The Dark Lords Daughter *completed*

Snow Angels

"Caput Draconis." I said clearly, pleased when the portrait swung open, voices echoed down the passage way as I made my way through it.

"So your saying he asked her to marry him...and she said no?" Ron's voice bounced around and entered my ears, I paused.

"Yes." Harry's voice joined it, sounding frustrated.

"Then what's the problem? I mean it's not like she could have said yes, I mean we are eleven. I don't see why your making such a big deal out of it" I could hear the shrug in Ron's voice and a frustrated growl from his friend.

"It's the fact that he asked her, you and I both know Ron that a 15 year old wouldn't just ask a girl to marry him. He's just discovering girls and wanting to move forward and grow up. Marriage is supposed to be the last thing on his mind."

"It should be the last thing on your's too." I emerged from the passageway arching my eyebrow at him. Ron stiffened, turning to face the roaring fire.

"Well this isn't awkward." He said sarcastically, raising his brows quickly at his spectacled friend.

"I thought we'd finished with this?" I moaned, walking over to one of the leather sofas and flopping down on it.

"It's kinda hard to forget about." Harry whispered, clenching his fist repeatedly.

"Well you shouldn't be thinking about it, we have more important thing to discuss." I scolded, looking at my two friends.

"More important than you being proposed to?" Ron chuckled, I glared at him and he was soon quiet.

"Yes. Like why Professor Snape was trying to get passed the three headed dog and why he was jinxing your broom Harry." I reasoned and jumped slightly as Hermione shocked me.

"I agree with that." She said emerging from the gloom of the desks near the back of the room.

"How long have you been there." Ron squeaked.

"Long enough to know, your a complete idiot." Hermione taunted, before turning back to me and Harry.

"I suggest we see Hagrid, after all he's the most likely to know what's going on and he's also witless enough to tell us." I scowled at her "witless" comment but couldn't help but agree, if we were going to get an information it was going to be from Hagrid, whether he means to or not.

"Oh Anna," Hermione added, "I meant to ask, how is Wood?" She seemed genuine in her concern, so I smiled.

"A lot better, Madam Pomfrey said he can return to the dorms later on, if he feels up to it." She nodded and turned away, returning to her gloomy table and her book.

   We chatted for abit longer, Hermione joining Ron on the sofa he sat on and we talked about lessons, spells, flying and anything else we could think of. The conversation flowing easily between the four of us.

"Oh by the way, Draco woke up." I said as my friends fell into silence.

"And?" Ron asked, leaning towards me in expectation.

"Can't remember a thing." I giggled and my friends begun to laugh.

"Wait, nothing at all?" Harry gasped, breathless from his hysterical laughter. I shook my head.

"Nothing."

"So how does he think he ended up in the hospital?" Hermione asked, tilting her head to the side in thought. We all jumped however when a voice answered the question.

"Anna, here told him a great tale of him slipping on a wet floor and walking up to the infirmary in a daze." the voice chuckled and the figure emerged out of the darkened passageway.