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 I didn’t sleep well that night. I knew what I had to do and the very next morning, I went to find Ron. I told him what I had to tell him and to be honest, I’m not proud of what happened. We argued. A fair bit actually. And yeah, I dumped him. Not that we were really going out but we were in his head anyway. That cheered up Hermione no end and she actually started being nice to me, which was nice. Harry and Ginny also both appreciated what I’d done, mainly because it meant that they no longer had to worry about me and Ron, or saving me from Hermione’s wrath. Not that I needed saving. I never need saving. I’m awesome. Breaking up with Ron was a good move and I knew I’d be glad I’d done it, even if right now he was acting like a massive twat. Elsewhere, Harry and Ginny were starting to reach that stage in coupledom where they do everything together. In other words, he was following her around, being forced to do whatever she wanted. I teased him constantly about it but he loved her so I guess they were happy. Which was more than I could say for me. Well that’s unfair. I wasn’t unhappy, but at the same time, I was hardly so madly in love that I had my whole life with one person planned out. Hell I barely knew what I was doing when I left Hogwarts, besides Amy’s wedding. Which reminded me, I needed to mail my sister…


Dear Amy,
I know your seventh year was all calm and lovey dovey crap with James but mine is going the complete opposite so far. I know I shouldn’t be burdening you with all this when I haven’t bothered to owl you all term. Well for starters, Ron Weasley seems to have an obsession with me and I slept with him (figured I’d get the worst bit out the way first) and then he thought we were a couple so I had to inform him otherwise. Oh and Draco Malfoy is a right dodgy so-and-so who is probably helping dark wizards infiltrate the castle. On the brighter side, I have made some great friends. Neville Longbottom is a really adorable, funny guy who’s a little bit bumbling but he stops me failing Herbology and he’s a real darling. Not boyfriend material though before you open your mouth which I know you’re doing. I’ve also got a couple of great best mates Zara and Kate. Kate’s all sugar and spice and she’s a stupid romantic (sort of), whereas Zara is a bit more cynical. They’re both hilarious and great girls though, so I guess they’re ones to keep around. And now, onto the legendary Harry Potter himself, who is a really genuinely nice guy who has given me so much help this year. But I guess I’ve needed it. Dad’s been in a piss with me, (I dunno if he told you) but it’s all sorted out now. But enough about selfish me, what about you? How’s the wedding plans? James isn’t back on the market is he? ;) Just kidding sis. Owl me back and tell me everything, I need some outside world or I’m going to lose my mind.
Lots and lots of love
Lucy xxxx

I’d just finished my letter and sent it with my owl Sebastien, when Zara and Kate came bumbling over, giddy with excitement. I groaned. Not because they were annoying but because when these two got excited, it was never normally good news. For me anyway. I always ended up regretting it when they dragged me into one of their schemes. They were usually guy related. And sure enough, when they arrived, it was Kate who spoke first and confirmed my suspicions.

“I’ve found you a man!” she announced, as Zara butted in.

“And I’ve found Neville a girlfriend!” she interrupted.

Now I know what you’ll be thinking. The fact that I chose to listen to Zara first shows I’m a little bit pathetic but if you knew Kate, you’d know her idea of finding me a man was something I’d want to put off for as long as possible. So, as they took it in turns to tell me their stories, I decided it was better to start with the one that wouldn’t end up with another Ron situation (Kate couldn’t understand why I dumped him)…


Zara was tired. All she wanted to do was get back up to her dorm and get some sleep. However, she already had Prof Hunt (or Lucy’s dad as he was more commonly known) on her case and she had his last three homeworks to finish or she was in deep shit. And she was pretty sure that the whole “Lucy is one my best friends” excuse wouldn’t keep him off her back for much longer. Kate was little miss perfect as ever, she always handed in her DADA homework (and pretty much all her homework to be honest) on time. Zara shook her head and looked back over her essay on the Imperius curse and its tell-tale signs. She was struggling and in no mood to be discussing how easy it was to control someone, especially when it was an illegal spell that she could never use unless she wanted to end up behind bars for the rest of her life. And as much as Azkaban had become less of a threatening place, it was still somewhere Zara had no intention of visiting, let alone being left in for years and years.

