks, the smile, and the brains. I’m here wondering whether you have a boyfriend or not?” he trailed off meaningfully. Giggles erupted behind them, and a boy said loudly “What a cheesy chat-up line.”

“Not at the moment, no, but I hope you’ll be my boyfriend, after all you are drop dead gorgeous," she told him. People gasped behind her, some people giggled and this time she turned away from Harry to look at them casually, cocking her head slightly.

“Hi, everyone,” she said in sweet tones, Ron’s jaw dropped, she turned away from them dismissively. "Well, what do you say to taking me to the Christmas ball then?”

“I’ll be honoured.” He stepped forward, taking her hand, which was hanging loosely at her side, and kissing it softly and then holding it (more gasps from the class).

“Excellent, you can clearly see what effects this charm can have on a person.”

“What do you mean Sir?” Harry asked, baffled, tearing his gaze away from Hermione’s beautiful eyes and secret smile.

“I think we should stop them there, yes we should before…” the Professor trailed off…“Alardoursis!”

Harry woke from the charm to find himself holding hands with Hermione, he let go hurriedly and stared around the class trying to take it all in; he wondered what had just happened as he looked upon the peculiar scene before him now. He could feel the heat rising in his face, his blood was starting to boil, and then he flipped…

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?” he roared at the Professor, who was looking very smug with himself, as if he had just done something very educating. There was a sudden diversion as Hermione grabbed her stuff and ran out the room, red in the face. Harry turned back to the Professor and glared at him full of hatred, what kind of sick person would perform such a charm on two friends and watch as the type of relationship between them rapidly changed.

“YOU’RE SICK, THAT’S WHAT YOU ARE, WHAT KIND OF PROFESSOR ARE YOU? HOW COULD YOU DO THAT?” The Professor now looked befuddled at Harry's reaction.

Harry too grabbed his things and followed Hermione out of the class. He had to put things right with Hermione; they couldn’t just carry on like it had never happened. He quickened his pace, wondering where to go. He shouldn’t have shouted at the teacher like that and if he got rounded up by one of the other teachers then he’d have to explain and he wouldn’t quite know what to say.
~*~

“Tell me Harry, why did you shout at Professor Flitwick?” Dumbledore asked softy, his head resting on his laced hands. Harry saw he was smiling, not on his face, no, but there was a glint of humour in his eyes.

“He put a charm on me and Hermione. Made me do things…” he said uncomfortably, twiddling his thumbs, wishing with all his might that Dumbledore wouldn’t ask which charm the professor had placed on him.

“Which Charm might this be?” he said calmly. Harry's heart sank and he tried to stop himself from going scarlet as he tried to answer Dumbledore coolly.

“I’m not sure if you’ve heard of it sir, it’s called the Alardour Charm.” Harry knew he had failed to keep his original colour.

“I have indeed heard of it, it is a sensitive charm Harry and in the past there have been many incidents like yours that have spread discord among friends. However, we must continue to teach it as it does come up in your N.E.W.T.s.” He looked at Harry, who was steadily getting redder.

“Love is nothing to be ashamed of Harry. We wouldn’t be here without it, but when certain… charms go wrong, in most cases the only cure is to talk to the person about it. I understand you were angry Harry but that is no excuse to shout at your Professor.”

Harry's mind was racing, he had just thought of something. This was the third time now he had had outbursts of anger and he pondered on whether to tell Dumbledore.

“Sir?” he asked tentatively, deciding on the spot.

“Yes Harry?”

“Lately, I’ve started having… erm… outbursts of anger and I don’t know why. I keep on shouting at people.” He looked at Dumbledore hopefully. Dumbledore paused, and then surveyed Harry seriously through his half moon glasses.

“Tell me about it,” he said shortly. Harry launched in to a detailed story of his previous outbursts, telling him all about Cho, Hagrid and Professor Flitwick.

“It seems someone is tampering with your life Harry,” he said, frowning when Harry had finished; Harry's jaw dropped.

“What?” he exclaimed incredulously.

“We cannot be sure however, it may just be you and the recent pressure on you from certain things,” he continued wisely.

Harry started but Dumbledore raised up a hand to silence him.

“Enough,” he said sharply. “We’ll see how it goes and if anything else happens please report back to me.”

Harry was amazed; he was supposedly being controlled by someone, and Dumbledore couldn’t care less? Maybe he didn’t want to give Harry any information, that was what he did last year. Last year at least the Order gave him information on what you-know-who was doing, this year no one had told him anything at all. All he’d been told was that Voldemort was still recruiting members and gaining power, which he already knew. Now, now, he thought angrily, Dumbledore was keeping him in the dark, again!

“Right, well I’ll see myself out then,” he said moodily. Harry was made angrier by the fact that Dumbledore had already returned to his work, he did however look up at this and nod.
~*~

It was dinnertime and Hermione was eating at top speed, she was trying to avoid Harry. Lavender and Parvati were giving her mocking stares from across the table. She finally exploded.

“Why don’t you take a picture? It’ll last a bit longer!”

“Talk about touchy, that makes you and Harry,” Parvati stressed. Hermione ignored her petty remark and shovelled some food into her mouth. She was trying to keep up the speed, but the fact that she kept on choking on her half-chewed food didn’t help her keep up the pace and she was certain he would arrive at any moment wanting to talk about ‘the incident’... too late.

“Hermione!” said Harry out of breath; he had obviously ran here after his lesson, intent on not letting her slip through his clutches again. He sat down hastily next to her.

“Look, I know you’ve been avoiding me Hermione, and you can’t just keep running away from the situation or me. We need to talk,” he told her firmly.

