Okay so I actually wanted this chapter to be twice as long but apparently my Microsoft word subscription ran out or something (plus I felt like I made you wait long enough) so here it is.

"Well I don't like her." Me and Ron were having an argument over breakfast.

"okay then, you don't have to like her because you aren't dating her." We were fighting again over the fact that he'd been dating Lavender Brown.

It started after Gryffindor won a quidditch match against Slytherin. Apparently Lavenders way of congratulating someone on a game well played is to stick her tongue down their throat.

"And I wouldn't want to, because she's an awful human being." I earned a few giggles from the table, from everyone but Hermione that is, who was truly cut up about the whole thing.

"Well that's your opinion, but please do me a favor and keep it to yourself when she's around. That goes for all of you." Ron gave a passing glance to Hermione bad idea dude.

"What's that supposed to mean?" oh shit.

"It means that I would appreciate it if you were just a bit nicer to my girlfriend." No stop really Ron.

"Here's an idea, have you ever thought that maybe she's the problem, that maybe she's the one who's rude to us in the first place." Her voice grew a bit louder in annoyance.

"That might be true but would it kill you to smile at her once in a while, make her feel welcome. I mean she won't even sit on our side of the table cause of you two."

"Me? What did I do?" I was offended at first then took a moment to think back on my past interactions with her "oh right, the slap."

"and maybe it's good she sits on the other side of the table, merlin knows you two don't need to be connected at the mouth all the time." Feisty Hermione is feisty. Ron seemed at a loss for words giving Hermione the perfect chance for a storm out "I'm going to the library, Harry." She stood up and began to walk out, a sorry looking Harry following her.

"Fine! Then I'm going to sit with my girlfriend!" Ron shot up from the table as well. Leaving me to sit by myself.

"No that's alright guys you go ahead, leave me here I like to be alone." I said sarcastically. After sitting alone for a while I could feel someone's eyes one me. I looked up to see Draco, and couldn't help the small smile the spread across my lips as I thought about the events that transpired just a few weeks ago.

"I love you." A high pitched squeaky voice sounded from below us, scaring the shit out me and causing him to move in a bit closer.

"What the bloody hell."

"I love you."

"Draco you're stepping on a baby." I laughed while bending down to get the toy. I gave it a good squeeze.

"I love you."

"Ha, this place has everything doesn't it." I took a closer look at the junk the surrounded us.

"It really does." He sighed taking the toy from me.

"I love you." It sounded again.

"I think I could…" he spoke without looking up from the toy.

"You could what?" he didn't say anything, just squeezed the doll once more.

"I love you."

"You love me?" I asked internally freaking out, I mean like me? yes, find me attractive? Who doesn't, but love me? Nope, no way, too soon.

"No you moron. I don't love you but…" He got really quiet and just smiled down at the doll before looking back at me "Anything could happen right?"

The memory made my smile grow even wider. I think I even saw Draco smiling for a spit second as we played eye tag across the hall.

"Good morning Olivia, I see you're in a good mood." Seamus sat down next to me. It was the first time he'd spoken to me since the Hogsmeade 'GOTTA PEE' incident.

"I actually am, but that'll probably change once I get to class." I giggled, trying to act normal.

"Same here." And here comes the awkward silence. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve-

"So what are your plans for Christmas?" oh thank goodness.

"I'm actually going to Ron's house. He's going to introduce me to his parents and all that jazz."

"Oh, but I thought Ron was with Lavender Brown." Seamus say what?

"He is."

"But you're going to his house for Christmas, to meet his parents?" he looked as confused as ever.

"Yes, because I can't go home for Christmas. Ron is being a nice friend and letting me stay with him."

"So what you're saying is, you're defiantly single." The look I was getting from him gave me the distinct urge to run away… again.

"Yep, just the way I like it." I dropped a not so subtle hint "Look buddy we better get to class before we're late friend. Wouldn't want to be late right pal." I patted him on the back in the most platonic way ever and headed to class.

Turns out I wasn't running late at all. I went out into the empty hallway and thought about going to the library to meet up with Harry and Hermione but someone had other plans.

