Harry awoke, snuggled into Draco's chest, the blonde's arms were wrapped protectively around him. The trees hung low, forming a hidden spot for the two.

Harry looked into Draco's sleeping face and sighed. He didn't know how any of this had happened in a matter of months, so quick. But Harry realised how lucky he was to have someone who cared about him this much.

Harry knew he liked Draco. A lot. That was for definite. But he was confused. He liked girls too. So did this make him bisexual? He went with Parvati to the Yule Ball, and that was fun, but he didn't feel much of a spark. Maybe it was because Parvati was a friend, nothing more. Harry wasn't too sure where his sexuality lay, all he knew was that he really liked kissing blondes. Aka Draco Malfoy.

Harry snuggled deeper into Draco's shoulder, curling the boy's shirt in his fingers.

He lay on his chest, watching the rise and fall as Draco took in breaths.

He's really beautiful, Harry thought. The curve of his jawline, his pointy nose and long eyelashes.

Without warning, Draco cracked one eye open and looked down at Harry who blushed and sat up quickly.

The blonde smirked. "What were you doing, Potter? Having a nice look at my face, were you?"

Harry coughed and scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "No.."

Draco nodded his head, his smirk growing wider. "I know I'm gorgeous, but you don't need to stare."

Harry swallowed and the two looked at each other, remembering a time when those words came out of Draco's lips months previously.

Harry was still sitting up, but Draco was lying down and felt a needy urge to pull the boy back down with him.

So of course he did.

Draco grabbed Harry's wrist and before Harry could comprehend anything, he was being tightly pressed to Draco's chest once more.

"Ah- Draco!" The Gryffindor exclaimed, but his shouts came out muffled.

"You belong to me, Harry Potter, no one else, and if anyone so much as dares touch you, I will beat them personally, understand?" Draco said, sudden anger and possessiveness flowing through him.

Harry was startled. "Uh, Draco, where is this coming from?" he asked nervously.

"Do you understand me?" Draco asked, ignoring Harry's question and holding him tighter and possibly choking the poor boy.

"Yep," Harry said, as a blush crept on his cheeks. He was thankful he was turned away so Draco couldn't see.

"Good." Draco felt satisfied and pushed a small kiss onto Harry's head. The shorter boy bit his lip, trying to hide his grin.

"Listen," Draco said hesitantly. "I, um, I have something for you."

Harry looked up at him, confused. Draco's face seemed to have slipped a few shades down the red notch. Biting his lip, he stood up and ducked under the branches of the tree that were secluding them, and grabbed something from the ground.

Draco returned, looking down, and Harry sat up, confusion etched upon his face.

Gripping a package in his hands, he sat down beside Harry and took the boy's hands in his own.

"I- um- want you to have this, Harry. It's been passed down through generations in the Ver-Malfoy family, and, um, I want you to have it," Draco rambled.

He picked up the package and pressed it into Harry's palm. The Gryffindor took it, wide eyed, and gingerly took off the wrapping.

Inside was a small, black box, and Draco watched Harry intently for his reaction.

The raven-haired boy slipped off the lid and his mouth formed a small 'o'.

Inside, on a pile of tissue paper, lay a silver chain.

Harry picked it up and dangled it in front of him and Draco. A charm hung from the bottom of it, and Harry pulled it closer so he could see what it was.

It looked like some sort of angel; or a human with wings. It was a boy, curled up, however his wings were spread behind him. For some very strange reason, it reminded Harry very much of Draco.

"Draco..." Harry was speechless. "It's beautiful. But I can't—"

"Yes, Harry, you can. I want you to have it," Draco said. "I meant to give it to you yesterday, but you were too tired and fell asleep on me. Please, take it."

Harry opened his mouth to argue but felt a finger on his lips. He looked up into Draco's eyes, which had once again slid into its very own world of deep blue.

Draco very subtly shook his head and the two stopped in time, staring at each other.

Harry broke the moment and glanced down at the box. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion when he realised he'd missed something.

One long, slender black feather lay at the bottom of the box, the top tinged to a slight green.

Harry picked it up and stared at it in awe. It was beautiful, it was amazing. He ran his finger over it, feeling it, feeling the texture. It was silky; as soft as dust, if that were a possible thing.

"It's beautiful, Draco, but why—?" Harry was once again cut off.

"No questions. I just want you to have it. Just know that if anything should ever.. you know- happen.. I just want you to keep these two things for me. Please," Draco whispered.

