Claimed.

Goodnight.

"So did you have fun tonight?" Dylan asked sheepishly as he walked me hand-in-hand to my dorm.

"I had a lot of fun," I chuckled.

As we got closer I could feel my shoulder start to tingle.

Damn it.

We stopped right in front of the main doors. Dylan continued to hold my hand as he stood in front of me.

"I'm glad we did this," He smiled moving slowly closer to me.

I could feel my face start to heat up, my heart pounding in my chest.

"I'm glad we did this too," I said trying my best not to start stammering.

He smiled, hazel eyes warm, and slowly started leaning closer to my lips.

Oh my god. He's going to kiss me.

This is actually happening.

I slowly moved closer, having to shift up on the tips of my toes to be at level with him.

"Dia," Dylan whispered, his warm breath hitting my lips.

"Dylan you better wrap this up! We are going to be late for curfew!" Alex yelled from behind us.

Fucking lil shit.

"I guess that's my cue," Dylan chuckled wrapping me up in a hug before running off with Alex.

I stood there shocked.

A hug?

A fucking hug?

Seriously?

I let out a sigh and rubbed my face. It was close to ten and I knew we had to be in our dorms, but I also knew that the girls dorm leader was staying at her boyfriends for the night and wouldn't be back till morning.

As I walked down a small stone path I could feel my shoulder tingle.

Harry.

He was more than likely going to make fun of me only getting a hug. That was really the last thing I needed. As I continued on walking the tingling stayed the same. It had seemed like all he was doing was watching me.

"Okay creep what do you want?" I asked as I wrapped my arms around myself.

"Dia," he called out in the distance.

"What ass hole? What do you want?" I yelled out stopping in between two trees.

"Dia please," he coughed.

With out hesitating I ran. I had no idea were I was running to my legs just kept moving.

After a few minutes I found myself in the same little spot Harry had met me before. I looked around panicked.

There sitting on the floor, leaning against the trunk of the tree was Harry. His hair was a giant mess, his clothes ripped and stained in some unknown black substance, and his face was covered in cuts and bruise's.

"What.. The.. Fucking.. Hell happened?" I panted as I crouched down in front of him, gently pushing away his curls.

His lip was bleeding and split, he had cuts on his cheek, and large gashes running down his body.

"Had to help my stupid sister," he coughed as he reached out and held my hand.

"She did this?" I asked as I gently placed my hand on his cheek. His eye's closed and he let out a low hum as he leaned into my palm.

"No the guy's she was with did. They don't really play fair," he growled before coughing up some black goo. I looked down only to find a large black oozing gash across his stomach.