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Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed that! As I said -a lot of romance.
The next chapter is called "Talking Things Over". Ron finds a dilemma on his hands and Hermione is cheered up by supposedly bad news. The Quidditch game is coming ever closer. Harry, however, is not feeling quite up to it...find out why in the next chapter! Hopefully there will be at least one review for me :sigh: This (http://www.cosforums.com/showthread.php?p=3501657#post3501657) is the link to review.

hpdreamz
April 26th, 2006, 3:46 pm
I’d like to dedicate this chapter to JK Rowling, whom without, this wonderful fandom could not be! Thanks Jo! And so on with the story…and please review! :p


Talking Things Over



“Hermione, what happened in Charms doesn’t mean anything,” Harry told her. “I mean it isn’t like we really feel like that for each other! Is it?” Even as he said it, he realised that there was doubt in his voice.

“No, of course I don’t,” Hermione said rather too quickly, hoping Harry hadn’t found that too suspicious.

“We were put under a Charm, so it doesn’t mean anything! We’re just best friends that’s all; let’s put what happened behind us, it is in the past,” he said soothingly.

“Right, well I’m glad we’ve got that over and done with, I couldn’t stand it if we hadn’t talked about it,” he said, relived. They both burst out laughing; Hermione didn’t know what they were laughing at or what was so hilarious that their sides were aching. All she knew was that she had to keep on laughing, she got the feeling they were laughing to break the ice, more than anything else.

“Hi, what’s up?” Ron asked, sitting down next to them. Harry and Hermione stopped laughing abruptly. Ron paused, looking at Harry and Hermione, who had been slightly shocked by his interruption; he frowned. “Y-you have sorted i-it out h-haven’t you? I-if you haven’t I can g-go…” he said timidly, half getting out of his seat, forcing a chuckle and pointing over his shoulder with his thumb.

“Of course we have, sit down and eat,” Hermione answered before Harry could reply.

“OK,” he said, clambering back down onto his seat. “Get this, right after you two left, Lavender kneed Draco in the nuts while he was under the spell, it was hilarious. He was clutching at himself for ages. Professor Flitwick didn’t know where to look!”

Ron had thought that this information would break the ice, but it was to no avail. Harry cracked a weak smile as he raised his loaded fork, but then there was a pregnant pause as everyone started eating, as if all three didn’t really know what to say. They all thought about the day’s events. Hermione wondered why she had lied to Harry; she did like him, so why had she lied? Harry was speculating if he was going to shout at anybody else that day and if not today then when? Who might that ill-fated victim be? Ron was taking this time to mull over his latest problems, why hadn’t he told Harry yet? When was he going to tell Harry? What was he going to tell Harry? Should he tell Harry? He pondered his last question, changing midway as he felt a familiar wave of jealousy towards Harry roll over him. They sat there for quite a period… reflecting on things with every mouthful, ignoring the babble of talk coming from other students who were indulging in dinner together and then…

“Harry we need to talk.” Harry whirled round to see his girlfriend, slightly unnerved by the fact that she had said the exact words he had said to Hermione. He stared now into the face of Cho, her eyes widening meaningfully as she jerked her head behind her.

“In private,” she added helpfully; Harry turned back to his best friends.

“I’ll be back in a minute,” he said, excusing himself. He trailed Cho hurriedly as she lead him out of the Great Hall. Hermione watched him leave then turned back to her dinner.

“What do you think that’s about?” Ron asked loudly making a brave stab at conversation.

“I don’t know,” she replied shortly.
~*~

“Harry!” Cho almost shouted his name as she stopped in front of Harry, spinning round to look at him wildly. Harry, who had nearly walked into her, righted himself and then looked deep into her eyes questioningly. What did she want to talk about?

“Harry, I think we should stop seeing each other,” she blurted out; Harry's jaw dropped.

“What?”

“It isn’t working and after what happened in the Gryffindor common room, I feel like I don’t know you.” She took his hand, which was held stiffly by his side in shock and squeezed it tightly. Harry felt it bring back some of the feeling that the numbness, which was gradually invading his body, had claimed.

“I’m really sorry Harry, it’s not your fault,” she told him, ignoring the fact that Harry was moving his mouth wordlessly. She walked past him, thorough the doors and into the Great Hall, leaving Harry to carry on impersonating a fish. After a few minutes he walked numbly into the Great Hall and collapsed on his seat. Hermione and Ron looked at him, then at each other, and then returned their gaze to him again. They looked alarmed at the confused expression on Harry’s face, which was a shade of scarlet.

“Harry?” Ron asked timorously to the top of Harry's head.

Harry, who had looked down quickly to his dinner and had kept his head down since his return to his seat, now looked up.

“What?” he asked quietly.

“What did she say?” Hermione asked, relived that Harry had now looked up; she didn’t quite fancy comforting the top of Harry's head.

“S-she b-b-broke up with me,” he stammered.

“Oh, I’m really sorry Harry,” Ron said sympathetically, while Hermione stared at Harry rather taken aback more that anything else.

“Did she say how come?” Hermione asked, her expression now converted to a confused one.

