Hey Everyone. Oh what a summers it been here in Connecticut. Not only do we feel a earthquake, but we get a hurricane. Oh Irene, you tried to knock us down but we get right back on our feet. The flooding is gone and the basement is dry and Autumn is right around the corner.

You better go back out to sea Katia! The east coast doesn't want you.

Sorry about that. This is the third installment to One Whole Week and Fool Me Twice Shame on You. It's called Should Be Loved; like the Blue October song. I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. At all.

There was a note on her desk. It was rolled up and tied with string. She didn't know who it was from, and when she unrolled it she was still confused. The only words on the parchment were:

Don't Go Tonight

She didn't know who would write her something like that, or if anything was wrong. And if it was wrong, where was it wrong and who was it wrong with?

She knew there was a secret Order meeting tomorrow night and if something was wrong with that she would've been notified by someone in person, because a piece of parchment could fall into anybodies hands, even with an encrypted message.

In this case it was her hands, regardless of whether it was for her or for somebody else.

But then again she couldn't remember what was tonight? She wracked her brain for any plans, anyone she was supposed to meet up with, anything, but couldn't come back with anything special. She didn't forget anyone's birthday. It was a typical weekday with the same ol same.

"Nymphadora!"

Startled by her mentor Mad Eye Moody she sat up straight and stuffed the note into her robes. "What's going on?" she questioned. She looked at the work on her desk pretending she found even just an ounce of interest in it. Even an ounce wasn't working for her.

"What had steam coming out of your ears?" he questioned her taking to the side of her desk so no one could read anything into their conversation that was clearly no one's business.

"It's a love letter," she lied, "what's going on?" she tried to throw the attention off herself but he always saw through to everything she said and did.

"You're a petty liar."

She decided to mess with him, get a kick out of his reactions and said, "no, I told you I was having a good day this morning when I'm actually not."

"Nymphadora!" he barked and startled a few people and scattered papers from one.

The poor, new girl scrambled to gather up the papers and get out there as quickly as possible.

"You startled poor Popper Swelling now, that's what you've done. Now what is the reason you are here? Not that I mind, I'm out of my mind with this paperwork, but I guess that's what you get for a job well done. But right now I can't even see the clock."

Which was true, everything just seemed to look blurry.

"You were gone from your desk for a good fifteen minutes."

She cursed herself for not going unnoticed, but at that point she did not care. Her legs were falling asleep and she had a cramp in her butt.

She shrugged, "it's called a bathroom break. I am entitled and if you make a comment I will walk away right now."

He kept intact and remained calm when talking to her, though sometimes she knew he wanted to ring her neck.

"If I was to confine this in you then you will surely throw it way out of portion. And out of proportions is what I don't need right now. What is on the parchment could mean anything, and not even be for me."

"Show me."

She pulled it out and handed it to him and he took a look.

"Where are you going?"

"No where." She whispered taking it back, "that's the problem. But let's not worry about that. What did you want to talk to me about?"

"Volunteer to be watch for the Hogswart student's first trip."

"You're the second one on me for that. I've already done that in the late summer. I'm already going, but say, why do you want me to go?"

"You look like a student."

"Geez, thanks." She smirked slyly. She knew he meant nothing by it.

"You shouldn't be alone tonight," he switched gears, "this was placed on your desk as a threat by someone even as close as your department."

They both looked around. No one was out of the ordinary, no one was nervous or suspicious. Everything was the same. It still felt safe so she said, thinking it better than worrying herself, "so you'll go on a date with me?"

"No." No thought when into his answer at all.

"Well," she scoffed toying with her wand making the papers into neat piles. "You want me to be alone, fine, geez thanks!"

"Use your head!" He always had a way of yelling at her that made it seem like it was work related and her weaknesses being threaded.

But that's how she wanted people to believe it- only this time it made her feel like she was the incompetent and weak Auror so she just kept it up that way, and feeling rejected she kept that covered up and kept being sarcastic. She just said, "I'll just ask Kingsley."

He sighed, frustrated, his bizarre eye shooting off in a million directions. "Don't be foolish, you think I would let you walk into any dangerous situation? I'll wait for you after your shift."

"Thanks. You'll stay with me, but never a date-"

"You've only just began to smile again. Just keep that attitude, nothing more," and he walked away clanking as he went. Nobody ever questioned him, he was considered very intelligent and civil, and he barked orders and insults to injury to those who didn't live up to their potential. He was king to some kind of world where he believed some were stronger than they actually were.

Her.

She looked down at the parchment and if the paper could talk it would say, "I'm not going to write myself."