Without You

If there was one thing Ginny Weasley hated it was a desperate girl. Those girls who trailed after guys; practically licking their boots, sliding on behind them like puppies in hopes they would toss them a treat. Girls like Pravati Patil!

It was indecent how she clung to Harry as if, if her lips weren't fused onto his every second she would wither away into nothingness. It had been a week since discovering that Harry had brought her to Gillian's' tower. Now Ginny wasn't stupid, she had allot more brains then most girls she liked to think.

The thought of Harry and Pravati up here alone for hours by themselves did odd things to her stomach. She tried her best not to think about it else she'd probably loose the breakfast she'd just eaten. This was her only free period after lunch, she should be studying she knew as much. So why she was tiptoeing up to the Tower hand in hand with Dean Thomas was beyond her.

Ok maybe it wasn't beyond, after all the only way to get into the lady's tower was to have lovers’ thoughts on your mind thus her invitation to Dean. The fact that this was also one of Harry's free periods and he was no where to be found suggested he'd found better things then study to do with his time. Tricking a good friend into thinking you where interested in him so you could interrupt another good friend with his girlfriend because just the thought of them alone together made you ill, was the sigh of a desperate girl. Ginny hated desperate girls.

"So I was thinking Ginny our next trip to Hogsmeade is Saturday right, There’s a neat shop I could show you. Or we could just get a bottle of fire whisky at the Hogshead head, now that I'm of age..."

Ginny tossed dean a smile ignoring his chatter; they were approaching the tower door at last, after what had seemed like miles of stair case. The door was unremarkable just a simple heavy oak door. No sounds permitted from the room, neither a good sigh nor a bad one as the door was pretty thick and Harry was no stranger to silencing charms. The only good sigh to be seen really was the fact that Lady Gillian had not come swooping down on them screaming in a fit of rage, at Ginny's false reasons for being here.

"Shall I open it or can I kiss you out here"

She nearly jumped a foot at the sound of Deans voice so close to her ear. He was a handsome boy, no doubt about it. All tall and with ebony skin that really looked quite soft and touchable. She was tied of being single, and he was a nice gent. Her mum liked him, true she liked Harry better but that was hardly the point as Ginny wasn't too sure her mother didn't like Harry better over her own sons. The fact was Dean was a friend, a really good friend who had always been there for her and had never treated her like she was just a tag along. Why not date Dean, why not go into that room and kiss to her hearts content. Who knew maybe she would actually fall in love, maybe the real thing was standing right next to her.

With that comforting thought in mind, she grabbed the doors handle and pulled.
It remained shut.

"What's wrong? Here let me do it" Dean said pushing her aside. She felt herself bristling in annoyance; Dean had a habit of treating her like a little kid. As if she couldn't open a door properly. When it remained shut she didn't feel at all guilty at snapping,
"Guess your He-man like strength couldn't open it either." Dean had the grace to blush slightly, only notable by the darkening of his cheeks.

"Its probably being used," He shrugged then grinned, "Hope it’s someone we know." That was exactly what Ginny didn't hope.

Just as they both turned to leave a sing song voice from inside the room quipped, "Who's there?" Ginny started, that had sounded like Luna. Luna of all people was the last person she expected to find up here.

"Luna it’s us, Ginny and Dean." She whispered into the door. There was a giggle and it swung open. Ginny blinked, the light from the corridor was dim at best but the light in the tower room was like stepping into the afternoon sun. Ginny had been in here before, just last week actually before she and Luke had broken up. It had always been the same, a few pillows scattered bottles of wine or whisky, a comfortable rug and some candles. Not the most romantic but it served the purpose.

The place was ablaze with candles, soft rich tapestry hung from the walls most depicting young couples frolicking through fields or holding each other against the elements. In the air above them circling overhead were lights tiny lights as if the fairy folk had decided to grace them with a dance.

There were cushions spread out all over the room. Plush cushions of all sorts and textures, there was a tray set on a table filled with delicacies of the like Ginny had ever seen! Creams and cakes and strawberries and two glasses of the purest and brightest wine she had ever laid her eyes on.