“Said s-s-she didn’t k-know me a-anymore…a-after w-w-what happened…who c-c-can blame h-her… says it i-i-isn’t w-working…” he mumbled, smiling weakly. Harry wasn’t usually the one to stammer or cry, he was usually the one to feel resentment or anger, but it was times like this when even he would change character.
~*~

Harry thought he had his work cut out for him when he was appointed Captain for the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Out of the seven positions, four remained to be filled. Harry had of course refilled his position as Gryffindor seeker after having his life long ban removed. Ginny, who had been filling in for him, was happy to take one of the Chasers positions. She had been hinting that Chaser was the position she had always wanted to play anyway. Ron, who had replaced former Keeper, Oliver Wood, had now confessed that he’d rather be a Chaser instead, as he wasn’t very good at being a Keeper. Harry privately agreed, although he didn’t tell Ron this of course. At tryouts he was amazed to find that many of his fellow Gryffindors showed talent, the positions had soon been filled with people Harry thought were worthy of the positions. Hermione became Keeper, Neville the last remaining Chaser, and Dean and Parvati (who Harry was flabbergasted to find out, worked very well together) became Beaters. Neville had improved beyond boundaries at flying since the memorable last time Harry had seen him fly. It had been in their first year. In their first flying lesson, Neville had kicked off too hard, and soared up into the air. He went on an airborne tour of the sky, then after falling from his broomstick, he had landed flat on his face on the grass, with a broken wrist.

Gryffindor people from other years hadn’t shown much interest in trying out for the team. There had been a few, but they were really dreadful at Quidditch and Harry wouldn’t have been surprised if they didn’t even know what the Golden Snitch was. Their second match of the year would be played on Saturday, Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff; Harry was confident that Gryffindor would perform as well as they had done in their last match. They had of course been training hard for the upcoming match; Harry really wanted to win the Quidditch Cup and was completely sure they were going to get it.
~*~

Harry spent a sleepless Friday night tossing and turning, not because of the match the following morning but because of Cho. Harry couldn’t help missing Cho. It was as if the empty space inside him, caused by the death of Sirius, his Godfather, had stretched even larger to include an empty space where Cho had been. Cho didn’t seem to be feeling this emotion however; when they passed in the corridors Cho avoided his eyes and kept right on walking. Harry would just walk on by as well, trying to ignore the lump in his throat.

Harry missed their get-togethers on the weekend; they would take these times to chat and catch up on things. Sometimes they would go for walks up the ice-capped mountains that surrounded the lake, to enjoy the beautiful picturesque scenes from the top and maybe have a playful snow fight; then they would walk back to the castle hand in hand for lunch. It was those times that Harry was keen to rekindle. He wondered whether he’d ever be as happy with someone else. It was because of this that Harry woke up in the morning feeling tired and listless, obviously in no fit state to play Quidditch to his usual excellent standards. He found that Ron had already gone down to breakfast without him, and then speculated why. Snorting, he realised that Ron had probably thought he should leave him to sleep for little while longer. He got up and peered through the curtains, expecting to see rain pouring down, but was satisfyingly surprised by the pale blue sky that greeted him. He sighed; Quidditch playing conditions were going to be perfect. Judging by the fact that the trees weren’t swaying it didn’t look like there was much wind. He turned around to face the dormitory and spotted a letter on the floor. Walking over to it, he bent down to pick it up and opened it. A smile touched his lips as he read it.

Dear Harry,

We’d like to wish you good luck on your second game as Captain. You wiped the floor with Ravenclaw and we await details of how many points Hufflepuff loses by. We’d say break a leg, but you probably will anyway

Love, all of us here in London

Opening his bedside drawer, he tucked the letter away under the first good luck card he’d received months ago. He sat down on his bed, wondering who kept telling the Order the dates of his games. Chuckling to himself, he started to get dressed, grinning and wobbling slightly on his unsteady legs.

“Are you all right Harry?”

“You don’t look very well.”

“Do you feel up to playing?”

“Did you get much sleep last night?”

A crowd of girls and concerned friends swarmed Harry as he stumbled into the great Hall. Startled, Harry assumed that his physical appearance reflected his lack of sleep, but it didn’t stop the brunette on his left tugging at his elbow, his mood plummeting, he tried to shake the girls off of him, apparently his being Gryffindor Captain made him irresistible today. He tried to break free from the crowd, becoming increasingly infuriated. Between the many heads he saw Hermione and Ron getting up from Breakfast to join the crowd and shoved a gaggle of third years out of his way to get to them.

“Harry you look awful,” Hermione told him.

“Well, duh...” he said angrily. Hermione had been in a constant good mood for a few days now and Harry was bewildered; he had never known someone to go so long without having a few bad moments. It was almost annoying, as he had times during the day when he would like nothing better than to strangle the person nearest to him. He couldn’t work out the cause for this sudden happiness and Hermione had made it clear she wasn’t going to say.

“Missing your Girlfriend, Potter?” spoke a familiar drawl from behind him. Ron and Hermione turned around to face the owner of the voice, but Harry remained still, his face expressionless. “I heard she dumped you after your poor performance.”

Anger sparked in a pair of suddenly fierce emerald eyes as Harry whipped out his wand, jabbed it over his shoulder and spoke two words, “Petrificus Totalus.”

The spell hit Malfoy on the forehead and he stiffened and fell backwards, throwing the back of Harry’s head a furious look as he did so. No one came to his aid as he hit the floor, no one came rushing to his side as his head made the most horrible sound of bone on stone; no one moved at all. Ron met Hermione’s eyes for a moment, eyebrows raised, before they turned back to Harry.

“He deserved it,” spat Harry unexpectedly. “He de-”

“Forget Malfoy, are you all right mate? You look like you haven’t slept at all,” Ron cut in sharply.

“Yeah I just need to keep myself awake. It shouldn’t be too hard,” he said, trying to convince himself. He took his glasses off carefully and rubbed the sleep from his tired, emerald eyes; the usual light that they radiated seemed to have gone out.

“I’ll conjure up some Coffee,” Hermione suggested. She didn’t believe Harry at all, she could tell that he was really struggling.

Ron nodded.

“Good idea,” he said, thoughtfully watching Hermione. She withdrew her wand from her robes and screwed her eyes up in concentrating on Harry's hands. She raised her wand.

