Toujours [HarryPotterFanFiction] **COMPLETED**

Complications...

I sit in the Common Room, in front of the fireplace with my legs crossed beneath me, Daily Prophet in hand. I didn't know what to think about the whole situation with Ron and the kiss so I had just planned on forgetting about it all together. It has been a week since its all happened and I feel more alone than before. You would think that me saving Ron would of brought us all back together... It hasn't. I pass the trio in the hallways and in classrooms all the time but all I ever get is a simple glance and sometimes not even that.

I begin to fold the paper back up when an article catches my attention. I unfold the paper just enough so I can read the beginning of the article.

"We sit down the the infamous Rita Skeeter in attempts to see what her thoughts on the Dark Lord's appearances is. Here is what she had to say: "I think its complete rubbish that someone would stoop so low as to think that they could say that he's back and gain so much attention from it. He's gone. Zip. Na da. People need to let this die and move on with their lives. Move on to better things. Take me for an example, I moved on the day I heard about it. Yeah, it was pretty scarce. But I mean, you can't let your life revolve around something/someone that doesn't even exist anymore" That's all Mrs. Skeeter cared to share with us before turning her back on us... (Continues on page 9)"

I roll my eyes, glancing at the picture they took of this so called "Rita Skeeter" woman. Short blonde haired, curled to almost perfection. Big blue eyes, hidden behind glasses that were meant for the late 90's. Feathered pen in hand, with the most annoying smirk spread across her face. I snort as more snide comments come to mind, before crumbling up the paper and tossing it into the fire. I sit closer to the fire, pulling my knees closer to my chest, watching as the flames dance and ignite. The only sounds in the room are from the crackle of the fireplace.

The Dark Lord, everyone seems so afraid of this guy. Yeah, he's killed loads of people, from what I've heard. I wonder what he even looks like. Is there any pictures of him? What was he like before he became evil? I don't think everyone was evil from birth. All these thoughts continue swirling throughout my brain, distracting me from the shadow inching its way closer to me. "Don't think to hard, I can see the smoke escaping your ears". I glance up to see Dean sitting cross legged beside me. He's wearing his bright smile that I adore so much. I bump shoulders with him, smiling, before looking back to the fire "Ha Ha. Very funny" I say, rolling my eyes.

I hear a soft chuckle escape his lips, before it turns quiet again. "How are you and Ginny?" I ask, looking to him again. I watch as his smile slowly begins to fade. "Yeah, I don't think that's going to work anymore" He says, looking from the fire to me. "I broke up with her" He says, before turning his attention back to the fire. "What happened?" I ask, curious. "She kept blowing me off to spend time with Harry and Ron. I became like another friend to her. And I mean we haven't had se-" He stops mid sentence, glancing to me with wide eyes. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't of..." His cheeks begin to turn a bright shade of red, as he looks away, embarrassed.

I giggle softly before looking back to the fire. "So, you excited about going to Hogsmeade next week?" Dean asks, trying to change the subject. I glance to him and smile "Yeah, I am. Its nice being able to do something to distract my mind from...." I look back to the fire, feeling my smile slowly fade... "Everything going on.." I finish my sentence, not looking to him. I cant let him know about kissing Ron or about almost kissing Draco. I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, holding back my tears. "From what I've heard, your a hero" Dean says, with a slight chuckle. Hero? I look to him quickly, grinning "What?"

"Yeah, how you came to save Ron, and told Crabbe and Goyle where to go" He says, leaning back on his elbows with his feet stretched out in front of him. I let out a sigh and look back to the fire, shaking my head. Yeah, and Ron was in that situation because of me. "What?" I glance over to see Dean looking at me, confusion taking over his handsome features. I shake my head and look down to my hands "Its a lot more complicating than that..." I say, crossing my legs beneath me. He shifts his weight, leaning up on one elbow, leaning closer to me "Well if its any help... I think your a hero" He says, placing a hand on my leg. I look from his hand, to him, feeling the corners of my lips lift slightly "You do?" I ask. He smiles and looks down, then back to me "Yeah, I do. You do all this to try and get their attention back, and even though they act like they don't notice you, your still around. That's really cool of you" He says, sitting up all the way, his arm barely touching mine.