The most interesting piece of furniture however was a large couch, it was vast, could easily fit two people lying down together side by side. Its cushions were a deep red, not garish or overly bright almost the color of passion. Which Ginny thought, feeling a blush come to her cheeks was probably the point?

It was covered in satin cushions and looked extremely cozy and inviting as if you could just sink into it and dream of lovely things. Luna was perched on this couch, her feet tucked in under her school robes her wand tucked behind he ear for safe keeping. Her ash blonde hair fell around her in waves; it seemed to move like hair does in water, fanning around her face. Her gray eyes seemed to glint almost silver, the light played off her skin making it look soft and inviting, here in this room she looked like a young bride waiting for her groom. She looked enchanting.

"So are you and Dean going together then?" Luna asked her head tilting slightly as if in confusion.
"Well..." Her protest weak as it was was drowned out by Dean’s enthusiastic nod.

Followed closely by an exclamation of "Yeah you bet we are." He leaned over to place a kiss on her cheek. It was a nice kiss. Nice.

Luna appeared slightly confused her usually round eyes almost soft and dewy with the air of the room. "That's funny" She said simply blinking almost owlishly.

Dean tossed her a puzzled look, and decided to ignore her usual oddness. "What are you doing up here Luna, alone?" He asked, searching around with his eyes as if he expected someone to crawl up from beneath a cushion and shout surprise.

Luna's eyes took on an even more dreamy quality then usual, as she sank further down into the cushion. "This is a nice place; it was built for love you know. Lady Gillian and I talk about that sometimes. Kids have made it into a Make out spot and that's ok I guess but sometimes it makes her sad. The magic is at its best when its true love. Are you and Dean truly in love, I'd like to see the magic." Luna sighed wistfully fingering a red velvet pillows fringe. The air was perfumed with something sweet and rich like the smell of roses in spring she sighed softly and eyed them for an answer.

Dean shook his head stupefied, "Lady Gillian never talks to any one Lu, and she either leaves you alone to do your thing or screams at you to leave the lovers alone. Your saying you've actually spoken with her?"

Luna nodded, that dreamy look never leaving her eyes. "Yes, every time I come up here, she's sitting here right on this couch. She's beautiful you know, really sad she misses Arthur of course he did die rather tragically. This place is magic, for true lovers. I want to see the magic, that's why when I heard you Ginny I thought it would surely do the magic for you! You've always been in love with..." Luna's voice faded into dreamy silence her eyes blinking again as if she had faded into a place filled with flowers and a young night on horseback reaching down to catch her hand. Ginny felt her cheeks flame and cast Dean a nervous glance. He looked about as uncomfortable as she did.
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Ginny didn't manage to tell Hermione about the odd conversation with Luna until after her last class on their way to dinner. Hermione listened a thoughtful frown on her face.

"So if she really does talk to Lady Gillian and the room only creates beautiful magic for people truly in love does that mean I'm in love with Dean! I mean its Dean! He's nice and he's handsome of course but...Dean!" Ginny looked positively scandalized at the very thought. Hermione smothered a grin; sometimes her friends could be so clueless.

"Ginny calm down, if this is your reaction to the thought, I think its safe to say you aren't in love with Dean. And being as Luna may be a little batty but not crazy I think we can trust when she says she sees Lady Gillian."

"Mind you I love the dear girl, but Hermione! Luna says she see's disappearing SnuggenBuggets!" Ginny persisted as they turned a corner. The passed a batch of third year boys who blinked owlishly as the two girls passed them. Hermione sped up her pace to avoid crushing the hopes of moony eyed thirteen year olds.

Hermione tossed Ginny a glance, having noticed the group of boys. The redhead rolled her eyes and sighed as if she suffered continually. Hermione giggled then pointed out, "yes but those are things only she sees. We've all seen lady Gillian at one point whether she's in a rage or simply just floating by. And being as she once screamed vile curses, admittedly medieval ones at my last boyfriend for his behavior while we were up there, we know she can speak. So why wouldn't she speak to Luna, if she was up there by herself."