“Accio Coffee!” she said with a swift swish of her wand. A startled Harry felt an object fly into his hands and looked down to see his fingers wrapped round a large mug of steaming creamy coffee, he drained the mug quickly, ignoring his burnt tongue.

“Thanks Hermione, I feel better already.”

She smiled dismissively as to say it’s all right, it was nothing.

“You’d better eat Harry, it’ll help you get your strength back,” suggested Ron.

“Yeah,” Harry replied, not really paying attention; Cho had just entered the Great Hall and he was trying to ignore that familiar sinking feeling.

“Harry?” said Hermione. Upon hearing his name, Harry swung around, seeing that Ron and Hermione had already sat down and were waiting for him to follow suit. He sat down at the Gryffindor Table and began eating. Harry, who was eating excessively, looked at Hermione and reflected on his previous condition; he thought he might be all right playing Quidditch after all.

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Well there it is... The next chapter will be posted within a week...maybe!
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hpdreamz
June 11th, 2006, 12:31 pm
Hey readers, I'm sorry that it HAS been over a month since I last posted, but I've had my end of year exams. Now that they're over I'll be much quicker with posting:D Nevertheless, sorry anyways! I've got a bit of a treat for you today, I'm posting 2 chapters, here they are, and please review (http://www.cosforums.com/showthread.php?p=3501657#post3501657) to let me know what you think!

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4. A Smack In The Face



“Harry, it’s time,” Hermione told him hesitantly.

“Hmm…” he replied, numbly. Harry couldn’t understand it, for some odd reason he was nervous about the match. He gave himself a little shake and stood up with Hermione and Ron. They had finally finished their breakfast after what seemed like hours and had been sitting quietly, Hermione checking her watch anxiously every few minutes. They made their way out to the changing rooms, various people wishing Harry and the team good luck or patting him on the back and smiling confidently. Other members of the team joined them and they continued on their way together, catching each other’s eyes every now and then and smiling cheerfully.

“Right team,” Harry said, clearing his throat. “This is it, Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff, right? Look out for each other out there, it’s extremely dangerous. We need to keep that team spirit up. Everyone knows that we’re the best team, so let’s go out onto the pitch and show them what we’re made of!” he said fiercely. The team had put on their scarlet robes and Harry had them all huddled up to give them his usual pre-match pep talk.

“You’re right Harry, we all need to keep the team spirit, we stick together,” Ginny said fiercely.

They walked out onto the match to a wave of noise, someone from Gryffindor had struck up a chant.

“Go, go, Gryffindor! Go, go, Gryffindor! Go, go, Gryffindor!” This and the tumultuous applause made the sound deafening and Harry's stomach turned involuntarily. He walked shakily over to madam hooch.

“Potter, Bones, shake hands,” ordered Madam Hooch. Harry took Susan Bone’s hand and shook it strongly, he let go quickly and retreated a few steps swinging his leg over his Firebolt as he went.

“Mount your brooms…on my whistle…three – two – one -“

Harry kicked off hard into the air, his Firebolt making him soar up faster and higher than anyone else. He zoomed off, keeping a look out for bludgers as he hovered in the air several feet above the match. Harry scanned the air for a glimpse of gold and could make out Justin Finch-Fletchley, the Hufflepuff Seeker, doing the same at the other end of the pitch. There was no sign of the Golden Snitch, so Harry tuned out the running commentary being done by Daryl Stephenson, a sixth year Hufflepuff. The former commenter, Lee Jordan, had left Hogwarts last year to work for Fred and George in their joke shop. Harry was expecting a rather Hufflepuff biased commentary but was pleasantly surprised.

“Hufflepuff in possession straight away… an unexpected pass from Bones to Nott… aargh… no… intercepted by Longbottom who shoots and… HE SCORES! Gryffindor 10 Hufflepuff 0... Claimed by Chaser Frost… oh… hit by a bludger from his own beater… OUCH!… that must have hurt… practise needed there no doubt about it… meanwhile another intercept… by Chaser Ron Weasley this time, streaking towards his sister Chaser Ginny Weasley… short delivery, nice tactic… Ginny Weasley in possession passes to Chaser Longbottom behind Frost… Longbottom passes back to Chaser Ron Weasley who dodges a pelting bludger from beater Perks… Chaser Weasley darts towards goalposts, a scarlet blur, he shoots…”

Everyone froze in mid-air to watch this promising goal. Ron watched it with a look of determination on his face.

“HE SCORES! Gryffindor 20, Hufflepuff 0. Chaser Nott in possession… nice pick up… no trouble there…“

WHAM, Ron was hit in the face hard by a bludger. Harry watched in helpless horror as his best friend’s blood splattered… watched as Ron clapped his hands to his face in pain, slipped off his broom and plummeted at least 50 feet to the ground, where he lay unmoving, evidently knocked out by the fall.

“Ooooh, Chaser Weasley hit in the face with a Bludger… just after scoring… what a shame… time-out called for as Weasley is attended to… Gryffindor 20, Hufflepuff 0.”

Six worried scarlet blurs whizzed down to Ron’s aid, one of them carrying Ron’s broom, having retrieved it before it flew off by itself. Ron’s nose was thick with blood and some of it was smeared on his cheeks from when he had clapped his hand to his face, his nose was definitely broken. The Gryffindor Team encircled him, trying to revive their Chaser, to no avail.

“Oh, do you think he’s all right?” Parvati squealed.

