A/N: Before you guys begin reading, I have to thank Siriusly Serious for helping co-write this chapter. I was stuck and needed help. She graciously decided to help me. So if you don't follow her, or have her favourited, I suggest that you go and do so! She is an amazing writer. Now! On with the story! Also. I don't own HP, just this plotline.

The bright sun leaked through the maroon curtains, seeping inside the boy's dormitory; waking Harry up from his sleep. If that's what he would even call it, he was nearly up all night thinking, pretty distraught about the situation with Daphne. He wearily pulled himself out of bed, starting his morning routine and ending with him slipping on a pair of black pants and Gryffindor robes.

He began his descendant to the Gryffindor common room, when a familiar red head rushed behind him, tapping him on the shoulder. "Oi! Harry!"

Harry turned his neck; Ron was fixing his tie that hung loosely around his neck, his face nearly red from catching up to him. "Ron? What's up?"

Ron began shifting his tie around his neck, as the two walked into the common room. "I took your advice, mate. Well, sort of. I gave her some compliments and she seemed to like it."

"Yea? That's great, Ron."

"Yeah, I reckon that's why you and Daphne have been together so long." Ron said, tapping him on the back.

Harry took a deep breath, fixing his spectacles up his nose as he exited the portrait hole. "Actually, we're… we're not together anymore."

"Shit, really? Aw mate, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to…"

Harry waved him off, "It's alright, you didn't know… Hey, Ron?"

"Yea?"

"Have you by any chance, seen Hermione?"

Ron tilted his head in thought, "Uhm… nope. Actually, I might've heard her talking about going for breakfast; so possibly there."

"Alright, thanks." Harry said, making his way down the revolving staircases to the great hall. He turned the corridor and stood in the middle of the dining room's entry way; looking over the Gryffindor tables, and instinctively the Slytherin's. He shook his head, there was no reason to look over there anymore…

His eyes wondered around the students eating their breakfast, till they fixed on a certain girl with brown bushy hair, and a thick book under her nose. Just as Harry took a few steps inside, Fred and George came out of nowhere and blocked his path.

"Hiya, Harry." The two said, smiling down at him.

"Fred, George, What's all this?" Harry said, gazing down at the suitcase George was carrying.

"This my dear friend-" George said, lifting the suitcase up to Harry.

"Is a box set of all our finest inventions." Fred finished, clicking open the suitcase and letting the lid swing open.

Harry widened his emerald green eyes upon the items inside the suitcase. It was a whole mess of stuff.

"You guys went all out, what've you got?"

"Well…" Fred said, taking out an ear on a string. "You've already been introduced to this little bugger here… but we have this, which is our newest." Fred picked out a thin sky blue hat and spun it on the tips of his fingers.

"What is it?"

"What is it he says." George grinned.

"When you wear it, your head turns invisible."

"And so does the hat." The Weasley's said.

"Watch." Fred turned and placed the hat on a fellow Gryffindor in a younger year. He stopped, as his head disappeared underneath the hat, and the hat itself. The boy waved his arms frantically trying to feel for his head.

"Get it off!" The boy cried in panic.

"Hold still!" Fred said, reaching for the hat but his hands just slipped in midair. "Oh… uhm… George…"

George snapped the suitcase closed, "Ah, it still needs some modifications. We'll get back to you on that." He said running after the headless boy.

Harry laughed, watching them run down the corridor then remembered what he was here for. He walked down the Gryffindor table, taking a seat beside Hermione who was deep in her reading.

He leaned over close to her ear, "Hey there."

"Oh!" Hermione practically jumped, nearly spilling her pumpkin juice as she clutched on to her chest. "Merlin, Harry… you don't go sneaking up on people like that!"

Harry laughed, "Sorry, but you were glued to that book of yours."

Hermione closed her thick Arithmancy book, continuing at her breakfast with Harry. "Yea, well… something to help keep my mind off… well, it's nothing."

Harry looked up at her from the corner of his eye, "You sure?"

She shrugged, "Yea."

"You know if there's anything you need to talk about, I'm all ears." Harry said, taking a large bite of his waffles.