"Of course," Harry replied, confused but touched. Draco had given him a gift. Two, in fact. And that made something inside Harry stir. An old feeling, reawakened. A strong sense of desire, compassion... love.

"But, Draco, I haven't got anything—" Harry sighed but smiled slightly as Draco started talking loudly, interrupting him.

"No, I don't want to hear it Harry. It doesn't matter, trust me, it's fine. I got this for you because it was important.. to me."

Harry nodded and bit his lip. Draco took the chain from Harry and twisted the boy round so his back was facing him.

Wrapping the chain around Harry's neck, he slowly did up the clasp. Without realising, Draco let his hands linger for a minute, his breath stalling across the back of Harry's shoulders.

Harry slowly turned around to face Draco. "Why an angel?" he breathed, staring deep into Draco's eyes. Damn, the boy was intoxiating. Harry just couldn't get enough.

"Reminds me of you," Draco said, just as lost in Harry as Harry was in him. Draco's eyes broke away from the shorter boy's and travelled down to his lips instead.

Harry leant in slowly, and pressed a small kiss to Draco's lips. The blonde kissed back slowly, falling into a blissful darkness.

But it fell away all too soon and he opened his eyes. Harry still had his closed, trying to keep the taste of Draco's lips on his.

They soon fluttered open and Harry smiled at Draco, dazed. "Thank you," he whispered. He couldn't be any happier.
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Harry was grinning madly when he entered the Gryffindor common room. Spotting Hermione and Ron, he made his way over to them, and plopped down on the sofa between the two. He pressed his lips together, trying to repress his smile, but all failed.

"Harry, where have you been? You weren't in your bed all night!" Ron said, eyebrows raised.

"Uh..um," Harry tried to speak but words were not in his system at the moment. "Went out. Fell asleep in the forest." It wasn't really a lie. He had fallen asleep in the forest. Kind of. With Draco. But Ron didn't need to know the details.

"And what are you so smiley about, Mr. Happy?" Ron said as he looked at his friend. Hermione glanced over and hid her knowing smile quickly.

"No, nothing Ron, I'm just in a really good mood," Harry said, trying to keep it casual.

"Mate, listen," Ron said, sitting up to face Harry. "You know you can talk to me about anything, right? Like, this girl that you're seeing-"

Harry shot a death glare at Hermione who just shrugged and giggled.

"-must really like you, and you her, so if you need any advice, Harry, come talk to me. I'm not going to ask who it is, but you know I'm waiting." Ron smiled at Hary and thumped him on the back. Harry was trying extremely hard not to laugh.

"Thanks, Ron, I will," Harry said, trying desperately to keep a straight face.

Hermione looked up from her book and smiled at Harry. The latter took a deep breath. "Hermione, I need to talk to you for a minute. Outside."

"Of course," Hermione replied, and marked the page in her book as she stood and followed Harry through the portrait.

"You told him about the date?!" Harry exclaimed, wide-eyed as he stared at Hermione in disbelief.

"No, of course not," Hermione defended. "But he just thinks there's a girl involved and wants to know. He is your best friend after all. Maybe you should tell him?" she suggested.

Harry spluttered. "There is no way in hell I'm telling Ron about Draco. He'd kill me. Hell, they'd kill each other. Ron would—"

Harry stared at Hermione who's eyes were wide and owl-like. Retracing the conversation, Harry put a hand to his mouth realising what he's said.

"Hermione, I can explain—" Harry started.

"No need," Hermione giggled. "I know."

Harry did a double take. "What?!"

"Harry, how dumb do you think I am?" Hermione said, sighing. "I see the way you two look at each other. It's obvious. Across the great hall at breakfast. The way you haven't been fighting. Don't think I haven't noticed. And that time in Hogsmeade, the date with Malfoy. That wasn't a joke, was it? You really did go on that date with him, didn't you?"

Hermione looked at Harry. The boy could tell she wasn't finding this funny; she was being sympathetic towards him.

"It must be hard for you. To hide it," she whispered.

Harry was speechless. Hermione had known the whole time? And she hadn't said anything...

"Did he give you that?" Hermione asked him, fingering the silver charm on the end of Harry's chain.

"Yeah.." Harry whispered, stuck for words. His mind was still spinning. She had really known this whole time? But then...

"What about Ron?" Harry asked, bewildered. "How come he hasn't noticed?"