“Should be...” Harry said, biting his lip. Hermione caught his eye and they both grimaced. Hermione looked down at Ron, his fringe was masking his eyes, a vivid red on pale skin. Leaning down she swept it from his eyes. Gently holding his head, she bent her knees and settled down to sit by him as Harry joined her. Looking up to see her face, Harry saw that she looked panicked. He followed her gaze; she was frantically groping around Ron’s neck for a pulse, her hand slipping on Ron’s blood as she steadily became more and more panicked. Harry took Ron’s wrist, felt with his fingers, and to his immense relief felt a steady pulse there.

“He’s all right,” Harry said to himself more than anyone else. Harry's heart skipped a beat, Ron was fine, he wasn’t… dead. The group sighed heavily with relief. Harry smiled and put an arm around Hermione, she let out a sob and smiled through tears as the rest of the group burst into talk.

“Out of the way now, please,” said a sharp voice behind them; the crowd parted to allow Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall to have access to Ron. The crowd fell silent.

Dumbledore walked forward casually and leant down beside Ron.

“Unconscious from the fall and broken nose from the Bludger. A rather painful injury if I must say so,” Dumbledore said, standing up and looking down at Ron with a look of sympathy.

“Accio stretcher,” Dumbledore said casually, with a swish of his wand.

There was a long pause in which the Gryffindors looked at him, baffled. They wondered why it was taking so long but were afraid to ask him in case it hadn’t worked. All of a sudden a faint whooshing noise could be heard, getting steadily louder. A stretcher marked with the Hogwarts crest screeched to a sudden halt beside them, half tangled with a hospital bed sheet having evidently got tangled up with it upon it’s escape from the Hospital Wing. Dumbledore turned to it and freed the bed sheet before unfastening the straps, then he turned back to Ron.

“Mobilicorpus.” He swished his wand once again and as though held by invisible strings, Ron was lifted up, his hands held loosely at his side, his head lolling disgustingly, splattered with blood from his nose. Dumbledore guided Ron with his wand above the stretcher and then proceeded to bring him gently down to lie upon it. A casual flick of his wand ensured the straps magically tied themselves securely.

“Good day to you all,” Dumbledore said as he turned and left, the stretcher following him.

Harry was left mouthing wordlessly, without a conscious best friend or a conscious Chaser. It was here that Harry realised Professor McGonagall had not left, but was waiting to speak to the Gryffindor Quidditch Team.

“No need to worry, I’m sure Mr Weasley will be up and about in no time,” she spoke comfortingly to Hermione who was very pale.

“Right team, as you are missing a Chaser, I suggest you continue to play with only two, that is unless you can find someone to fill in the remaining minutes of time-out.” She left as soon as she finished speaking, leaving Gryffindor team in a bit of a muddle.

“Now what are we go-” Harry stopped middle sentence as he turned to Ginny, her face had suddenly lit up.

“Lavender,” she said grabbing his sleeve. Many of the Gryffindors had retreated to the Changing rooms and they were the last Gryffindors left on the pitch now.

“Come on,” she told him, pulling him, as she lead him up to the Gryffindor stands to a bewildered looking Lavender.

“Is Ron okay?” Lavender asked with concern.

“Yeah, he’s just unconscious,” Harry said. “Listen, Lavender, would you fill in as Chaser for Ron for the rest of the game, ple-“

“I’d love to,” she said shooting up, suddenly looking elated, brushing her hair out of her face impatiently. She grabbed her jacket and turned back to Harry.

“Lead the way,” she smiled.
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“Thanks for this, you’re a lifesaver,” Harry yelled, struggling to be heard over the noise; he smiled gratefully at her.

Lavender had got changed into spare robes surprisingly quickly and they were walking onto the pitch, again being greeted with a tremendous noise and the same chant from the Gryffindors.

“Go, go, Gryffindor! Go, go, Gryffindor! Go, go, Gryffindor!"

The Hufflepuff team was waiting grumpily for the game to restart and Madam Hooch was ready with her whistle.

“Three – two – one-“

Harry kicked off hard, again rising higher and faster than the others on his Firebolt. He zoomed off towards the other end of the stadium, keeping his eyes peeled for the Golden Snitch. He was desperate to finish the game and go to see Ron.

“And they’re off… yet again… Lavender Brown filling in for Chaser Ron Weasley… Ron Weasley has a broken nose… get well soon, Ron… Hufflepuff in Possession… Frost whizzing towards Gryffindor end… IS IT GONNA BE A GOAL?… fingers crossed, Hufflepuff, you need to score.”

Harry spun around so quickly his neck cricked, he could see the small figure that was Hermione, hovering in the front of the middle hoop ready to save it, he crossed his fingers.

“Come on Hermione, you can do it…” he muttered, massaging his neck with the other hand. He could see the canary yellow shape that was Frost, dodging and darting his way through the many Gryffindor players which were trying to obstruct his way, as he flew towards the goalposts where Hermione lingered, ready and alert.

“Frost gaining speed now… dodging… darting… Beater Patil hit’s a Bludger his way… DODGES THAT TOO!… He’s on a roll!” Daryl yelled ”he shoots… she lunges… aargh… Quaffle diverts towards other end… HE SCORES… Gryffindor 20 Hufflepuff 10.“ A tidal wave of noise erupted from the Hufflepuffs watching.

“Hufflepuff catching up… Snitch needs to be caught soon, Potter, Finch- Fletchley…”

Harry shook his head and focused, he needed to find the snitch. Being Gryffindor Captain and Seeker was a complicated job, not only did he have to catch the Snitch, but also look out for other members and keep an eye out to see what was going on elsewhere. He decided now, that he should only focus on catching the Snitch, the Hufflepuffs were catching up and they couldn’t afford for them to score again. And so, after giving Hermione a sympathetic look, he turned and soared up higher so that he had a good overview of the match. It was in a moment of fierce joy that he saw it. Hovering near the Gryffindor entrance close to the ground was the Golden Snitch. Harry grinned.