"Thanks, Harry." Her mouth curved into a subtle smile.

Harry looked up from his plate, his smile slipping as he caught Daphne's eyes. She turned her head, her nose in the air as she exited the great hall.

"Are you alright?" Hermione asked.

"Hm?" Harry took a deep sigh, returning to his waffles.

"About last week… when you know…"

"Oh, yea. I'm alright."

"Are you sure? I feel like I might've ruined something important for you…" Hermione said, stabbing at her eggs.

"Definitely not, it's not your fault. Really, Hermione don't beat yourself up for it." Harry shrugged, "Sometimes finding out that the people you love aren't meant for you, hurts. Just gotta' move on, I suppose."

"Maybe Quidditch will help keep your mind off it. Aren't try-outs today?"

"Oh right, I'd almost forgotten. I keep thinking I'm still on the team, but now that I'm re-sorted… I suppose I've got to re-tryout." Harry laughed.

"You'll do great. You're a natural seeker."

"Thanks 'Mione." Harry smiled.

After a short breakfast, the two decided to head off for their first class; Charms with Professor Flitwick.

Harry took his usual seat by the window, with Hermione sitting beside him. The pair took out their books and quills as Professor Flitwick waved his wand at the blackboard, of which appeared to be the agenda for the class, and it's O.W.L.'s requirements.

Harry leaned in, as he copied the notes from the blackboard. "We've heard the same lecture in three different classes."

Hermione chuckled, "Just in case you didn't listen the first three times, I suppose."

"Woah, I'm the most attentive person in classes." Harry said, raising his eyebrow.

"I suppose we'll see about that when we see whose top of the class at the end of the year." She grinned playfully.

"Alright, Granger. I like a little challenge." Harry said with a determined look on his face.

"Alright, now that we've got that settled. Today, we are going to be practicing the disarming charm." Professor Flitwick said, adjusting himself on the tall stool he stood on for the students to be able to see him. "You, Parvati. Come help me demonstrate."

Parvati Patil stood up from her seat, and shifted through the row as she walked to the center of the class. "Now class, watch carefully at my wrist movement. Wand out, my dear."

Parvati slipped out her wand from inside her robes and held it up to the Professor.

"Watch now. Expelliarmus!" Professor Flitwick's wand shot a bright white light at Parvati's, causing her wand to slip from the tips of her fingers and roll on the ground.

"Right, just like so. Now grab a partner and practice. I don't want to hear any other incantations other than this one." He said, giving a stern look to Dean Thomas.

The class grew loud as the students began to shuffle around the class, finding their empty space to practice the disarming charm.

Harry looked around, noticing he didn't have a partner and turned to Hermione. "So, I guess you're stuck with me."

"Save me now." Hermione joked, getting up from her seat as the two adjusted themselves by the window of the classroom.

Hermione stood about ten feet away, her wand held high at Harry.

"I'll try to go easy on you." Harry joked.

"Do as you wish." Hermione said, getting into stance.

"Ready?" Harry said and within a second the two flicked their wrists and yelled the incantation.

"Expelliarmus!"

Harry's wand flicked from his grasp and rolled towards Hermione's feet. A triumphant look played on her face as she reached down and grabbed his wand. "Look whose wandless."

"Alright, not bad Granger." Truly he was impressed with her fast ability to produce a spell. He walked over and grabbed his wand, "Again?"

Hermione nodded, and got back into stance.

"Alright… 3…2…"

"Expelliarmus- Ah!" Harry quickly dodge the fast red bolt of light that shot from Hermione's wand and shattered a small part of the window pane.

He looked over, confused when he noticed Cormac had accidentally struck her with a loose disarming charm.

"Sorry, Granger!" Cormac said lazily as he went back to practicing.

"Are you alright?" Harry said, looking at her concerned as she rubbed her shoulder.

"Yea, I'm fine. Just caught me off guard." She raised her wand to the broken window pane, repairing the glass back to its original state.

"Cormac can be a git sometimes." Harry said, looking over at the guy missing more disarming charms creating a cluster of papers to fall from the desk.

