Fi Cariad Mi

Chapter One

Lavender Lydia Brown woke with a start being drenched in sweat. Her honey blonde hair hung down to her mid-back and curled at the ends. It was nothing unusual for Lavender to have weird, sometimes even frightening dreams. She'd been have dreams that were symbolic or premonitions way before she'd entered into Miss Sybil Trelawney's class. It hadn't surprised her family at all. Her father was a descendant of the Druidic tribes of long past whom specialized in Divination, so it was no wonder Lav was a Divination wiz.

Her violet eyes darted back and forth across the dormitory. Hermione Granger, her best friend, was sleeping to her left. Parvati Patil, the Indian beauty, and ex-best friend of Lavender was sleeping to her right. Catching her breath she calmed down and laid back down in her warm crimson comforter and reflected on the dream.

His cold grey eyes were looking at her. A grim smirk played on his lips, and he had pinned her to the hall of the dark dungeon corridors, "C'mon, Lavender don't be a fool. You know and I know very well that..." There were footsteps down the hall. Both of their heads, his a silvery-blonde, swished in both directions to see if anyone was coming. He looked back into her eyes, "Meet me in the empty dungeon on the right side of the hall at midnight." Then he walked away, leaving her speechless. Then it went blank.

Lavender very well knew who it was in the dream. She knew why too. Draco Malfoy. No Draco, was not her boyfriend. She couldn't stand Draco until, well, until... Anyway, part of that was probably due to her boyfriend,a nd Draco's rival, Harry Potter.

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Harry Potter sat at the Gryffindor table piling various breakfast foods on his plate. Ron was scarfing down a plate of sausages, while Hermione was reading a very large book (Almost Forgotten Ancient Charms). Typical morning behavior. Lavender sat by Harry and placed a few scones on her plate.

"Morning," Harry greeted her after a sip of orange juice.

"Good morning, she replied with a grin, her eyes studying him.

Harry had always been rather good looking, but the last two years had made him even more so. His jaw line was stronger looking, he was taller, and Quidditch had given him an athletic build. Still what was left unchanged, was what Lavender loved the most about Harry's looks- a mess of unruly jet-black hair, bright green eyes, and a cheerful smile, well, unless he was going through his various bouts of saving the world, then, then he wasn't smiling. Lavender knew there was much more to Harry than looks, he was deeper than that, unexplainable almost. Still she was the one having to make sure those other witches kept their grubby little hands of her Harry. Which, as you should know, was no little feat.

Ron Weasley, after struggling through a few excruciating moments of watching his best friend and his best friend's girlfriend eye each other, turned his head to see Draco Malfoy just sitting down a Slytherin table. A sneer came to the youngest male Weasley's face when his eyes caught glipse of the shiny silver badge that said 'Head Boy' nestled quite nicely below his Slytherin patch.

"What's wrong?" Hermione inquired, regarding the look on her friend's face.

"Oh, nothing. Just thinking about how Mafoy's Death Eater of a father probably bought his git of a son that Head Boy badge."

"Don't be foolish, Ron," Hermione declared, "you can't buy your way into that sort of thing. It takes hard work..."

"...and a rich father..."

"Oh, Ron! Honestly! You know Dumbledore wouldn't allow that!" Hermione huffed and rolled her honey brown eyes. After all, she'd gotten Head Girl all on her own.

"Well, however he got it, he's still a horrid little git," Harry concluded, trying to resolve the minor conflict all while grabbing his books for his first class of the day, Herbology.

"You know," Lavender replied, looking in Draco's general direction, "I feel a bit sorry for him. You know, everyone hating him and all. Everyone thinking his father is a Death Eater..."

Three sets of eyes stared at her- one green, one blue, and one brown- as Ron's fork hit his plate.

"You know, I reckon, Lavender- I reckon all those crystal balls and Divination rituals, and, and all that Trelawney smoke and incense have distorted your mind."