“Chaser Frost in possession… dodges bludger hit by own beater… Beater Harrop needs much more practise… passes Chaser Weasley… neat pass round Chaser Longbottom… he’s going for the kill…“ Harry took a deep breath, directed his broom, bent his head low to his broomstick and shot off towards the Snitch like a bullet.

“Hold your horses, Seeker Potter has dived for the snitch… COULD THIS BE IT?”

Now it was everyone else’s turn to watch in hope. Harry lay stretched out on his Firebolt as it rocketed towards the golden snitch, his face screwed up in concentration.

“Come on… faster… just a little bit more…” Harry spurred on his Broom, ignoring the roaring noise that was starting to invade his hearing. Finch-Fletchley who had been quick to react to Harry's dive was slowly but surely gaining on him. The snitch had shot off and Harry urged his broom to go even faster. The Golden Snitch was within arms reach now, Harry reached out his hand steadily, ready to grab it, but the Snitch kept on moving and as always it was extremely hard to catch it. The roaring noise in his ears got louder, blocking out everything else. Harry was beginning to lose hope when he made a wild grab for it and was astonished to see it clutched in his sweaty palms, it’s tiny silver wings fluttering in a bid for escape. He slowed down on his broom, jumped off, and landed on his feet, hard, his broom held triumphantly in his hand. Taking it all in he screamed in triumph. He’d caught it, they’d won. The roaring noise had been lifted and he could hear now all the victorious applause and cheers from Gryffindor. He looked down from the crowd to see that his team-mates land around him; they ran to join him, all clapping him on the back, escalating into a many-armed hug. Amid the many bodies and arms he pushed his hand up, bursting through into the air, he waved the snitch victoriously above the mass, grinning. The applause and cheers, which had declined a little, started off again louder than before. Before Harry knew it, the team had hoisted him up and they were marching in a raucous crowd up towards the school. Dropping to the floor at the entrance to the school, the team rushed up the stairs towards the hospital wing. A rather reproving Madam Pomfrey let the worn out team in,

“Try to keep talking to a minimum.” She jerked her head over her shoulder reproachfully. A boy was sleeping cosily behind her and they saw that half his face was covered in thick silky red fur. The team turned away from him and looked worriedly at their battered Chaser.

Ron looked worst for wear, although the blood had been cleared up from around his nose and face, his nose was still rather red, as if he had a cold, Harry presumed this was the magic potion Ron had drank repairing the bone from inside. Sure enough on the side table next to his bed was a dark blood red bottle labelled Boneraparous. Harry pulled up a chair and sat down next to Ron, closely surveying his best friend. Apart from his red nose, he was ghostly white. Harry noticed his hands lying loosely next to him and he reached out to feel it, he felt stone cold. He looked into Ron’s face.

“We won Ron. That means we’re well on our way to winning the Cup.” Ron was silent. “What have you done Ron…” he said weakly to himself.

“We’d better go,” he said to the rest of the team, who were looking at Ron anxiously. Hermione had wrapped her arm around Ginny, who was looking rather horrified.

“Your brother’s going to be fine,” she spoke reassuringly, putting on a brave face. She was fooling nobody though; they could see Hermione’s hand tremble as she said it. Harry stood up promptly and headed for the door, the rest of the team obligingly followed him. Harry kept the door open as they all left, giving each of them a smile as they passed until they were all gone. Harry looked back at Ron and frowned slightly to see Ginny and Hermione hadn’t moved at all, but were still standing there watching a stationary Ron from the foot of his bed. He abandoned his place at the door and walked over in front of them deliberately blocking their view of Ron so that they would notice him. They looked up at him numbly.

“I don’t know what your all worried about. He’s just broken his nose that’s all… honestly, it’s nothing to worry about. He’ll be calling us all stupid for worrying in next to no time,” he told them resolutely, as he placed a hand on each of there shoulders and strongly guided them out of the room.

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5. Bad News
Draco lay in his four-poster bed, in a deep reverie of Friday after Potions. He had finally worked up the nerve to tell him and had approached him after the lesson. There was a problem however, Harry's bag had split and Ron and Hermione had stayed behind to help him gather up all his things, he couldn't say anything in front of them.

"Urm..." Professor, could I talk to you in private?" he said slowly; he was starting to feel sick. Professor Snape looked at him questioningly, surveying his pale face and narrowed eyes.

"Wouldn't it be easier to tell me now Malfoy?" he asked lightly. Draco shook his head slowly. He could feel the trio listening to them and was convinced they were curious to know more; Snape gave Draco a final curious look.

"Very well Malfoy, come and see me on Sunday morning at 10, this does indeed seem like something which is worth the wait. In is unfortunate but I have a lot of things to do this week," Snape said quietly.

Draco nodded weakly; he could feel their eyes boring into the back of his head. He wondered whether Potter knew that You-Know-Who had now chosen an heir; heck he wondered if Potter even knew You-Know-Who was planning something. If anyone could save the wizarding world it was Potter, even though Draco had once upon a time loathed admitting it.