Ginny thought this over and had to concede the point to Hermione, she cringed and groaned softly. "But...Dean, Hermione. DEAN!"

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Oh honestly Ginny why did you ask him out, if you didn't like him!" Ginny went red and looked as if she was about ready to stomp her foot.

"I DO! Like him that is, I just don't love him! But not according to some love sick ghost and Luna Lovegood! You should have seen the place; it was like something out of a fairy tale! Its never done that for me when I've gone up there before. Only with Dean." Ginny sounded positively Ill at the very thought, and it served her right Hermione thought using Dean as she had. Still Ginny looked as if any moment now she would throw herself into the lake and end it all. She took pity on her.

"Ginny has it crossed your mind that Luna said, she wanted to see the magic! As if she where convinced she still wasn't seeing it! And if you stepped back and actually listened to yourself it would be obvious to you that you aren't in love with Dean. So therefore that magic wasn't meant for you at all!” Hermione insisted.

“Now you were shocked at the change in the room because, you like me have always seen it when you were with well, a boyfriend but not someone you were truly in love with. Luna appeared to be used to the room that way remember she was disappointed that it didn't do the magic for you when she let you in; which leads me to believe that to her this was the way it always looked"

Hermione waited for this to sink in, Ginny's eyes brightened. "So you’re saying the room was doing lovers magic but not for me and Dean but for Luna!"

Hermione nodded, "Right, but Luna's always seen it that way so she thinks she's seeing the room as it normally is. She probably isn't even aware that she is seeing the magic." Ginny let out a massive sigh of Relief color returned to her face, and she brightened as if the sun had come out.

They had finally reached the great hall, and Hermione was searching around the mass of students to find their usual table of Gryffindors when Ginny spoke again. "I wonder who Luna's in love with, and is the room always right. Cause if it is, Lu spends allot of time up there mooning over some bloke."

Hermione frowned and was about to reply to this when a sudden commotion in the far corner of the hall caught her eye. She pushed her way over to where a mass of students was gathering around the message board, where students had posted reminders pictures and flyers of all sorts. Luna had been known in the past at the end of the year to post pleading notes there, asking for all her things that had been nicked earlier in the year. Now all of that had been pushed aside a long roll of parchment was stuck to the board and written on it in bold script was:

Attention seventh years

All seventh year students who have passed mid session exams
may have the opportunity to explore fields of career choice for a two week period.

This will include sleeping arrangements field work and meals. Special permission is required for all students who received lower then Acceptable on their exams.

All students who choose to take this opportunity shall not have to attend classes during this time but are not exempt from Make up sessions afterward if said professor requires. See your Head of House to sign up.

Hermione felt a sizzle of excitement go down her spine, this was exciting. Probably the most exciting thing to happen to her in ages. She felt a bolt of nerves hit her stomach. What if she got there and made a complete flub of her "internship". Then she'd have ruined that field as a choice of employment. She thought about this as Ginny herded her to their usual table. She plopped her books down, and took a seat next to Ron. "Did you hear, Harry isn't it positively exciting?" Harry looked up from a plate of steaming potatoes and nodded a bit distractedly.

"Sure Hermione, two weeks away from school is a god send any day" Harry replied, he took a hefty bite of potatoes.

Hermione bristled, once again her friends failed to see the importance of an event. "Harry, this internship could be the deciding factor as to whether you become an Auror! Everyday you know who gets stronger, you heard the Prophecy! Only you can defeat Voldemort! Its going to take hard work and effort and skill! Skills that only being an Auror could teach you. You can’t just float by on luck like you usually do!" Hermione cried with a beseeching glance.

"Look I get it, Voldemort has always been a threat to my life, He nearly caught me in my fourth year sending Barty Jr... to kidnap me. I'll admit being in that grave yard I was scared senseless. But the plan didn't work the spell backfired, Then he sent all those death eaters to the ministry and he failed there too. And then need I remind you he used Malfoy to try and storm the castle while Dumbledore and I searched for one of the Horcruxes. Needless to say as were still in school and Dumbledore is still headmaster that failed too." Harry scoffed, setting his fork down with a clatter. Ron nodded in agreement, a spoonful of pudding in his mouth.

