Harry Potter and the Power of Emotions

Chapter 7: Kisses and the Dream

Slowly Harry turn to Ron and whispered: "Let's go!" They turned and walked slowly to the door. The door creaked. Malfoy's eyes were now open wide. He had stopped kissing Hermione, and was looking at the door. He saw nothing.

"Stay here," said Malfoy and went to shut the door. Harry and Ron quickly got out of the way.

Looking at Hermione, they saw that she was rather pale and looked as if she'd seen a ghost.

"Now, where were we Mudblood?" Draco said indignantly. "Ah, I remember we were kissing." Hermione turned red. "Of course, you won't tell anyone. You don't want me tell the school what I know, don't you?" said Malfoy with a look of triumph on his face.

Harry threw the Invisibility Cloak off him and Ron.

"She doesn't need to tell us, we saw it!" said Ron. Malfoy looked as if his worst dream had come to life: his enemies watching him kiss a Mudblood!

"So enlighten us, Hermione, Draco! Why were you kissing. And what are you hiding from us?" called Harry.

"That's none of your business, Potter!" cried Malfoy.

"It IS my business, when it involves a friend of mine!" yelled Harry, his temper rising.

"I'll tell you when we get back in the Common Room, ok?" said Hermione in a little voice, as though she wasn't sure of herself.

Ron and Harry walked to the door, with the Invisibility Cloak tugged safely under Harry's robes.

"Potter, Weasley, don't you go telling the school that I kissed Granger, or I'll..." said Draco.

"You'll what?" said Harry calmly, "but don't worry, I won't tell anybody. I guess whatever it was that you and Hermione were arguing about, you're even now. I only will tell when you tell the school what Hermione didn't want to you to be blabbing about!" Harry and Ron walked away. Closely followed by Hermione. Draco stood rooted to the spot in the Room of Requirement.

Draco didn't know what he had liked better nor did he know what he liked worse. Kissing Hermione had felt good for some strange reason. Why did he enjoy kissing a Mudblood? He had liked that he had something to blackmail the famous Potter and his friends with, now he faced the ridicule of the whole school when this would come out, not to mention the torture it would be to face all of the Slytherins. What would Pansy say if she knew that he had been kissing Granger? He knew she would freak out, as Pansy had been his girlfriend since he started at Hogwarts. He hated Potter even more for this!

Hermione soon caught up with Harry and Ron. She took them to a nearby empty classroom and said what it was that Malfoy had held over her.

"Harry love Luna? Don't be crazy, Hermione! Harry doesn't love Luna. Besides Luna is... well loony!" said Ron disbelieving

"She's right, Ron!" said Harry, "I love Luna. I've found that out, just now, when you were insulting her. And she isn't that loony, you know. She's really nice. I feel like I can talk to her about anything and she won't laugh at me, how crazy and far-fetched my story may be."

"Even stuff you can't talk to us about?" asked Hermione.

"Yes. Especially about... about Sirius," said Harry in reply to Hermione.

"Have you two kissed?" asked Ron.

"Almost," said Harry, "last Christmas. You know, the day I kissed Cho."

"What?" said Hermione and Ron together.

"You almost kissed two different Ravenclaw girls on the same day?" said Ron. "You must really have a thing for Ravenclaws, Harry."

"Suppose so," said Harry.

Then he walked out of the classroom, just wanting to be alone for a minute.

Ron and Hermione left not long after Harry, and back in the common room they looked up Neville and Ginny. They told them what was going on between Harry and Luna. Ginny giggled while Neville shook his head in disbelief. But none of them seemed to know where Harry was.

Harry was still walking in the hallway, when he met Luna.

"Hi Harry," said Luna.

"Hi," said Harry, slightly blushing.

"Why are you walking here so alone? Are you thinking about your godfather, again?" asked Luna quietly.

"No, it's not that," said Harry, "it's more that I just had a very weird evening."

"Oh," said Luna, "I think Ginny suspects that we are together."

"Are we?" asked Harry eagerly.

"I suppose not, although I'd really like that," answered Luna, without the slightest trace of a blush.

"Me too," said Harry.

As though in answer to the unasked question Luna took his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. Then she gave him a small kiss on his lips and walked away, leaving Harry in a higher spirit than he had been in all day.

Harry floated back to the Gryffindor Common Room and up to his dormitory. Then he remembered that he was Quidditch Captain, and went downstairs again to announce that that Friday, there would be held trials for New Chasers. He talked to Jack, Andrew, Katie and Ron about that he wanted them to be there. He also asked Ron to tell Ginny, for he knew Ginny wanted to be a Chaser. And Harry went back to bed.

He fell into an uneasy sleep. First Luna was wearing a crown, made out of hearts, then he saw Draco jumping around, singing a song that sounded suspiciously like: "I'm in love with a Mudblood!" And then he visited a house, a house near the graveyard Harry had visited in his fourth year. He saw a snakelike arm writing on a piece of paper. Harry read:

How I finally killed Harry Potter by Lord Voldemort.

On a night sixteen year ago I tried to kill a boy, called Harry Potter. A Prophecy had told me that I must do so. The boy escaped, leaving me bodiless as a spirit, with no faithful companions left to help me. Years later I found out why I hadn't been able to kill the boy. His mother died to protect him, and left the traces of her sacrifice on him. The boy was determined not to be slaughtered easily. That makes me furious, but is also the most beautiful part of it. It will now be so much nicer, when I kill him. I'd better kill him, before he leaves school altogether.

The Prophecy is gone, I have two servants that are indebted to the stupid boy. It seems hopeless, but all I have to do is lure him out of the castle and finish him of!

Harry woke with a start. Was Voldemort writing his memoirs? Was Lord Voldemort writing a book about what he thought was going to his greatest triumph: the killing of Harry Potter? Sure, he was. Harry knew this instantly. He looked at his watch. It was twelve o'clock. So Harry took a piece of parchment from his bedside table and scribbled:

Dumbledore - I forgot to clear my head last night, and had another 'dream'. Voldemort was writing a book called How I finally killed Harry Potter. It said something like he'd try to lure me out of school or something.

Harry

Harry resolved to send Hedwig to Dumbledore first thing the next morning. He cleared his mind of all thought and went off to sleep.