"Somehow it always revolves around me. Should've seen him last year in transfiguration."

"What'd he do?"

"Turned my hair green! I know he didn't do it on purpose, but still. I'm like a spell magnet."

Harry quirked and eyebrow, crossing his arms as he lightly twisted his wrist, pointing his wand at Cormac. A thin streak of white light darted to the boy's blonde head. Cormac dropped his wand, reaching up to rub the back of his head, looking around the room frantically for the culprit of the spell.

Hermione laughed. "Now it's even." Harry said, laughing just the same.

The bell rung, and the two packed their things and headed for their next class, Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall. The class was quite usual, and expected. McGonagall loved the aspect of taking notes, so that is what she had the class do. Mostly note taking, about the inanimate conjuring spells. Nothing too exciting for Harry, for he caught himself looking out the window countless times, at the view of the Quidditch field. Man, he couldn't wait to get back on his firebolt, flying around the pitch with the wind in his hair. It was one of the things he looked forward to the most while being back at Hogwarts.

After Transfiguration, the two made their way out of the front oak doors of the castle, and onto the grounds where there sat a large greenhouse, ready for their Herbology class.

Harry and Hermione stood behind the large rows of tables, Ron and Neville accompanying them from the other side.

"Hey, mate. Hermione." Ron said, smiling at the two.

"Hello, Ronald and Neville. How are you doing?" Hermione asked.

Neville's smile beamed from his face, "Excellent! Happy to be back in the greenhouse."

"Why's that?" Harry asked.

"Herbology is his favourite subject." Hermione said, just before Professor Sprout cleared her throat catching the attention of the students inside the greenhouse.

"Hello, Class!" She said, smiling to the students.

"Good afternoon Professor Sprout." The students said in unison.

"Today, and hoping you had done your homework of reading, you will be getting your hands a bit dirty." She said, lifting up a pot in front of her and holding it up for the class to see. "Now you will each be given a few seeds to plant, they are attached to thin roots, you are to only burry the roots and leave the seeds above the soil. Proceed with feeding them carrots." She said, lifting a baby carrot up to the seed as it grabbed hold of it and chomped on it. "These are called Chinese Chomping Cabbages, they grow as they eat; and Professor Snape needs them for a potions class, so that is what we are doing today. Garden is out back, grab your seeds and get planting."

Harry grabbed his sack of Chinese Chomping Cabbage seeds and followed Hermione out to the back of the greenhouse where the garden was. The two slipped on their Dragon Hide gloves to prevent the cabbages from chomping on their fingers.

Harry kneeled down on the dirt, and began to dig small holes in the garden.

"She wasn't kidding when we were getting dirty." Harry said, looking down at his robes that were covered in dirt and soil.

Hermione laughed, "It's not your best look." She joked.

Harry grinned as he stuck the seeds into the dirt and began to cover the roots leaving the seeds exposed. "There we go…" He said, wiping his forehead with the back of his Dragon Hide gloves. "Now what?"

"Well you… Oh! Harry…" Hermione said, turning towards him.

"What? What is it?" Harry said, looking around him confused.

"You've erm… you've got soil on your face. Right here." She said, pointing up to her forehead.

"Oh, it's just a bit of soil it's alright." He said, trying to clear it off with the sleeve of his robes.

"No, Harry. The soil is Dragon dung." She said, biting her lip trying to hide her laughter.

Harry took his gloves off and began clearing all the soil on his face, "That's just brilliant." He said, his face turning pink, slightly embarrassed.

"It's alright, here." Hermione lifted him the water can for him to wash his hands off of.

"Thanks, Hermione." He said, wetting his hands and clearing his face.

"No problem. All you've got to do is feed the cabbage the carrots." She said, handing him a hand full of baby carrots. One by one he slowly rolled the carrots to the cabbage as they gnawed on the vegetable and quickly consumed it.

Hermione sprinkled water lightly over their cabbages, and the seeds suddenly grew a few inches.

Harry stood up, brushing himself off of dirt; Hermione just the same. Harry gave her a light pat in the back as they looked down at their plants. "We make a good team, huh?"