"E's' right Hermione, Voldemort may be powerful but his plans don't seem to be working. I think fate favors Harry.” Ron put in eyeing her with a superior look.

"Just because his plans have never worked before doesn't mean they won’t work the next." Hermione insisted. Harry gave her a positively bored look and resumed eating. She could smack him she really could, this was his life and he treated it as if the outcome was set in stone!

Beside Ron on his other side Ginny tossed her own fork down in anger the clatter ringing throughout the hall. “You are both so thick sometimes I could hit you! Only whatever I hit you with would probably dent on your thick skulls!"

Harry gapped at her as she gathered her books and stomped off. He glanced at Hermione as if fearing that she too would go into unexplained feminine rage. She was glad to oblige him. "I'd hit you too only I like all my possessions and wouldn't wish to break them on you hard heads!" With that parting line she made her exit.

Harry was staring after her in mute shock when a sneering voice from behind him he would recognize anywhere asked, “Do you really think you’re that good Potter? Do you honestly think you have a chance against the Dark Lord?”

(Harry’s view)
Harry instantly felt himself tense, Malfoy always put him on edge. He turned to glare at the blonde sitting at a Slytherin table a few paces behind him. Draco was the most insufferable arrogant jackass Harry had ever been so unfortunate to meet. He couldn’t prove it other then his word alone but he knew Draco had helped lead the Death Eaters into the school last year. He was a Death Eater in the making and Harry treated him with all the respect that deserved. None.

It was almost routine now, he thought to himself. Get up eat breakfast, fight with Draco, go to class, study, walk to class, get into a fight with Draco, eat dinner, physically fight with Draco and if caught receive detention. It was oddly comforting Harry discovered when he thought on the fact that in a few months that wouldn’t be so. He would never feel like this again, you would think he wouldn’t be so happy to feel rage. Maybe he was becoming an addict to being angry.

Cause Draco made him furious enough to come to blows, Draco sent flashes of intense burning heat spiraling through his blood till he was out of control. Draco was a match to the wood of his foundation. He utter loathed the sight of him, the git had turned out to be very good looking and he lorded over everyone. Harry couldn’t stand that flaxen hair and how soft it looked, the prig had stopped killing it with gell thank god.

why are you prattling on about his hair? Harry shook himself and glared at Draco, body brimming for…a fight. As always.

“I don’t know how good I am, but your Master has certainly shown himself to be inept at beating me hasn’t he. Might want to rethink who’s arse your licking.” Harry sneered at him. Ron burst into laughter. Harry had to force back a grin.

Score one for him, and the way Draco’s eyes lit with fury was positively wonderful. Simply because he hated him Harry assured himself. He was waiting and he knew it, he was waiting for Malfoy to strike back…he frowned a little. When had their fights moved from something that actually got him mad to bordering on fun…something he looked forward too?
He shook it off, anyone would enjoy besting that slimy piece of work that was all there was too it. The air around them was fair crackling with suppressed tension.

“I would except the only other option is Dumbledore’s and seeing as you pretty much have that covered I’ll leave it to you.” Malfoy sneered in return. The other slytherins laughed jeering over at their table. Ron and Dean winced, Seamus was glancing back and forth between the two of them with a wondering glance.

That image was enough to make him puke, it also sent the rage in his blood spiking to new levels. “Are you under the delusion that I like men Malfoy, you really must paint others with your brush? I’m surprised you can sit anymore without a cushion to shield your poor tender arse from so much handling. How is Voldemort these days?” Harry shot back. A hush fell over the crowd.

Draco was extremely angry Harry could see that and he was just as angry. His blood was running so hot he was near to screaming with frustration. It looked as if their evening physical fight was going to come early, because at that moment Harry could only think of touching Draco. He just had too, and the only expectable way he knew how was to hit him. He practically quivered with Tension as Draco approached him and he stood to meet him.

