Juliet Diggory (HPFF/ HPLS) SLOW UPDATES

Chapter 64

*Juliet's p.o.v*

I walked down the corridor's, desperately rubbing my eyes so tears wouldn't fall. Why do I let this keep on happening. But then I thought, he was right. That kiss, him holding me again, it stopped my power. It calmed me down.

I shook my head. This can't happen. Not again.

I sighed, walking up the stairs to the Gryffindor common room. Maybe I should have a change of scene soon.

"Juls?" I nearly jumped out of my skin as I almost bumped into a red head, too busy in my own head to notice where I was going.

"Hey Ron." I mumbled, not looking at him in the eyes.

"L-listen, I'm em sorry about before.." Ron trailed off, I shook my hand. Taking his hand in mine.

"No, you don't need to say sorry. What Draco said was fucking horrible. But I can't help but care about him." I finally looked him in the eyes. We stared at each other for a bit.

"I know, he's your family." I couldn't help but smile and wrap my arms around him.

"This doesn't mean I like him!" I giggled and his arms went around my waist. I rested my head into his chest and one of his hands went into hair whilst the other stayed around my waist.

Suddenly my breath went uneven as I let my emotions get the better of me.

"Juliet? What's the matter?" Ron whispered in my ear as my body started to shake. I took a deep breath, trying to control myself so my power wouldn't show and effect him.

"Harry." I whispered, I heard him curse under his breath.

"Kissed you didn't he?" All I could do was nod. Pulling myself away from him when I felt him shiver, I brushed the ice from around eyes away.

"He stopped it."

"What do you mean?" He asked, I looked into his eyes again.

"He stopped my power, he kissed me and it stopped." My voice low and my eyes staring off to the side. Suddenly his arms were around me again.

"It's gonna be okay." Ron mumbled in my ear, his warm lips pressing into the cold skin of my forehead.

Footsteps were heard, making us pull away. I turned and saw Harry staring at us.

"Goodnight." I mumbled, walking away. Even though it couldn't of been 5pm.

The next two days passed without great incident, unless you counted Neville melting his sixth cauldron in Potions. Professor Snape, who seemed to have attained new levels of vindictiveness over the summer, gave Neville detention, and Neville returned from it in a state of nervous collapse, having been made to disembowel a barrel full of horned toads.

"You know why Snape's in such a foul mood, don't you?" Ron said to Tom as they watched me teaching Neville a Scouring Charm to remove the frog guts from under his fingernails.

"Yeah," Tom said, with a slight eye roll I could see from the corner of my eyes. "Moody."

It was common knowledge that Snape really wanted the Dark Arts job, he has done since school. And he had now failed to get it for the fourth year running. Snape had disliked all of our previous Dark Arts teachers, and shown it - but he seemed strangely wary of displaying overt animosity to Mad-Eye Moody.