Hermione looked up into his emerald green eyes, grinning up at him. "Yea, a good team."

-oOoOo-

The next week went by quickly for Harry, although it was boring. The routine was the same every day: wake up, get ready, eat breakfast, go to class, have lunch, go to more classes, dinner, homework and then to bed. Harry felt down all week. He wasn't speaking to most people, not participating in class, only taking notes when necessary. Except around Hermione, he tried to be as happy as he could be, or at least not looking like death has taken over. He didn't want to make Hermione feel like she was the cause of his break-up. But she did play a part. he thought every time someone accidently brought up the subject.

One thing Harry did look forward to this week was Quidditch try-outs. He had missed playing Quidditch, due to the Tri-Wizard tournament last year he didn't get to play a single game. Try-outs for the seeker were held on the Thursday. Angelina Johnson was the captain for Gryffindor, and she, like the twins, and praised Harry's skills as a seeker. When Harry showed up, there was only one other student trying out for seeker, Cormac McLaggen. According to the Twins he is also trying out for chaser, beater (even though they already have the twins) and keeper since Wood had now graduated. Harry scoffed when he saw him on the field.

"Greetings Potter." Cormac greeted him, "I'll be going for seeker as well. No hard feelings if I make it, right?" Cormac offered his hand to Harry. Harry refused to shake it. Angelina signaled for Harry to come over to her, Harry silently thanked her for getting him out of talking to him.

"So Harry, all you'll need to do is catch the snitch within the time limit, which is 5 minutes, I believe the record for Gryffindor during tryouts was 57 seconds by Charlie Weasley 8 years ago. Think you can do that? I don't want Cormac as the seeker, he's not the right build." Harry nodded to Angelina, and hopped onto his Firebolt.

"Ready." Harry said, floating up into the air, Angelina released the snitch, letting to float up and zoom off to god knows where. Harry took off towards the Hufflepuff stands and the far end of the pitch. The few students in the stands, which were mostly Gryffindors, came to watch Harry as they had seen him play for Slytherin. They cheered after he caught the snitch before almost crashing in to the stands where they were sitting.

Harry landed back in front of Angelina, "There ya go," he handed the snitch over to her, "how'd I do?" He asked with a crooked grin.

"You made the team Potter. Congrats." Angelina hugged him, then whispered to him, "If you need to talk to someone I'm here, okay?"

Harry pulled back, gave her a thankful smile and nodded. Cormac came over and asked Angelina "So, I guess I'll need to make sure I know some pro tips for seeker for our first game?" Cormac didn't look at Harry, thinking he got the position because his "social status" was higher than Harry's. Angelina and Harry both looked at him with incredulous looks on their faces.

"Um no. You're the reserve keeper. I don't you'll get to play this year. Sorry." Angelina spoke with authority, not looking up from her clipboard.

Cormac scoffed at Angelina and walked off towards other students that were there to tryout. Harry high-fived Angelina. "I'll see you around Ang." Harry smiled half-heartedly. As Harry made his way to the locker room, Cormac caught up with him and tapped him on the shoulder. Harry turned around, "What do you want?"

"Say, could you put in a good word in for me to your friend up there?" Cormac pointed up to the stands where Harry noticed Hermione and Luna were sitting.

Harry stared blankly at Cormac, "She's going through somethings. It's not a good time. Sorry."

"So? I could cheer her up if you know what I mean." Cormac said winking at Harry. Harry looked at him with a blank face.

"And what exactly do you mean by that?" Harry said, clenching his jaw. Harry knew what Cormac meant, but he wanted a reason to shut him up.

"Look. You obviously don't know girls, I could smooth talk her, cuddle her. Make her feel safe. Eventually take her to the bedro-" Cormac was cut off from a sharp uppercut. Harry was not going to let Cormac talk about Hermione like that, so he felt that the easiest way to shut him up was knocking him out cold, and to everyone's surprise, Harry had done just that in one swift punch.

"Mister Potter! That is enough! Detention for a week!" Professor Snape had rushed onto the field, likely just to give Harry detention as he never liked him.