“You sure know a lot about being gay don’t you Harry? Did your godfather teach you that, his years In Azkaban must have taught him a lot about bending over for somebody… arrg”
Harry slammed into him, he was going to tear him apart if it was the last thing he did. For daring to insult Sirius for instigating that he was less then strait, and because that roaring spiking heat in his blood demanded he pound into the blonde as hard as he could. Draco as always seemed just as angry as he was. But as Harry socked him in the stomach he did something completely unexpected.

He grabbed Harry by the shoulders and pulled him down on top of him. Harry yelped in shock as he lay sprawled on top of him. His first thought was to wonder what exactly Draco was doing, he was moving back and forth as if trying to worm his way out from underneath Harry without actually getting anywhere. His second was that he had never been so angry before, judging by the heat that friction between their bodies created he was in danger of going on a mad killing spree.

The frustration was unbearable, he felt like biting him. It was an animalistic urge that was foreign to him but he felt like doing it just the same. And then he noticed just what exactly he was feeling as they lay so tangled in each other. His eyes widened in shock and he flew off of Malfoy like he’d been cursed. He backed away like he’d seen a ghost tempted to flee the room.

Malfoy had actually been aroused. He’d felt it and judging by the way he was glaring at Harry he knew if he said anything he might wake up with a noose around his neck. Harry turned and strode as fast as he could from the hall without actually running.

(Draco’s view)

Everyone was staring at him rather oddly wondering at the odd outcome. One minute they had been fighting the next they appeared to have fallen. Harry had landed on top of him apparently winded then he’d seemed to turn chicken and bolt. Harry was anything but a coward he’d already proven that many times.

Draco shot them all glares; Finnigan oddly enough didn’t look away. He was eyeing him rather knowingly. Draco could have moaned in despair. This couldn’t be happening, he and Harry always fought. They were driven to it almost like a moth to the flame. This time when Harry had landed on him the heat between them had escalated, for him at least, out of control. His body had reacted accordingly. He was in a deep mess, and Potter was at the center of it.