Zara realised she had drifted off and tried to return to focusing on her essay. Another inch or so of parchment and then she heard a giggling coming from a small table of Hufflepuffs nearby. Just what she needed. A group of annoying Hufflepuffs distracting her from her essay.

“But he’s so cute!” a blonde girl she recognised as Hannah Abbot was saying.

“No way, he’s just too…weird,” another girl was replying.

“But he’s a war hero,” Abbot fawned. “I just think I should at least try to talk to him, what do you guys think?”

“I think that you should stay well clear of him and find someone more handsome to flock over,” snapped another girl sceptically.

Zara wanted to snigger. These Hufflepuffs were so…blonde. She had nothing against Hannah, but she was a tad naïve and very thick. She was never good at anything except Herbology, which was never a subject Zara rated highly. And to think she was probably going to fall all over Harry or Ron, the war heroes. Zara loved Hufflepuffs, they were quality entertainment. She turned back to her essay, but caught Hannah’s last words.

“I don’t care if he’s not that handsome. Neville’s a great guy and he likes herbology too. I just think we’d get along if I gave him the opportunity.”

Zara’s brain went into overdrive. Neville? As in Neville, Neville? The same Neville who had tried it on with her? Someone actually liked Neville? No offence to him, he was a great guy, but Zara was pretty much certain Neville would remain a virgin for his entire life. But Hannah…the more she thought about it, the more of a good couple they seemed. They both loved Herbology but weren’t great at much else. They were both a bit gormless but were kind-hearted and pleasant people. Zara grinned to herself. Even if Hannah’s friends talked her out of it. Zara was already convinced. But she’d need back up, there was no way she could set up Neville and Hannah on her own. So, all thoughts of the Imperius Curse and how screwed she was pushed out of her mind, Zara collected up her stuff and headed out the library, heading for Gryffindor Tower.


I was genuinely excited by this prospect. I loved Neville, like the brother I never had and the idea of him with someone just like him made my head erupt with a chorus of AWWWWW’s. I grinned at Zara, determined to help her get Neville and Hannah together. It had to happen now, there was no two-ways about it.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, creepy Neville sex, none of us want to think about that,” Kate said nonchalantly and looked at me, glowing and beaming. “I’ve found you the perfect guy! Tom Stone is back!”

The look on Zara’s face made me even more nervous. Zara usually just shook her head knowingly or rolled her eyes whenever Kate got into the whole “cute guy” phase, but now she too was lighting up, as though Kate had just suggested cake for breakfast. Fuck that, I’ll take bacon any day. Dad would be proud. But Zara was worrying me.

“Who’s Tom Stone?” I asked nervously.

Kate grinned and then she told us her story…


Kate was never the most destination-wise person. Usually, she worried about how she was going, not where she was going. So it was pure coincidence that she ended up in a third floor corridor during a free lesson. Her attempts to find her way back to Gryffindor Tower were slowed dramatically as she headed back towards the Grand Staircase, and found her path blocked by Peeves. Any 6th year knew better than to go within a million miles of Peeves, so Kate doubled back, hopelessly lost as she tried to manoeuvre a different way back up to the 7th floor, where the Fat Lady was waiting. Hearing the cackling of Peeves, Kate slipped into an empty classroom. The sound of Peeves floating by warned her not to leave. After a few minutes, Kate eventually decided that hiding in a third floor classroom was not the best use of her free, so slipped out the door, attempting to be stealthy. A voice from behind her as she crept down the corridor made her jump.

“What are you doing?” the voice asked, amused.