Draco rolled over roughly in bed, to get into a comfier position to think some more. He rolled rather too roughly however; he fell through his four-poster bed curtains and landed painfully on his back. He groaned loudly not because of his fall but because of the sight, he saw looking up at the dorm ceiling. There was a large green, silvery very slippery and evil looking serpent painted on the ceiling. He groaned again as he struggled helplessly against the same old regrets that were starting to invade his mind. If father could see me now, about to betray him for losing the family trust. Helping the Muggleborns, what a failure. He shook himself violently and sat up, staring around. Claw had returned from delivering his mail and was perched at the end of the bed, hooting slowly. Draco heaved himself up on to his bed next to the bird; he stared determinedly at the floor, and instantly wiped his eyes with his sleeve. He knew his sleeve would soon be soaked. He looked up at Claw who hooted affectionately. Draco stroked the bird gently with his hand; Claw was his only remaining friend. Draco blindly ran his hands over a note, which appeared to have been tied rather hastily around Claw's middle. Draco frowned as he looked at the note. Father had sent him a letter back, but had failed to recognize the fact that Claw felt pain too and had subjected him to a long flight with a note tied tightly around his middle. It was so damn typical of Father to do such a thing; he moved hurriedly to untie it.

Claw soared up and perched himself on the windowsill, watching gratefully. Draco got up and got changed, brushing his hair impatiently with a black and green comb before sitting down. He sighed heavily and looked down to the note held in his now trembling hand. He snorted and a smile ruptured on his face. Draco Malfoy was not scared of a stupid letter from his Father, he thought, and in one swift move, he opened the envelope, took out the parchment inside and unfolded it. His face fell as he read through it,

Draco,

I need not tell you why I'm writing this letter. This family's loyalty lies with you now. The pain you felt when you decided to pass up the job that many would die for, is only a taster of what you will feel if you let anything slip out about it now. He is at work within the castle, doing the Dark Lord's work. Do not interfere or there will be much to pay.

Your Father

Draco shuddered fearfully and looked at his watch, 9:30. He looked down at the note clutched in his hands.

"Much to pay," he muttered. "The usual **** about beating me again," he snorted.

Standing up, he walked to the fireplace where a fire roared noisily, he scrunched up the note and threw it into the fire.

"When are you going to realise I'm not going to follow in your footsteps, Father?" he told the shriveling note, his face blank. He turned on his heel and made his way to Snape's office.

~*~

"So what do you think Draco wanted to tell Snape?" Hermione said keenly, leaning over the table. Harry yawned widely before answering.

"Dunno, must be something important though, he didn't seem to want to say anything while we were there, it was obvious," said Harry, leaning in as well.

"Maybe it's something about You-Know-Who?" Ron suggested offhandedly, leaning in to join them.

"Hmm... is it just me or doesn't he truly get the sick pleasure from bullying people anymore?" Hermione asked, glowering.

"Nonsense, I'm sure he's just not showing the 'sick pleasure' he gets from it," replied Ron.

Hermione frowned and Ron turned to Harry for help. "You agree with me, don't you Harry?" Harry shook his head meekly.

"Yeah, okay. When pigs fly," said Ron. "Point out to me the Malfoy who doesn't enjoy bullying; the Malfoy who only does it out of habit," he quipped, raising his eyebrows.

"He hasn't laughed at me once, and yes, it does seem like he's only doing it out of bad habit," Hermione told him honestly.

"When pigs fly Hermione, when pigs fly," Ron said in a singsong voice, but Harry could tell Ron's resolve was weakening.

"Maybe he's in trouble?" Hermione put forward.

"Okay, maybe. It's all maybes," Ron muttered skeptically; Harry however knew she was right.

"In trouble with who?" Harry asked, as Ron stared at him wildly.

"I don't know, but he's definitely scared, he's as white as a ghost," she said, her last statement being highlighted as Nearly Headless nick, Gryffindor house ghost floated by.

Ron came up close and whispered in Harry's ear. "Not likely to be girlfriend trouble eh?" He s******ed and Harry forced a laugh thinking vaguely of Cho, Hermione merely glared at them.

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"Come in," called Snape from within his office. Draco entered full of fresh determination, aware he was about to become one of them. "Right, you wanted to tell me something Malfoy," Snape said curtly, looking up from some papers he had been reading.

"Yeah, it's about you know who," he said confidently.

Snape stared at him, baffled. He would have expected the son of death eater to call You-Know-Who the Dark Lord, just like all of the death eaters. He gulped and motioned for Draco to sit down; the boy did so, looking at Snape fixedly all the while.

"Continue," Snape said loudly, breaking the odd silence that had fallen over them.

"Well it's like this..." Draco started.

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"Harry?! Are you all right, you're very quiet?"

"I'm fine," Harry replied, waving his hand dismissively. He pulled a pile of his textbooks towards him and grabbed Standard Book of Spells Grade 6 off the top.

"What's the matter?" Ron asked with concern.

Harry's eyes flickered towards the notice board, before he opened the book and began flicking through it as though looking for a page he couldn't find. Ron looked over to the notice board where several giggling girls were gathered round a new notice. He got up from the table and went to see what was written on it.

"Excuse me, coming through," he warned pushing himself through the crowd; he finally found himself in front of the notice.

Christmas Ball

From this year forth, Headmaster Dumbledore has decided to have an annual ball, to be held on Christmas Day. This year, the dress will be formal attire. Everyone who attends must be in formal attire. There will be a dinner preceding the dance, and entertainment will be provided by a live band.

Date-25th December

Time- 6pm till late

Ron sighed as he thought of how Harry had split up with Cho, and now there was this Christmas Ball and they would both go with different people. Oh, and there was also Hagrid's Wedding Reception to find a date for; that would be fun. He ducked out of the crowd, went over to Harry and Hermione, and quietly gave a brief summary of the notice to Hermione. They both exchanged worried looks, and then they looked at Harry who was still flicking through the book, his eyes resolutely glued to it. He suddenly slammed the book down.

"Harry?" Ron began again. "I know what you're going through, it's not the end of the world, don't wor-" he stopped abruptly as Harry threw the book onto the table. Ron exchanged an alarmed look with Hermione who opened her mouth to speak. Harry looked up at Ron suddenly with a face full of angry hatred.