"Oh, come off it, Harry," Hermione laughed. "You can't honestly believe Ron has noticed any of this. In the great hall all he's interested in is his food, so I can't imagine he notices the looks between you two. And the date, it was him who thought that it was a joke. And if anything, he wouldn't accept it anyway so he would do anything to convince himself otherwise."

Harry smiled grimly. "Merlin, Hermione, that makes me feel a whole lot better."

Hermione just smiled at him sympathetically as they walked back through to the common room.

But why an angel? Hermione thought as she opened her book once again.
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"Sooo..." Pansy giggled as she sat down on the other side of Draco. Blaise had taken the other space. "How was it?"

Draco bit his lip to keep himself from smiling. "It was wonderful."

"Is that it? Just wonderful?" Blaise asked.

Draco sighed wistfully. "Harry is amazing, I want to drown in his beautiful green eyes, his hair is so cute and messy and his lips are perfect and pink and delicious and he's so small and cute and adorable and I just want to keep him forever because he's just so cute and he's all mine."

Draco was panting by the time he finished, and his grin had spread second by second.

"Wow," Pansy said. "Who knew Draco Malfoy had feelings... for a person?" She faked shock, putting her hands to her mouth.

"But something's been bothering me since this morning," Draco said, confusion pulling in on his face. "My wings... They've been hurting more than usual, and usually they don't hurt at all."

"Did someone touch them?" Blaise asked.

"No, no I don't think..." But the blonde trailed off as he realised someone had. A certain someone. Harry had. Draco had been so caught up in being with Harry he hadn't noticed... Hadn't felt Harry touch them. By accident, of course, but all the same, did Harry know? Did Harry know what he was?

"Harry touched them," he whispered.
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The next day Draco was nervous to see Harry. What if he knew? How would Draco explain?

"Draco, stop worrying," Blaise said as he threw a shirt on Draco's head. The boy grabbed it and sent a death glare to him for messing up his hair.

"But what if he knows?" Draco said, exasperated as he re-gelled his white-blonde hair.

"Aren't you going to tell him anyway?" Blaise asked as he tugged on his shoes.

"Uh..." Draco looked away sheepishly. He didn't want to ruin what he had with Harry. It was special, he was his boyfriend for Merlin's sake. Then why didn't it feel like it?

"Draco, the longer you wait to tell him, the more it will hurt emotionally and physically if he—"

"Don't say it, Blaise. I don't want to think about that yet," Draco said dismissively. He really didn't want to think about what he would feel if Harry rejected him.

"But—"

"No. Let's go to breakfast, I'm hungry," Draco said. He could feel his eye colour shift slightly as he grabbed Blaise and tugged him out the room.
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Harry was on his way to Potions with Hermione and Ron when he felt a sharp tug on his arm and a hand over his mouth as he stumbled backwards into a broom cupboard.

He struggled, but stopped when his eyes met with Draco's pair of grey-turning-blue.

"Harry?" He heard Ron say to the empty corridor.

Harry stayed silent, hence the hand over his mouth, aborting his speech.

He looked up at Draco with an 'are-you-actually-serious' look. The Slytherin just smirked down at him, amused at the situation.

Harry heard Hermione's voice float down the corridor.

"Come on, Ronald, he's probably forgotten his quill again. Let's go, we don't want to be late for Snape."

Harry silently thanked Hermione as he heard Ron's grumbling as they turned the corridor. She obviously had worked out what had happened.

Harry lifted Draco's hand off of his face and said "What the hell was that? Was that really necessary?"

Draco didn't say anything but nodded, crossing his arms and smirking at Harry.

Huffing, Harry rolled his eyes, but without warning a soft pair of lips were being pressed to his, kissing him hard. Harry responded eagerly and cupped Draco's face in his hands, standing on his tiptoes.

Pulling away breathlessly, Harry smiled, blushing. "We have to go, we're late for Potions."

"Okay, fine," Draco said. "But we have to leave seperatley. Unless of course, you want people to see us holding hands down the corridor."

"Okay, I'll go first," Harry said and he turned to leave, but a hand flew out and pulled him back in for another kiss.

"Mine, remember," Draco said as he stroked Harry's cheek, looking into his eyes.

"Yes, dear, I'm all yours," Harry grinned. Before Draco could stop him, he was out the door and down the corridor.
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Draco walked into Potions ten minutes late.

"Ah, Mr. Malfoy, how kind of you to have joined us. Five points from Slytherin, sit down." Snape's greasy voice echoes off the walls as Draco mumbled a 'sorry' and headed to his seat.