Kate spun on the spot. Standing behind her, arms crossed and eyebrow raised, stood one of the most gorgeous boys she’d ever met. He was tall, well-built and always smelt of something that made Kate’s nostrils scream at her to kiss him. He smelt like heaven every time she met him, even when he was glistening with sweat. The idea of sweat combined with his abs made Kate feel faint. Not that she’d ever see his abs. He wasn’t a show-off and it was almost impossible to separate him from his robes or failing that, a jumper. Even in the heat of summer, he'd at the very least be wearing a shirt. His eyes were the colour of honey and were so sickly sweet that girls melted in them. His dark hair was curly and had grown wild and unruly since they’d last met. Kate went a deep shade of red and desperately tried to brush a stray curl out her eyes, hopping a little on the spot and trying to show as much of her body as she could.

“Tom Stone,” she muttered breathlessly. “It’s been a while.”

“Not long enough you’ve stopped turning to jelly at the sight of me,” Tom teased. “How’ve you been Katie?”

“It’s Kate now,” Kate replied automatically. “I dropped Katie near the end of last year.”

“You’ll always be Katie to me,” Tom grinned. “Zara still clinging to your coat-tails?”

“Oh yeah, we’re inseparable,” Kate grinned, regaining her composure. “Re-doing sixth year is going to be a nightmare but then I guess guys like you need it more than us.”

“Yeah,” Tom muttered, suddenly looking very vague. “The war changed everyone.”

“You haven’t changed one bit,” Kate commented.

“I have Katie, you just can’t see it yet,” Tom said quietly. “So, where’s the old gang?”

“The old gang?” Kate snorted. “It was you, me and Zara, remember? With those other two kids who left when you did, because they were so obsessed with you.”

“Yeah, well, show me the new crew…”


“So what?” I was sceptical. “He’s another cute guy? That hasn’t been around for a while?”

“He’ll be up soon, let her see for herself,” Zara interjected, before Kate could explode on me.

At that second, the guy they were both referring to entered, and took my breath away…


He was gorgeous. I mean drop dead, faint right there gorgeous. I struggled not to swoon. And I’ve never swooned at anyone. Ever. Tom Stone, as he was apparently called, smiled at me. And when a guy that hot smiles at you, you turn to jelly. There’s no avoiding it. He started walking towards us and I swore internally. I maintained my composure as Kate beamed at him.

“Tom, this is Lucy Hunt. Lucy Hunt, Tom Stone.”

“Hi,” I giggled. Jesus Christ I was like a little girl. “I’m Lucy.”

“Enchanted,” Tom charmed, kissing my hand and weakening my legs. I kicked myself internally and told myself to stop being such a fucking girl.

“So Tom, how come I haven’t seen you around?” I asked, gaining my composure and failing to notice Zara and Kate slink off.

“I’ve been…busy,” Tom shifted uncomfortably.

“Busy?” I quizzed, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, sort of. I’ve been repairing my life,” Tom replied in a low voice. “My parents were muggles. They were murdered by Voldemort, so I’ve been in hiding for the last year or so. I’ve spent the last few months piecing what’s left of my life together. It’s been hard with no family, but I really just wanted to return to Hogwarts.”

I felt pangs of sympathy run straight through me and I hugged Tom, pulling him into a tight embrace to let him know I was there. In retrospect, it was probably weird considering I didn’t even know him but I did it nevertheless.

“I’m really sorry,” I whispered to him, noticing the tears in his eyes. He swept them away and grinned sheepishly.

“No I’m sorry. I don’t even know you and I’m crying on your shoulder,” he laughed. He had an incredible laugh that sent a shiver down my spine.

“Don’t worry about it,” I said unevenly. “I’d like to get to know you better anyway.”

“And I’d like to get to know you Lucy,” he said softly, smiling.


Time seemed to whizz by. I hadn’t realised but Tom and I had been talking for almost three hours when I finally drifted off to sleep and decided to call it a night. I went up to my dorm and slumped onto my bed, falling asleep the second I hit the pillow. The next morning, I realised that Zara and Kate were rather grumpy at breakfast and Tom was nowhere in sight. I groaned internally, the last thing I wanted to do was listen to my best mates moan consistently whilst I scarfed down my sausages, which were (as ever), lathered in ketchup.