"It's all right for you!" he shouted fiercely. "You've never had a girlfriend or even liked a girl like that, so how the hell do you know about it all?"

He cast Ron a look of sheer contempt, his eyes fierce and hurtful. Harry got up, kicked his chair aside and stormed away muttering further insults under his breath. Ron stared after him, completely scandalised; he then looked back to Hermione who had her mouth slightly open, looking just as scandalised.

Unable to bear it he shouted after him, "Well how the hell would you know if I fancied anyone, you're always going on about your own wretched girlfriend," he said, now fuming. He kicked the table hard and stamped off towards the boys dormitory, talking wildly and insulting Harry to himself, not bothering to lower his voice in case anyone heard. Hermione stood there watching him go in dismay, wondering absent-mindedly whether Harry had broken the world record for messing things up in the shortest time.

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Ron was seething with anger. What right had Harry to say that? If he knew, Harry wouldn't have said that. Ron had had a girlfriend, just because he hadn't let the boy-who-thought-he-was-king know that didn't make it untrue. So what if his girlfriend had been Cho? Harry didn't own her. And anyway it happened way back in Primary school. They'd liked each other and started going out in her last year. It'd been a private relationship, no one else had known about it. Even though there wasn't a chance of trouble if it was in the open, they'd decided to keep it secret. It felt more exciting that way. They'd drifted apart when Cho left for Hogwarts and then they'd eventually broken up. Even though Ron still liked her when he'd followed her to Hogwarts, it was obvious Cho and Harry liked each other from the day they'd clapped eyes on each other and from then on it was down hill for Ron and Cho's 'thing.' How was Harry Potter, the renowned boy-who-lived, expected to understand the woes and worries of his sixteen year old best friend who lived in a large family, with five older successful brothers whose standards he was expected to live up to? Sure, it was hard to be best friends with the boy-who-lived-and-became-famous-because-of-it, but when he didn't even try to understand, well that was just arrogant. He flung him self on his bed and drew the curtains close around him. He had to think.

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Hermione's feelings towards Harry at the present time were torn between bafflement, anger, and sheer frustration. She couldn't help feeling angry, I mean who wouldn't be angry with one of their best friends when they'd exploded at another best friend out of their own irritation? It was just so stupid of Harry to be so childish. Yet, she still felt strongly attracted to him. It wasn't as crazy as it used to be, it'd become more subdued, but it was still there as strong as ever and invading her every thought. She wrenched open the heavy library door and scanned the users; she spotted a familiar head bent down over an unmistakable Quidditch book in the corner. She made her way over to Harry, trying hard to be extremely cautious and sitting down opposite him.

"Harry?" she began, lowering her head to look at his face. He slammed down his book and looked back at Hermione who had jumped at this movement.

"I don't know what came over me," he said, frowning hard and sighing.

"What do you mean, you don't know what came over you? Are you or are you not, in control of your own mouth?" she asked angrily, sitting down opposite him. "You had no right whatsoever to say that about him Harry," she added fiercely.

"I'm not in control of my mouth. Well...not in control of my temper really. Dumbledore thinks somebody's tampering with my life," Harry blurted out.

Hermione looked stunned. "Honestly Harry if that's your excuse." Her eyebrows flew up.

"I-" he began, but Hermione interrupted him.

"I understand you're sorry Harry." She leaned up real close so that the tips of their noses were almost touching. Harry could smell the scent of her perfume and on instinct leant far back on his chair nearly toppling over, but grabbing the desk behind for stability. "But you really shouldn't make up things like that just to suit yourself. This isn't a game you're playing here," she said quietly.

Harry had to bite his tongue to stop himself from retorting; Hermione had already made up her mind not to believe him. She turned and began to walk away, large determined steps, as though she walked with the purpose to get away from him as soon as possible. Then suddenly, she stopped and came towards him again.

"I'm not dumb, you know, I know when someone's lying Harry. Quite frankly it's written all over your face." She left again, her bushy hair bouncing with her quick pace. Harry, staggered by her mistrust started after her, and in the silence that followed her leaving one question came to mind: what should I do now?

~*~

Draco sat cross-legged on his bed twiddling his thumbs, again staring absent-mindedly at his current surroundings. He had become quite accustomed to this action as it was just about the only thing you could do when you were worried, and Draco had been worrying a lot lately, not without cause though. There was plenty to be worried about of course. Lord Voldemort, Father, Mother, Father, Family Trust, Father, Death Eaters, Father and the Heir were only a few of his worries. Now that he'd told them, via Snape, it should be that young Draco would feel a huge weight being lifted up off his shoulders. As always, this was not the case however, if anything he felt even worse. He sighed heavily, stretched out on his bed, and wondered what it was like to have an easy life. When lives were being handing out, he reckoned that he had gotten a raw deal. Draco snorted; where did that cheesy thought come from? He laughed and sat up, staring round the dormitory curiously as if he'd never seen it before. He was so bored. When Crabbe and Goyle were his friends they could always find something fun to do and took great pleasure plotting and scheming against the dream team. However, even making Potter's, Weasley's, and Granger's lives a living misery was just done for something to do. No one could help him now. When it was out in the open, he would be dead meat. Draco imagined his funeral. Father probably wouldn't attend, and neither would anyone else. Draco had made a lot of enemies in a bid to please his father, a lot of enemies. And so now he was a loner, traitor, wrongdoer, and soon to be victim. Draco had had a lot of disappointments in his life, sure he lived in Malfoy Mansion, was an only child, and could almost get everything he could ever want, but money couldn't ever possibly buy happiness, and happiness was something Draco had never really experienced.

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