He caught Harry's eye and the boy looked as if he was trying not to laugh.

Draco sent him a sarcastic smile which broke into a real smile and sat down.

Draco was cutting his ingredients and thinking about Harry, and thought about how the boy hadn't acted anything out of character. Draco was almost completely sure Harry didn't know about his wings, and this was a good thing. But when he was going to tell Harry about the whole mate situation, he had no idea.

Lost in thought, Draco hadn't realised a note had floated into his desk, folded up. He took it, and upon opening, grinned. Six words stood out on the page;

Meet me at midnight. Forest. H
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Hermione Granger was taking her usual evening stroll to the library, when a strange noise interrupted her thoughts on the Charms homework she had due in the next week.

Rounding a corner, she noticed that the library door had been seemingly left unlocked.

Curious, and prepared to tell off some first years for vandalising the library, Hermione entered and peered around the rows of bookshelves.

Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. Frowning, she walked silently down the last isle. She was about to leave when the light reflected something lying on the floor in the corner.

Confused, she turned and picked up a shiny, silky black feather. It was beautiful. The tip was tinged with a slight green hue, and it reflected the light perfectly.

Hermione was struck with awe. She had never seen anything so perfectly shaped. Reaching out, she delicately touched the edge , but let out a harsh cry where her finger had connected with the feather's hairs.

Dropping it onto the floor, Hermione lifted her hand and sucked the little red droplets of blood that were escaping her finger tip.

Staring in horror at the feather, she picked it up at the base again and scrutinised it. It looked completely soft and silky, just as a feather should be. But it had felt jagged, jarred and sharp. Trick of the light? She didn't think so. There was more to this feather than meets the eye.
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"Where are you going?" A voice sounded from behind Draco as he tried to quietly remove himself from the boys dormitory.

Freezing in his tracks, Draco stopped just in front of the door, his hand hovering over the door handle.

Slowly, the Slytherin turned to face the source of the voice.

Blaise Zabini. Who would have guessed?

"Out," Draco replied shortly. He really wasn't in the mood to talk to Blaise right now, or anyone for that matter. Especially after him and Pansy had been giggling non stop over him and Harry, which he still hadn't found out the reason why.

"Where?" Blaise demanded. Jeez, this boy wouldn't stop for toffee.

Draco really didn't want to get in a fight right now, it was the middle of the night and he couldn't be bothered to deal with this.

"None of your business, Blaise. Go back to sleep."

"No!" Blaise whisper-hissed. "Is it Potter?"

At the mention of Harry's name, Draco immediately turned defensive.

"So what if it is?" He asked, folding his arms and raising his eyebrows challengingly. "I thought you were okay with it."

"I am," Blaise replied, nodding, whilst raising his hands in a form of surrender.

"Then why-?"

"Draco," Blaise started, walking closer to the blond-haired boy. "I'm just thinking. What if someone finds out? What if your relationship gets discovered?"

Draco sucked in a breath. He'd been thinking the same. If him and Harry were found out, Harry would likely be tortured then killed. Same went for himself.

"It won't," Draco said firmly. "We won't be discovered. I'll protect Harry with my life. Nothing will change that. That's why I'm going to meet him now, when no one's around." He gave Blaise a pointed look. "And the more we stay here discussing it, the more likely we'll look suspicious and I will be found out."

Blaise hesitated before nodding, signalling that Draco could leave.

The latter didn't waste anymore time. Opening the door quietly, he rushed out, having only one goal in mind. Harry.
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Harry was waiting nervously in the Forbidden Forest, butterflies circling inside his stomach.

He loved his and Draco's relationship, but sometimes it was incredibly hard to keep it a secret from everyone else, especially his friends.

They were constantly asking him what he was doing, where he was going, if he was seeing 'the girl.' Well, only Ron asked that.

And he didn't know if he was able to keep meeting Draco in the middle of the night all the time. It had been working for now, but sooner or later someone was bound to notice both boys' disappearances.

"Hey, Harry."

Harry was rattled from his thoughts by the beautiful human being who had silently crept up behind him.

Not even greeting him back, Harry turned and pulled Draco in for a kiss, wanting to keep the taste of him on his lips forever.

Pulling away, Harry whispered a 'hey' back, his eyes closed as Draco watched him lovingly. Draco simply adored Harry. That was the easiest way to put it.

Harry giggled at Draco's love-struck face and took his hand firmly, leading him over to the trees.

Draco watched as Harry lead him through the figure of eight motion, surprised that he remembered, considering this was only the second time he had gone through the archway.

