Forbidden {Book 2}

Chapter 6

I wasn't myself for the the next few weeks without Draco. But, I didn't have another anxiety attack. Maybe the breakup was for the best. No sorry, it was for the best, no maybe.

"Please Harry, please let me be on the team," I pleaded. "I'll do your homework for the next few weeks! Please Harry!"

"Oh my god, will you stop whining?" he groaned getting up off the couch, the potions book in his hand.

I jumped off the couch and onto the floor where I scrambled over to Harry's leg and latched onto it like a small child asking for a ride.

"Please Harry! I haven't had an attack in almost a month! Please!" I whined.

"Get of me," he mumbled trying to lift his leg, but failing.

"Not until I'm back on the team," I stated.

"Fine, you can come back on the team," he sighed annoyed.

"YAY!" I squealed jumping up from the ground and hugging him, throwing my legs around his body.

"Are you part sloth? Get off me," he chuckled, giving me a one arm hug.

"I am not, otherwise you would also be part sloth my brother," I giggled, unlatching myself from him. "By any chance, can I still be your co-captain?"

"Of course little sis'."

I scrunched my nose and gave him a dirty look.

"What the hell? Little sis'? I'm older then you by like ten minutes," I pointed out.

"Yeah, but you sorter. Therefor it makes more sense to say little rather then big," he explained.

"I don't like it," I stated. "Call me big mama."

He shook his head. "No way in hell will I ever call you that."

I shrugged and fell back in the couch. "Eh, it was worth a try."

"Why would you want to be called that?" Ron asked me from were he sat on the floor.

"It sounds cool yet mature."

"It most certainly does not!" Hermione laughed.

"Oh just shut it all of you," I groaned, crossing my arms and pouting.

**Alex's POV**

"Class dismissed," Professor Pomfrey dismissed the class.

My schedule this year was very different since I've decided to take an extra topic so I could start training to be a nurse at the hospital. I know it doesn't sound like me to work at the hospital, but I've always found it amazing how a person can be a second from dying, then saved by someone. I want to be that someone who saves another's life.

I tossed my books into my bag and walked out of the Hospital Wing. As I walked down the hall, I saw Dylan standing next to a window. His head was pressed against it and he was looking down.

I blew my pin-straight, brown hair out of my face and headed over to him.

"Hey," I greeted him, kissing his cheek and lacing my fingers with his.

He didn't say anything back to me, just looked out the window. His blonde hair had gotten longer and raggier then last year. His skin was also a sickly pale, though the bags around his eyes were dark.

"So, you going to tryouts today," I said. "You going?"

His dark -almost black- eyes concentrated at the ground behind the glass which was at least a hundred feet down.