Angelina and the Twins shook their heads at Harry, all trying to hide the grin that was creeping on to their faces.

"Why'd you do that Harry?" Angelina asked.

"He deserved it. Plus the detention is worth it." Harry replied.

Professor Lupin walked onto the field immediately after Professor Snape. "What seems to be the problem here?"

"Potter here decided to beat the poor boy unconscious, so I gave him detention with me. He will suffer for his poor life choices." Snape snarled to Lupin.

"Actually, I'll take him off your hands, I need his help anyway." Lupin put on a fake smile to Snape.

"Fine." Snape said through his clenched teeth. Snape stormed off the field.

"Alright Harry, 7 o'clock, my office, you'll just be grading some papers. I do have to show that I am not biased towards any of my students." Lupin said to Harry. "Go on and shower."

Harry laughed, "Yes Professor." Harry began to walk towards the locker room whilst Lupin walked towards the castle. Harry stopped and turned to Lupin "Oh Professor, do you think you could tell me about your time at Hogwarts tonight?"

Lupin had the same twinkle in his eye the last time Harry asked about his past. "Yes I can Harry."

Harry was looking forward to getting to know Lupin better. Harry went and showered then went to eat before his 'detention' with Professor Lupin.

-oOoOo-

Harry was shifting through the pieces of parchment on the desk in front of him; Inking his quill as he marked the papers of the student's Professor Lupin had given him to grade.

"How are they doing so far?" Professor Lupin asked, grinning down at his stack of papers he was grading as well.

Harry looked hastily through the graded papers on the desk, "Pretty good so far actually."

"You've done pretty good yourself." Harry looked up as Professor Lupin lifted up a piece of parchment that was Harry's test, who had gotten an A on the exam.

"Brilliant!" He said, taking the test from Lupin and surveying it.

"You've got a natural talent for this class, Harry." Lupin said, flashing a knowing smile.

"Do I, sir? I just really enjoy the class."

"Yes, well your father was the same way."

"Really?" Harry looked up at him curiously.

"Yes. If there was any class James and Sirius didn't skip, it was this one."

"What about my mother, sir?"

Lupin smiled, reminiscently. "Ah, Lily. Yes, I believe her favourite class was Potions."

"Definitely not my favourite…" Harry said certainly.

"I'm willing to assume Snape doesn't help that opinion too much." Lupin laughed. "Yes well, I believe your mother and I became good friends during Potions. We were partners."

"Were you great at Potions too, Professor?"

"Oh no. To this day Professor Snape still makes my potions for me. Lily made the class easier to pass though." Professor Lupin smiled, looking off into the ceiling as he remembered the day he and Lily had officially become close. "It was in my fifth year that we had partnered up in Potions. We obviously knew each other before hand since we were the Gryffindor Prefects."

/

"Hey Lily." A tall, thin boy with large round spectacles and short wavy brown hair walked down the steps of the dungeon to lean himself against the cold stone walls, looking down at a short, long red-headed girl with deep green eyes.

"James." She said, without looking at him; then continuing her conversation with Alice Prewett. "So he asked me to join-"

"What do you say we skip Potions, and head to Hogsmeade today?" James interrupted, quirking an eyebrow.

Lily rolled her eyes, "Why would I want to skip Potions, and why would I want to go to Hogsmeade with you?"

James looked at her disbelievingly. "Because I'm James Potter, of course?"

"You're an arrogant toe-rag. Bugger off." Lily turned her attention back at Alice but James wasn't giving up. 'Did he ever?'

"Come on Lily, have some fun for once. You're always so tense."

"Excuse me?"

Remus placed a hand on James' shoulder, "C'mon mate, knock it off."

James looked between Remus and Lily, releasing a breathy sigh as he pushed off the stone walls and walked inside the classroom. Remus followed as everybody took their seats; James partnered with Sirius, while Lily took the empty spot beside Remus.

It wasn't long before they had to start their potion making, and Remus was completely lost on how to cut up the Lacewing Fly. He began stabbing the wing, but the webbed item wouldn't cut.