The two stepped through the vines and appeared on the steps, overlooking the river.

Harry smiled at the sight - it was his and Draco's special place now.

Turning to Draco, Harry's face turned hot as Draco's steely grey eyes moved down to the Gryffindor's lips.

Harry moved closer whispering, "You okay there, Draco?"

"Yes," Draco replied, swallowing.

"Good," Harry grinned and leaned in, his lips ghosting Draco's, before letting go of the blond and running down the steps, laughing.

"Harry James Potter, you fucking tease!" Draco yelled, sprinting after Harry, who was making his way past the bridge to a clump of trees hiding in the corner.

Draco could hear Harry's giggle as he ran further away from the Slytherin, and it was driving Draco nuts. His wings stirred, but he willed them to stay down; now would not be a good time for them to make an appearance.

Harry was now hiding behind the trees, Draco on the other side.

"I will get you, Harry Potter," Draco said menacingly. "And when I do, you will pay."

Silence came from the other side of the trees, and Draco wondered if Harry was still even there.

He couldn't have gone anywhere, Draco thought. There's not exactly anywhere else to hide. It was funny, he thought, that his Veriae instincts made him panic even when he knew Harry was safe.

He shook his head and headed towards the trees where he knew Harry was hiding. "I'm going to find you..." he sand teasingly into the trees. "Where are you Har-"

Draco's teasing was cut short by a yelp sounding from his left, followed by a thud.

"Harry?" Draco asked cautiously, edging into the trees. "Are you okay?" He emerged through the branches and immediately spotted Harry, laying crumpled on the tree floor.

"Oww..." Harry was moaning in pain.

"Oh Merlin, what happened?!" Draco exclaimed, rushing towards him. Worry etched into the grooves of his smooth face as he knelt down beside the boy and took his head in his arms.

"Fell... hit... head..." Harry trailed off, seemingly half awake. Oh god, this wasn't good.

Draco hadn't felt this type of worry since the second task. His protective instincts were kicking in rapidly as he slapped Harry's face gently, trying to keep him awake. This was bad, what was happening to him?

"Harry! Harry, you need to stay awake, you must have a concussion... Harry? Harry!!" Draco watched as Harry's eyes fluttered closed, seemingly having passed out. Fuck.

Draco's heart was pounding in fear. A Veriae must always protect their mate and what had he done? He'd let Harry out of his sight for one second and now he was passed out in Draco's lap.

Swallowing rapidly and trying to calm himself, Draco ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "Harry... wake up, please. You're scaring me."

But the boy did not stir, and Draco noticed a spot of deep red blood seeping from a cut on his forehead. Tears sprang to the blond-haired boys' eyes. He hated this feeling. He hated feeling scared, worried and vulnerable. He hated feeling guilty. Guilty for not protecting his mate, guilty that his amazing Harry had landed with him as a mate. Draco felt disgusted with himself. He made an awful Veriae.

Panic started to take over him, and he could feel his wings rippling with the same fear he felt, threatening to spring from his back in order to protect his mate.

Pushing as much of his fear and guilt as he could to the back of his mind, Draco crouched and scooped up the boy from underneath, holding him bridal style, still in an unconscious state. He looked over Harry's face in worry, his eyes scanning over his lips, nose and scar. How could such an innocent game turn into something so dreadful? He felt sick to his stomach at the realisation he'd let Harry get himself hurt.

Draco suddenly registered how vulnerable the boy was, and that was all it took. That's all it took for his wings to rip through his pyjama shirt and cocoon Harry in his arms, protecting and sheltering him from the outside world.

Oh no no no, this couldn't happen. Not now, not in Harry's presence. The boy could wake up at any second, for Merlin's sake! He willed his wings to go back to their natural position, but to no avail. They stayed solidly locked around Harry, as Draco carried him over the bridge, heart beating fast, to the rocks where they always sit together.

Draco took a deep breath as he laid Harry down, and taking his hand, tried to calm his panicked senses. Okay, he needed to think. Harry could wake up at any second, and his wings weren't retreating back any time soon.

Draco couldn't bear to leave him here, passed out alone, in the middle of the night. But he knew he couldn't stay either. Harry could not find out yet. It couldn't happen.

He waited a few more moments, head in his hands, trying to figure out what to do. All too soon, he heard a wheeze emerge from Harry's direction, and looking up, he noticed the boy was starting to stir.