“Seriously, Hogwarts has no decent guys!” Kate grumbled.

“You’re just not looking hard enough,” Ginny replied, clutching Harry protectively. Harry and I exchanged a look and snorted into our porridge.

“It’s true,” Zara interjected. “Your year is pants. Ron’s taken by Hermione, even if he doesn’t know it, you two are a couple. Neville’s got Hannah and Dean and Seamus are well…”

“Awful boyfriends?” Kate suggested. “To put it delicately.”

“Basically,” Zara agreed. “And our year is completely devoid of cute guys, whatsoever! And don’t even get me started on the year below…”

“What about Tom?” I said, realising my mistake straight away as the pair trained their eyes on me.

“He’s gorgeous,” Kate agreed. “But he’s hung up over you and besides, we have history…”

“What sort of history?” I asked nervously, choosing to ignore her other comment.

“Well…” Kate faltered slightly.

“They went out a couple of times,” Zara interjected. “It never worked out. The breakup was messier than it should’ve been but it was nobody’s fault and they’re back to being good friends.”

“Thankfully,” Kate added.

“Tom’s a good all-round guy Lucy,” Ginny butted in. “You’d be very lucky to go out with him, he’s basically everyone’s dream guy.”

Harry cleared his throat and I giggled with laughter again. When did I become such a girl?

“Apart from you, obviously,” Ginny replied half-heartedly. Harry wasn’t convinced…


I couldn’t believe that this was happening. I was lying, face down on the floor, with my chest heaving and my legs curled up into a ball. The table I was concealed by was the only defence between me and sight. And boy did I not want to be seen. I was hiding underneath one of the tables in an empty Charms classroom, the only other inhabitants were Ron and Hermione, who were sat across from each other, their legs narrowly avoiding my own body. I twisted slightly, desperate to avoid one of Ron’s size 10s to my face. They were both silent, as if weighing each other up, but I couldn’t see their faces. My wand was in my back pocket but it was little use to me in this situation. All I had to do was wait and hope I wasn’t caught.

I was only here because of Ginny and Harry. Bastards. They had to go and try to get Ron and Hermione back together, tricking them into entering this classroom without their wands and then locking them inside. I’d been in here secretly practising a couple of spells but, fearing it was a teacher, I’d hidden under the table, aware that neither Hermione nor Ron were my best friend at the moment.

“You know we’re going to have to talk about this eventually,” Ron said after a while. “They won’t let us out until we do.”

“I know,” Hermione’s voice was quiet. “But I’m trying to put off talking about…her.”

Oh fan-fucking-tastic. This is going to be interesting.

“She hurt me too Mione, I don’t like her either.”

Love you too dickhead.

“Yeah well she stole you from me with no intention of keeping you.”

“Agreed, she’s a dick.”

Well fuck you guys.

“That doesn’t change anything though Ron,” Hermione said. “We should never have broken up but we did, now what are we going to do about it?”

“What is there to do?”

“Fix things? I still need you.”

“Yeah well I just want to move on Mione. It’s not as simple as pretending this didn’t happen. I didn’t break up with you because of Lucy, I broke up with you because you were being crazy. Lucy was just there. Or not, as it turns out.”

Oh brilliant, things are about to get mushy. Kill. Me. Now.

“I don’t want things to change Ron, I just want you to see me as you know me, not this crazy person I’ve been the last few weeks.”

“Well what if that crazy person is who you’ve become?”

“I can’t guarantee I won’t make more mistakes but I do love you and I just want things to go back to normal.”

“We’ll see Mione, we’ll see. Now let’s get out of here!”

“How?”

“Well we’ve made up, maybe they’ll let us out.”

Ron’s foot collided with my shoulder and I let out an involuntary gasp of pain. Ron and Hermione stood but froze as they heard my voice. I prayed they were going to let it slide but then they both decided to bend down and look straight at me.

“Oh. Hi guys.”

A/N: Oh hi guys indeed. Thanks for reading and please please leave a review :P:P:P HP

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