Lily looked over at him painfully, "Stop, stop. Here." She placed a hand over his on the knife, guiding the blade down the spine of the wing of which cut perfectly in to two pieces.

"Ah, Thanks Lily. I suppose it's no secret I'm not the best at this stuff." Remus said, laughing as he dropped the wing inside the cauldron.

"It's alright Remus, I could say the same to you about D.A.D.A"

"I bet you're still passing though."

"True. Or I wouldn't keep my Prefect duties." Lily said grinning up at him.

Remus bit his lip, "Yea well… I'm afraid of losing mine. Potions is killing me this year." He said as he began to stab his knife into the Sopophorous bean. The bean wiggled underneath his knife.

"You're cutting it wrong, Remus." Lily said, watching him amusingly.

"I've got it." Remus lifted his knife and swung it down on the bean that flung off the table onto the floor.

Lily laughed as Remus looked defeated. The two leaned down to pick up the bean and bonked their heads together.

"Ah, sorry!" Remus said, holding the top of his dirty blonde head.

"No, I'm sorry." Lily laughed, placing a hand on her dark red hair.

The two smiled up at each-other, to where Remus didn't realize he was gazing into her emerald green eyes for so long. Lily looked away awkwardly, grinning, as she grabbed the Sopophorous bean and crushed it with the side of the blade. "Erm… like this."

Remus watched her, as she smashed the bean and sprinkled the jam-like substance inside the cauldron.

"Are you watching Remus?" She said, looking at him from the corner of her eyes as she squeezed the jam inside the cauldron.

"Huh? Oh… yes… sorry." Remus cleared the lump in his throat as Lily's cheeks grew a light rosy colour.

"How are you friend's with James?" Lily asked, wiping her hands off of jam onto her Gryffindor robes.

Remus shrugged, "He's been my best mate since first year."

"You're nothing like him." Lily said, casting a view at James and Sirius flirting with a few Hufflepuff girls at the table beside them. "Nor Sirius for that matter."

"They have their moments, but they're good friends."

"I suppose. You just find the good in everybody don't you?" Lily grinned up at him, receiving a coy smile from Remus. "Look, I can uhm… I can help you. With Potions. Like tutor you…"

"You would do that? With your schedule?"

Lily shrugged a shoulder as if it wasn't a big deal, "Yea well, it would have to be after dinner of course. But I wouldn't want to lose my favourite prefect buddy." Lily leaned in for a whisper, "Otherwise I'd be stuck with Severus."

"Thank Lily, I really appreciate this." Remus smiled as he watched her shyly spin the ingredients in the cauldron and began to pour it into a vile.

/

"Professor? Professor?" Harry said, waving his hand in front of Remus till his teacher noticed, clearing his throat.

"Sorry, Harry. I guess I uhm… got lost in thought." Remus said, rubbing the side of his neck.

"It's alright, sir, you just stopped talking. Another time I suppose…" Harry straightened the stack of papers and handed it to Remus. "I've finished. Now I've got to meet Hermione, we're discussing on a place to have the students meet at for tutoring."

"Alright, Harry. I'll see you next class." Remus said smiling up at him.

-oOoOo-

Harry walked into Gryffindor common room, holding the Marauders' Map. He wasn't looking where he was going and bumped right into someone. Harry dropped his satchel and the map. The other person dropped the book they were carrying a few letters. "I'm so sorry, that was my fault. I wasn't looking where I was going." Harry bent down to pick up the other student's things.

"It's alright, I wasn't either." Harry recognized the voice, it belonged to one bushy-haired Hermione. He looked up at her before she did. Once she did, spoke. "Oh, hello Harry!"

"Howdy." Harry smiled at Hermione. "Just the person I was looking for." Harry winked at Hermione.

Hermione became flustered, "Wha-what do you mean? Why are-were you looking for me? Did something happen?" She started to pick her letters back up.

"Yeah. Something did." Harry decided to toy with her.

"Oh no. What was it? A death eater attack? Did something happen to Sirius?" Hermione began to panic and started to hyperventilate.