"Yikes!" a few pushed, shoves, and slaps later I was stuffed inside a broom closet. "Dammit Draco what have I told you about this?" I was going to chastise him some more but his close proximity and silence told me that he meant business.

"I saw you and Seamus talking at breakfast." He finished his sentence by planting light kisses on my neck. "I really hate that guy." He kissed his way up to my lips.

"Who don't you hate" I giggled while he continued his assault on my mouth " If I didn't know any better I'd say you were jealous." I flirted before returning to our kissing.

So maybe in the past couple of weeks things have heated up between me and Draco. Maybe broom closet encounters happen often. Maybe they've happen roughly 11 times, but who's counting.

"Come one we have to get to class." I pulled away, wishing I didn't have too.

"But we've got 15 minutes before classes start." He whined buttoning his shirt back up.

"I know but in five minutes the halls are going to be super busy and I will not be seen coming out of a closet with swollen lips and make out hair." I handed him his sweater. "Now quick help me find my sweater, and next time stick to the rules. You know you're not supposed to remove clothing when we're not in the room of requirement."

"Says the girl who had my sweater and dress shirt off." He joked.

"You're dress shirt was not off… it was just unbuttoned." I searched the small space for my sweater. "There it is." I picked it up only to have it taken from me. "Hey I need that" I whined but he only lifted it over my head, using his height to his advantage.

"You'll be fine in what you've got on." He was right. I could have just gone out in my dress shirt and tie.

"No way it's cold out there." I hopped up to grab it but he only moved it up higher.

"Don't be such a baby. Fine, here." He dropped it right on my face, causing the already dark closet to go pitch black.

"Jerk." I mumbled before pulling the jumper over my head.

"Will I see you tonight?" he asked, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

"I've got a thing with Hermione, but maybe after." I gave him a quick kiss before exiting the closet.

So maybe I wasn't telling the whole truth. I did have a thing that night only it wasn't just with Hermione. It was with Hermione and Harry. See they'd been tutoring me in magic, since I was so far behind the rest of the students I needed more than a little extra help (and that's putting it lightly).

"Come on Olivia I know you can do it, just stay focused." Hermione spoke calmly.

"It's no use, we've been at this for hours. Face it I just can do it." I was exhausted, having practiced the same painstaking spell over and over to no avail.

"It's exactly that kind of thinking that's keeping you from it. Stay positive, and focus. That's the only way to do it. Now, watch me." With a flick of his wand Harry's patronus once again flew from his wand and began prancing around him.

This was the third day in a row that we'd practiced this spell and I was at my wits end.

"Harry there's no point, I suck at this. Can't we just move onto some other spell." I whined once more.

"This spell has saved my life many times, it is imperative that you learn it, now go on." I huffed for a bit before readying myself.

I thought of my father. Of him smiling down at me, it was my 6th birthday and he was wearing this ridiculous multi colored tie that I had gotten him for father's day. He was so happy, all because I was happy. It was a memory that until a few days ago way almost forgotten. I let the happy memory fill me as I spoke the incantation.

"Expecto patronum." A faint while stream of light began to pour from my wand, it wasn't a stag like Harry's, or an otter like Hermiones, it wasn't anything. Just a blob of what looked like smoke.

"That's it, you're doing great. Just a bit more, you're almost there." His complements went by unnoticed as it took everything I had to focus on the task at hand. My forehead began to sweat and my wand hand was cramping.

"Expecto Patronum!" I said once more, this time much louder. The stream of bright smoke grew thicker and from the shining stream emerged a small bird.

"You did it! Now stay focused. It can only protect you for as long as you stay focused." I could hear the smile in his voice.

"What is it?" I asked as the little bird flew circles around me. Smiling at it the whole time, proud of what I had just accomplished.

"I think it's a sparrow, they pair off in the summer and spring, but during autumn and winter they form mixed flocks of dozens of varying species of sparrows. It suits you." Hermione smile while reciting the facts.

"Since when did you become an expert on birds?" I asked, tired I began to slump, losing my concentration my patronus vanished.

"It's Hermione, what isn't she an expert on." Harry's comment had the three of us busting up laughing in seconds.

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