Like always.

~~~~~** Next evening**~~~~~***~~

“I Just don't bloody well understand the female mind!" Ron sighed flopping onto his bed. His body was slightly sore from quiditch practice and the soft bed felt so heavenly he could sink into and just stay there for an age. Harry was rummaging in his trunks for a change of cloths, Dean lay sprawled on his own bed much like Ron himself. Seamus was sitting upright on his nose buried in a book. This sight sent a minor shock through Ron’s body giving him enough energy, his confusion over women momentarily forgotten, to demand. "What are you reading, you look like Hermione!"

Seamus glanced up and flashed the cover, it read Alfred Hanslys guide to Magical brooms. He grinned over at Ron, who noticed that there were a pile of books on his bed behind him and on the floor around him. "Any reason you need to become an encyclopedia on brooms there Seamus." Ron knew that Seamus had always liked brooms. He was the first to know when a new model was coming to market, how fast each make was and what company had made it. However he'd never been seen reading about them, this reeked of studying and Seamus wasn't one known to do studying when he didn't have too. "Dean check his forehead he may have a fever!"

Seamus rolled his eyes, and put the book down. "Come off it, I'm studying up on Brooms as much as I can. Didn't I tell you I signed up to intern at a broom shop." Seamus seemed positively thrilled by this so Ron dredged up an answering smile. He couldn't really see why you would choose to make brooms the rest of your life but too each his own. "It’s really Brill you know cause, the bloke who owns it wrote this book. He's a genius he doesn't just make a broom and spell it you have too..."

Ron tuned out then the energy he had newly found spent. As Seamus chattered on about broom making and how wonderful that was Ron contemplated his own problems. One being he hadn't a clue as to what he wanted to do with the rest of his life. Two being he had no idea who he wanted to share it with. Two should probably be the least of his worries, but for one reason or another it was at the top of his list. Sometimes he was envious of Harry; Harry knew exactly what he was doing with his life.

Maybe not by choice, he had to defeat the dark Lord so the best rout for him was to become an Auror. He had a steady girlfriend who adored him and he was well liked, at least by Griffendors. For Ron there were two choices. Following Harry was one, become an Auror fight side by side with his best friend and help destroy the dark lord and be best man at his wedding.

Not such a bad choice really, he could be content with that choice. Except he didn't want to be just content, he wanted to be happy. He wanted to wake up each morning in his own house living his own life, not just fallowing Harry. He could fight by Harry and stand by him without simply just fallowing meekly, if that made any sense. Sometimes he wondered which led him to his second choice.

Find a career he enjoyed that he liked do it and do it well. Find a girl he loved marry her, and live happily ever after. It wasn't deserting Harry, it was living for himself. Wasn't it? The problem with that choice was he had no clue as to a profession he enjoyed and hadn't had a steady girlfriend since he and Lavender had split the year before. He tried but each date was a flop. Dating had become tasteless and dry. Kissing had become distasteful and he had stopped doing it until finally he had stopped dating all together. He would almost question his sexuality except for the fact that he still found girls attractive and the thought of kissing a fellow man left him slightly ill.

"OI Ron! YOU AWAKE IN THERE!" The shout had just broken through the fog of his own contemplations when something soft whacked him in the face. He sputtered in indignation at Seamus who stood over him a pillow in hand and a large grin splitting his face.
"Bloody hell" Ron muttered clamoring to his feet and grasping for the pillow. Seamus danced aside, a treasure cat gleam dancing in his eyes.

"You were so far away there for a second, Ron just bringing you back to the land of the living."

And Seamus proceeded to make sure Ron was still amongst the living by whacking him again with the pillow. Ron made a dive for his own pillow thrusting it up to defend himself. When a stray whack that was aimed for Seamus hit Dean, He was forced to retaliate by hitting Ron from behind with his own pillow. Harry watched this with wry amusement, some things never changed no matter how old they got. Ron was out numbered, it would be positively cruel if he didn't jump in and help his best mate. What kind of friend would he be?

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Stay far away from him, he’s a sick bastard who’s depraved. No reason for you to get bent out of shape about it. Harry thought to himself as he lay in bed. The fight with Draco even a day later was still utmost in his mind.

"Harry"

The whisper was so quiet that Harry nearly missed it as he dosed off to sleep. He fought back a yawn and replied.

"What?"

Ron lay awake a bed away in the dark, his pillow had ripped in the mass Gryffindor pillow fight earlier that night, that had resulted in ten points from Gryffindor and a reprimand for Ron. Head boys did not engage in such behavior. Harry saw this as a bit unfair and a tad harsh, seeing as he had been the one attacked.

The whole thing had been funny really, as more boys came into the room, meaning Neville and a sixth year named Justin, more people had been drawn into the fight. It had been broken up by Filch who had in turn fetched their head of house, who had sternly reprimanded them. Though Harry had thought he saw her lips twitch when she eyed the six boys sprawled on the ground covered in feathers with sheepish grins on their faces. He might of been wrong, because not a minute later she had given them all detention for the fallowing night.

"Do you really want to become an Auror?" Ron asked.