Relief flooded through Draco, but left as quickly as it came, for his wings were still spanned out behind him, threatening to expose his true form too soon.

Draco's felt his eyes shift to a deep, dark blue as he took one last, longing look at Harry, whose eyes were still closed. Draco vowed he would make this up to him. He so badly wanted to stay with the boy and make sure he was okay, but Draco knew he couldn't.

Pain shot through his chest as he took a few steps backwards, and as Harry's eyes fluttered open, the Gryffindor boy was met with only the dark, silent night, accompanied with a hollow, empty feeling inside.

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"I told you Hermione, I woke up on the rocks and he had vanished, just like that. He left me there all alone in the middle of the night!"

Harry was exhausted. He had just endured possibly the worst night of his life. He'd awoken in the middle of the night, in his and Draco's special place behind the vines, but alone. he had woken up alone after having passed out. Draco had abandoned him. And it was hurting Harry to the core.

How could Draco leave him like that? How could he just abandon him after he'd hurt himself? A multitude of emotions engulfed the dark-haired boy, anger, disappointment, resentment, confusion.. but most of all... hurt. He had never felt this kind of emotional pain in his life. Was Draco playing some sort of joke on him? Was this whole thing just some game?

Harry grunted in pain and frustration as Hermione tended to the wound on his forehead. They were sitting on the floor of Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, after Hermione found Harry wandering back through the castle at six in the morning, on her way to an early morning study session at the library.

"I don't understand Harry." Hermione's voice pulled Harry from his thoughts. "You're saying Draco just left you? Why would he do that if you were hurt? You're together aren't you?" Her brow was furrowed in confusion, trying to understand what had happened.

Harry let out a short, humourless laugh. "I thought we were." He looked up at her grimly.

"I think you should talk to him," Hermione said gently. "Maybe there was some misunderstanding."

Harry looked at her as if she was crazy. "Misunderstanding? Hermione, he left me, alone, in the middle of the forest, in the middle of the night. What part of that isn't registering?" He looked at his lap, and curled up his fists, anger engulfing him. Why was she defending him?

"I don't want to speak to him, at least not today."

Hermione didn't want to press, but knew something wasn't right. "Are you sure he definitely left you? You didn't see anyone there?"

Harry's jaw locked as he thought back to when he'd woken up. The thing is, he had seen something. But he wasn't sure if his mind was playing tricks on him, or if it was a trick of the light. He had been knocked out, after all.

"I thought I saw..." Harry started, then trailed off. Hermione looked at him expectantly as she plastered up Harry's cut. "No, it's nothing. I was out of it, I think I must have been hallucinating." Harry raised his arms in an attempt to emphasise his point.

"Go on, tell me," Hermione urged. For some reason, she could sense that this was important. Maybe Harry couldn't see it, but she could definitely see something.

Harry sighed and ran a hand through his hair as the both of them stood up and headed out into the hall, the chatter of students in the breakfast hall making it's way down the corridor.

"I thought I saw... this is going to sound mad, Hermione." Harry lowered his voice to a whisper as a couple of third years walked past. "But I was certain I saw an angel."

Hermione's expression didn't change, didn't even falter, much to Harry's surprise. "An angel?" She asked, carefully. The two of them continued down the corridor towards the great hall.

"Yes," Harry confirmed. "It was only for a fraction of a second, but as I was opening my eyes, I saw two enormous angel wings by the entrance to the vines." Harry shook his head, not even believing what was coming from his own mouth.

"It was insane - they were so vivid, but I'm certain it wasn't real, I mean, as I said I was completely out of it, and once I'd opened my eyes they were gone," he gabbled.

Harry stopped short and turned around after realising Hermione was no longer in step with him. She was stood still in the middle of the hallway, looking completely lost in thought.

"Hermione," Harry said, breaking the girl from her trace-like state.

"That's... so odd," Hermione said in response, but it was half-hearted. Harry looked at her, confused. A fake smile pulled itself across Hermione's face, in an attempt to be reassuring. "I'm sure it was nothing," she said. "A trick of the light, like you said."

This seemed to satisfy Harry as he nodded, waving goodbye to the Gryffindor girl, and heading into the Great hall.

But this did not satisfy Hermione Granger, whose face had contorted a hard, grim look, watching Harry's back retreating in front of her.

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A/N: Thanks for reading, remember I love all of you AND I'm so sorry I haven't read my story through yet so I have no idea if everything is too fast, or if there are tons of mistakes, but just fill them in yourself and bear with me I'm not the best writer in the world :( x