Always and Forever

Ally Schaan glanced nervously over her shoulder as she walked back up to the Gryffindor Tower of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"Just a few more steps," she told herself as she walked along a particular dark corridor. The fact there weren't any lights made her shiver and she quickened her pace. As she turned the corner she ran into a strong, firm body.

"Sorry," she said, not bothering to look up as she moved and started to walk again.

"Ally," the person said.

Ally stopped suddenly, and quickly looked back and saw that the voice matched the face that she knew so well.

"Oliver," she breathed.

"What's wrong?" Oliver Wood inquired as he touched her face.

"Nothing, I was just going back," Ally muttered as she pulled away from him but he stepped forward.

"You've been crying," he stated as he examined her cheeks. They glistened from the light of the lamps hanging from the walls along the corridor.

"No, it's just I," she began, but didn't finish. He was right, she had been crying, but for once it was not because of him.

"What happened?" he asked again.

Ally thought about what Megan had just told her in the library. The picture, the writing on the back, everything.

"Ally," Oliver pressed.

"Sorry," Ally said as she looked around the corridor making sure no one was coming, "Something's happened."

"What? What happened?" Oliver questioned. The lamps reflected in his deep brown eyes that Ally used to get lost in; used to.

Ally had begun to think it was a mistake to get him involved, it was probably just a joke someone was playing on Megan. But what if it wasn't? Then he would have a right to know. He was there that fateful night, after all.

"Oliver," Ally whispered. "Megan got a picture."

"So? I have them too. Lots, as a matter of fact," Oliver told her, shrugging it off.

"No, Oliver. She got a picture of the...the accident," Ally explained slowly.

"The what?" Oliver asked.

Ally used to love his ignorance, but now she despised it. She glared at him as she stuttered, "The...the...accident."

"God no!" Oliver exclaimed. He grabbed her hand and started dragging her to a quiet classroom, one she had visited with Oliver so many times in the past. But things were different now.

"When did she get the picture?" Oliver asked as he shut the door behind them.

"She just showed it to me."

"Today?"

"Yeah, but to me it seems like she has been keeping it for a while."

"What did it show?" Oliver wasn't sure he wanted to know the answer

"The accident"

"Well what part of the accident?"

"WHAT PART?!" Ally screeched.

"Hush," Oliver placed a hand over her mouth. He glanced out of the window in the door, making sure no one heard her shout.

"Sorry," Ally apologized, feeling terrible. There was no way they could be caught together, not with their history. She could just imagine the things that would be said. She shook her head, getting the image of them together out. Once again Ally focused on what she was telling Oliver. "There weren't 'parts' of the accident."

"Ally, what was the picture of?" He stepped closer to her and looked into her light blue eyes. She looked terrified and Oliver just wanted to hold her. He would give anything to hold her like he used to.

"It was ... was ... of... " Ally trailed off. Her eyes began to sting and tears crawled down her cheeks and rested on her chin.

"Tell me."

"Oliver, I think someone knows," Ally whispered. She then buried her face against his strong chest and began to cry so hard that her body shook like a little girl's.

~*~*~*~

Megan Johanason, was making her way to the Great Hall to have a quick lunch before getting to Potions. She had been hiding the picture for over a month now and it was nice now to have told someone, especially someone who had been there too. For the first time in awhile she finally felt like eating something. She sat down at the Slytherin table and filled a plate with spaghetti. She began to eat.

"Hey," someone said from her side.

Megan looked up and saw Draco, her boyfriend smiling warmly at her. Contrary to popular belief he was actually not as cruel as he acted. He didn't believe in the things his father and Voldemort did, but put on the act of superior pure blood to keep up the Malfoy reputation.

"Hey, baby," she said, as she scooted over to leave a space for him to sit beside her. He did so and took a fork and started eating some of her spaghetti.

"Drake, why don't you get your own spaghetti? Then maybe I could eat mine," she swatted at his hand, which was sneaking back towards her plate.

"Well, I would, but it tastes better off of your plate."

"Whatever, just make sure you leave me some."

"So how are you?" He asked between bites, his blonde hair falling in front of his silver eyes.

"I'm good," she told him, though she knew it was far from the truth.

"What's that?" Draco asked, noticing the picture hanging out of her robe pocket.

Megan looked down and saw the picture dangling out of her pocket. She swore under her breath, she shouldn't have been so foolish as to leave it out like that. She could have lost it on her way from the library and now she would have to tell Draco, whom she had avoided telling because she hadn't wanted to upset him.

"It's a picture." She stated shortly, hoping he would leave it at that, but knowing that he wouldn't.

"Let me see" Draco demanded, as he grabbed the picture and looked at it.

Megan watched as his already pale face grew paler and his eyes grow large.

"Where the hell did you get this?" He turned the picture over and read the back of it.

"It was sent to me over a month ago"

"A month ago, and you waited until now to show me?! Don't you trust me? I was there too, if you remember," he reminded her.

Megan sat down her fork, seeing as she had once again lost her appetite.

"I didn't think you needed to know. I mean come on, it's just some stupid kid playing a joke. In fact it's probably Fred and George Weasley."

"It isn't a fucking joke." Draco was still looking at the back.

"It could be."

"We were so careful though. We didn't leave anything," Draco whispered as he remembered. With a shudder he came back to the present.

"It was an accident," Megan said shortly.

"No one else was there. No one was there, but the four of us. How would someone have gotten this picture?" Draco said bitterly.

"Don't get so pissed at me. See, this is why I didn't want to show you the picture."

"Be quiet," he paused, "Who could have taken this?"

"If I knew do you think I would be so freaked out?" Megan gathered up her stuff and left for class.

Draco didn't notice Megan get up; he was too busy looking once again at the picture. He turned it over and reread the tiny black words again:

I Know