Harry pondered this, he'd never really thought about it in detail. What had made him want to become an Auror? Was it because it was the best route to defeating Voldemort? Was he simply doing what was expected rather then what he as a person wanted? The answer was yes, even before he'd heard the prophecy Harry had admired the Aurors.

His parents had been Aurors, the first time he'd seen pictures of his father in uniform standingthere so proudly with his mother waving up at him he'd known. He remembered long conversations with Tonks, Remus, and the other members of the order always wishing he could be with him. That he could do more, that he was old enough to be one of them! Now he was, and there wasn't time for second guesses.

"Yeah Ron I do. Not just because it’s the obvious thing to do, but because it’s the one thing I've always wanted to do." Harry replied, and that was truth. He heard Ron sigh and turn over in his bed. It was so long before Ron spoke again that Harry thought he had fallen asleep. So that when he did speak Harry started awake again.

"I don't want to be an Auror Harry, sure it would be fun to go on secret missions and there’s a lot of adventure involved. I used to be upset when mum wouldn't include us in any of the orders business, we all used to get upset. But I don't want that life, I don't want to end up like Mad eye; half crazy and so cut up his own mum wouldn't recognizes him. I don't want to end up like Remus alone and afraid of loving. I don't want to end up like Sirius half of his life wasted living only for the next thrill and running from grief. I don't want to end up dead either."

Harry lay there, Ron’s words were sad and slightly fearful. As if he was guilty for thinking this way. Part of Harry was angry, did Ron think that he was a fool that he was destined to end up like Mad eye. And how dare he talk down about Remus and Sirius! Both of them where the best men Harry knew and both had given up everything to fight against Voldemort.

Ron was safe in his bed because of those two yet there path wasn't good enough for him! Past the anger however was understanding. It was a hard life, Harry knew that. Harry hurt every time he looked at Remus and Sirius these days. Sirius had been pardoned true, but that didn't stop the odd looks, the terrified whimpers the sneers and even worse the pity he saw in the passerby's eyes.

16 years of built up hate and malice towards a person doesn't go away, he'd been a Villain for 12 years, and the public’s opinion would not vanish over night. He wasn't used to the outside world and living in it was a struggle. Sirius often had nightmares about his time in Azkaban, and Ron was right Sirius' life had little meaning except for thrill seeking.

Battling death eaters was perhaps the greatest thrill and he threw himself whole heartedly almost dangerously into the task. To the point where Dumbledore had to order Sirius to stay at home; which left Sirius bitter and angry, and sullen for days.
Ron was right about Remus too, Remus was afraid to love even when Tonks had declared in front of everyone that she loved him and didn't care that he was a werewolf.

Remus rejected companionship. Deep down Harry feared that Remus was afraid of any more loss and that society's rejection of him based sorely on his misfortune as a child had scared him. Living amongst werewolf kind had left visible marks upon not only the outside but the inside. Harry understood, Ron had every right to fear becoming an Auror any sane person would. He shoved aside his anger and replied.

"That's ok, I guess whenever I pictured becoming an Auror you were just always there too. I never really thought about what you might want for yourself. What do you want Ron?" Harry waited in another long silence for Ron’s reply.

"I don't know, I've never been good at any particular subject. Not like you, you've been the best in our year for defense against the dark arts, and you've learned loads in potions because of the prince. Too bad he turned out to be Snape cause you could have learned loads more."

This was true, Harry had always had a talent for Defense, a lucky break for him being as he would need it if he was to defeat Voldemort. And last year he had been top of his class for potions, he had learned loads from the prince.

When he had discovered that The Prince was actually his most hated professor he had felt sullied, dirty almost. Harry had not opened the The Princes book since that night. To think he had admired and looked up to Snape! "I wouldn't pick up that book again if you paid me! Anyhow, Ron you may not be good at school work but you’re a right fair keeper! When you get over your nerves you’re better then Wood even." Harry didn't have to see to know that Ron had turned scarlet.

"You think so, I love quiditch. Always have really; just imagine Ron Weasley Keeper for Britain! We'd beat the Irish no problem then. Maybe even Krum and his team..."
"Potter Weasley! Stuff it! Some of us are trying to get some shut eye", Deans voice sounded muffled and tired.

Harry bit back a snort of laughter as a pillow hit his face, and debated if it was worth another detention. He decided it was.

"Have a go then Thomas." He laughed at Deans strangled sound of distress as Harry's pillow whopped his face.

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The sign up board for internship was fast becoming full, Ginny glanced at it with a sigh of dejection. She wished she was a year older, and then she would be going with most of her friends.

She spotted Harry’s name under Auror, no surprise there. She also spotted Hermione’s and Ron’s and sighed again. In a few days time most of the seventh years would leave school for an entire two weeks They are all moving on, your still just the youngest the tag along.

Just where and with whom did she belong?

A/N: Hoped you liked sorry about the formating my computer is being wierd I'll try and fix it, the story is going to continue after they graduate this last year at Hogwarts although it kicks off the plot is not its center. It does offer its moments for hilariousness though. Get ready for fireworks. (yeah fixed it)