(DISCONTINUED) Sorry

"Think About It."

"Bloody hell! Where did you come from!?"
"That's none of your business."
"Merlin."
"Quiet. Harry, may I talk to you?" Harry felt as if her red eyes were staring into his soul.
"Well um..I guess?" Hermione didn't like his answer.
"Harry! We don't know her! She could try to kill you!" Azalea grabbed Hermione by her arm and brought her close. Her red eyes glowing.
"Let her go!" Ron yelled
"Just because you know who made me doesn't mean you know me. I was made to do something I don't want to. I refused and have made my own goal." Azalea let go of Hermione and she flipped her mood like a light switch. "Now, Harry, would you follow me please?" Harry waved goodbye to his friends and followed Azalea. When Harry left Ron acted like a light bulb just turned on inside of his brain, which is probably the size of a pebble.
" 'Mione! I just had an idea!"
"What idea?"
We should go to Professor McGonagall's office and ask her if we could see the Sorting Hat and try and figure out what his song meant!" Hermione's jaw had dropped as low as the floor, but she noticed and quickly closed it.
"That's brilliant Ron! I'm impressed!" the two then ran towards the headmaster's office.
"Of course you can."
"Thank you Professor McGonagall."
"Well, if it isn't two of the three."
"We need to talk to you."
"You want to know he goal don't you."
"Yes, exactly... could you sing the song for us again?"
"Of course."

"I am the sorting hat.
Final Year.
Final Last.
You will complete your goals.
Make this year all for the most.
A Grifffindor, whom is brave and bold.
Suffered for years at his "home"
A Slytherin, whom is very cunning.
He never had a choice.
His father very can be terrifyingly stunning.
Save them.
Save them.
Show them.
Show them.
Hands are one.
Ooooohhh~
I am the sorting hat.
Final Year.
Final Lastttt~."

Ron looked completely lost, but Hermione had her hand at her chin thinking. "Can you sing the part about the Griffindor again?"
"A Grifffindor, whom is brave and bold.
Suffered for years at his 'home'"
"That's Harry!"
"It is!? What about the Slytherin?"

"A Slytherin, whom is very cunning.
"He never had a choice.
His father very can be terrifyingly stunning."

"I'm not really sure...let's listen to it again."

Meanwhile with The Boy Who Lived and Azalea,

Harry felt like he had been walking for hours but it had only been 12 minutes.

"Are we there yet?"
"Quit acting like a child."
"You were born last year."
"And? I'm a demon."
"Yeah, but basically you're still a child."
"I was made from Dark Dust. It made me the same age as you."
"Dark Dust?"
"Ugh, never mind, we're here." She pointed to a door and vanished.
I guess I'm supposed to go in...
Harry opened the door to find a beautiful room he had never seen before. There were lights hanging from the ceiling, and flowers that gave off the riches smell, then vines all over the walls. He saw flowers the color of the rainbow everywhere, smelled them, smiled, and kept walking. His smile got wider when he saw the balcony, all of the same things except the wonderful view where there was a huge waterfall in the distance, along with the sunset, then he saw him.
"Draco?"
Draco jumped, surprised to hear someone say his name, this was his secret hideout after all, but relaxed when he saw Harry.
"Did you just call me by my first name?"
"What!? No!" For some reason, Harry felt his face growing warm. "Why are you here, Malfloy!?"
"I could ask the same for you. This is MY secret hideout." Harry's face turned a dark shade of red
Oh
"Azalea led me here then she disappeared"
"Of course," Draco thought to himself.
"You know what she's trying to do right?"
"No...Not really..."
Draco turned his head as he felt his face grow pink, "She's trying to get us together..."
Harry was shocked, and they sat there for a few minutes. Silence filled the room.
"I...um..have to go..."
Draco felt as if something had stabbed him in the heart. After he heard the door close, Azalea became visible and leaned on the wall.
"To be honest, I'm somewhat impressed. He blushed when he saw you."
"Shut up."
"Ouch. Listen, I'm saying that's progress."
"I said shut up."
"Merlin, you're in a mood."
"He doesn't love me."
"But he will." She said with a smirk.
"Sure. He totally loved me when he just left. He still thinks I'm the big jerk who bullied him his whole life."
Azalea sighed, her eyes and white hair started glowing a bright red.
"That boy and girl are trying to figure it out. The girl is about to know."
"I don't really care if they find out. They wouldn't do anything."
"Fine. But they're quite annoying" She stopped glowing.

"So the first one is Harry...and she is trying to bring the two together..."
"But who is the Slytherin...?"
"It has to be one that is always messing with Harry...or close....and we should know his father." Realization slapped Hermione is the face. She looked at Ron, eyes wide.
"Who is it?"
"Just think about it." It seemed to have slapped him too, and then the lovers lovers both smiled. Neither was mad, but they felt like Azalea was their new best friend.