"No no no. Oh I'm sorry Hermione, I didn't mean it like that." Harry saw that she was on the verge of breaking down. He forgot they she had received a letter that made her distraught. Harry pulled her into hug. She began to sob lightly into Harry's robes.

"I'm- I'm so-s-sorry."

"It's okay Hermione, it's my fault. I shouldn't have joked about those things." Harry said, rubbing her back. "Are you good?" Harry pulled back and held his hands on her arms.

"Yeah. I think so." Hermione sniffed, then looked at Harry. She smirked. "Thank you Harry."

"Ah, it's nothing. So, I've thought of some places to use for the DADA training, but I'm not sure of their availability." Harry said, picking up the map from the floor.

"Wait Harry, I heard one of the Twin's talking about a secret room on the seventh floor earlier today." Hermione cut him off.

Harry looked on the seventh floor section of the map. "Uh, Hermione? There aren't any secret rooms. See? I think they were pulling your leg." Harry showed Hermione the map.

"No, I refuse to believe it. We should go check it out!" Hermione started for the portrait hole. Harry grabbed her by the arm.

"Tomorrow. We have some time tomorrow and all weekend to look for places. We should sleep." Harry said releasing her arm. Hermione dropped her arms in defeat.

"Fine." Hermione stood there, not moving, trying to look innocent.

"Well, aren't you going to bed 'Mione?" Harry asked, noticing that she wasn't moving.

"I will be... yes." Hermione wasn't looking at Harry and became very interested in her feet.

She noticed Harry's feet step closer to her. Harry placed a finger on her chin and lifted it up so she was forced to look at him. Time seemed to stand still at this moment, her breath hitched and her lips parted slightly as she was looking at the most handsome set of eyes she had ever seen. Where's this coming 'Mione? When did you start thinking about how Harry' looked. A voice spoke in her head. How can I not think about it. She noticed the way his unkempt hair fell in front of his face, barely reaching the brim of his glasses, the black contrasting with his bright emerald eyes. She could see each individual freckle on his nose from this distance. She noticed that when he was smirking he had a dimple on the right side of his face, just below his eyes, off towards the side of his face. She reckoned he had another on his left side too. Harry raised an eyebrow, breaking the silence. "Well?"

"Yea. Bed. Tomorrow. Sure." Hermione said, not sure exactly what she was replying to. Harry smirked some more.

"Great." To Hermione's surprise, Harry gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, far enough to not mean anything romantically. "Night 'Mione."

Hermione stood there, blushing, she placed a hand to where he had kiss her. She hadn't noticed that he had already left. She walked up to the girl's dorms, changed out of her robes into a silk nightgown. She wasn't sure what Harry had meant by the kiss on the cheek, but she had started to question how she felt about Harry.

-oOoOo-

Sometime around midnight

In Knockturn Alley, a cloaked figure appeared with an almost silent crack from their apparition. The figure looked around the Alley, the hood covering over their face. The figure was tall, had light white skin tone and had a fit build. The black cloak was draped over their body, only revealing their feet. The lower portion of the cloak was ripped and tattered. In the moonlight, at the right angle you could see the figure's mouth, as it turned to a smile. The figure began to wander around the Alley, looking at the shop signs, checking over their shoulder every once and awhile, as if they were being watched.

The figure finally stopped walking, looked up at the sign hanging over head. The sign read: Pranduil's Wand Shop. A wand slid into the figure's hand from their sleeve. The wand was black, and sleek, the handle looked to be made of obsidian, and the rest of the wand was made of Ebony. It had cracks in the obsidian section of wand that glowed vibrant blue. The figure cast Alohomora on the door and walked inside.

There was complete silence for a minute. Then a blue light came for the upstairs window, followed by a greenlight. The figure walked back outside, turned around and cast a spell that shot a silver bolt into the door. The shop and house above exploded, flames engulfing the street. The figure waved his wand at the ground leaving an insignia on the ground. The figure had apparated away and the alley was now silent aside from the crackling of the flames.

A/N: Ooo... Mysterious... Please review! Again huge thanks to Siriusly Serious for helping with this chapter!