Disclaimer: Caroline Sagely is a character that belongs completely to me. Also, the plot belongs to me. Anything else is Miss Rowling's and she is brilliant for it.

A/N: This is a behind the scenes, outsider's look at the golden trio from a character that is not in the book, but one that I made up myself. I'm not pretending to be in Harry Potter's world, this character is not me, despite my penname. It has a plot that revolves around all of the characters, not just Caroline, but it is from her point of view. So if you don't want to read something with a new character in it, don't continue. Otherwise, enjoy!

True Confessions of Caroline Sagely

People never took me for a bright, innocent, young witch…but I don't blame them.

Chapter One

Okay, nobody really knew me at Hogwarts. I had no connection to the infamous Harry Potter, even if he was in my graduating class. Ron Weasley did glance at me a few times, perhaps out of curiosity…I'm not quite sure. Hermione Granger just stuck her pretty mudblood nose in the air too far to be able to see me. No, I was too far below her superior excellency to be honored with her acquaintance. Whatever. I was never interested in the Golden Trio until I met a certain Slytherin.

Draco Malfoy wasn't always the prat the golden boy made him out to be. No, Draco Malfoy was actually very nice. Hah, I should know, being his bloody secret for 5 years. Yes, a secret, can you believe it? I am a pureblooded, intelligent witch, yet his arrogant ass couldn't have anything screw up his reputation. Yes, I had made a deal with him in third year. What do you expect? I was naïve then. I traded my sharp skills for his ravishing charm. I know what you're thinking…tsk, tsk. His…pendant, if you would call it that. It was a silver chain, with a ring fastened on it, and it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I had to have it.

He wanted me to watch the trio at first, without questions. So I did. I was an excellent spy, he even told me so. He really was very nice to his loyal accomplices. But I got too attached, and that is something a spy can absolutely not do. It is against all the rules. I met up with him every night, in the room of requirement, to relay information I had discovered, and every night he would kiss me on my forehead and tell me I did a good job. I wear that ring everyday, to remind me of that rule.

Anyways, it went on this way 'till almost the end of fourth year, and then he said he was finished. He told me one night in particular, almost two weeks before the end of fourth year, he was sick and tired of all his father's orders and he was going to quit. I sat there and listened to him patiently; we had become mutual friends over time. I just nodded my head, silently agreeing with whatever he said. He would do this somewhat often, but he never kept his word. Suddenly, he walks over to me, grabs my shoulders and kisses me full on the lips. My heart skipped a beat, I swear. It felt like an eternity before he let go, and then he walked out, slamming the door behind him. I followed a second later, hoping to get to bed. Man, I needed some sleep.

I walked down the empty halls, humming to myself a song I had stuck in my head since that morning. Then, I had this strange feeling I was being watched. I knew it wasn't that old bastard, Filch. He had never caught the master, and he never would. There were two sets of eyes, following my every step, but I continued to walk, as if no one was there. I dared to bluff it when it had been ten whole minutes since they had been watching me.

"Fred and George Weasley, what a surprise." I said, nonchalantly. They came up from behind me, each of them putting a hand on my shoulder. "What's up, guys?" We three had been best friends since I entered my first year. I could tell them anything, except what I was doing with Draco, of course. They showed me all the ropes, and I already had an awesome spot working in the joke shop they were planning on opening next year, after they leave. I'm so upset they have to go though. I wish I were born in their year so bad.

"You know, that crazy, old ass Filch is just waiting to catch you. You shouldn't be out here so late." George commented. "Yeah, girlie. I definitely agree. I think we need to escort you to our room." Fred added. I caught his naughty smirk, even though he didn't think I would. I walked a little further ahead, putting my hands on my hips, with my back to them.

"Sure guys. I'm so glad you're here for me." I said out loud, in as seductive a voice as I could muster. I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing. They caught up to me, George gave me a sweet kiss on the cheek, and let out a laugh. I laughed with them. We always could mess with each other, but we (as a trio) never took it farther than that, though. I had lost my virginity to George last year, but that's another story. We didn't tell Fred, so it's kind of our little secret. Both of them were always way cooler than Ron ever was.

"You know, I'm not even tired anymore. Let's go out by the lake, Filch can't even see us behind our big rock. What do you say?" I proposed. "Won't you get cold, my darling Caroline?" George asked me sweetly. I had sharpened my transfiguration charms, so the dark blue polo, faded torn jeans and tennis shoes I was wearing were easily transfigured to a too-big red sweatshirt and the holes in my jeans disappeared. I flipped my head upside down to gather up my long wavy blonde hair into a ponytail. I had on dark brown cowgirl boots rather than tennis shoes, and the Twins had an impressed look on their faces. "Okay, now can we go?" I asked, with a 'don't underestimate me' look on my face.

They shrugged and George took my hand and we started running, Fred right behind us. We ran across the fields, the moonlight our guide. We made it to the lake and found our big rock. We had come up with a charmed spray paint can that made the contents invisible to anyone over the age of 25, and graffiti-ed the rock with our names and a warning to any student who came across it.

We collapsed in the grass, well it was more like George tripped and I fell on top of him, and we just lay there, panting and laughing. I rolled off him and lay in between him and Fred, silently for a minute (casting a silence charm in my head), before breaking out into that song I had stuck in my head earlier.

"Hey, we're going to get caught if you keep that up!" Fred exclaimed, sitting up. He had sort of a worried look on his face; I laughed at him and sat up too. "C'mon, do you really think I have no common sense? I swear…" I told him and he smiled at me. "You really are so smart. If you did your work in class, you could probably beat out even Hermione! A fourth-year, doing spells in her head, already!" He said. I laid back down and looked at the stars for a moment. They were so beautiful…

"Hermione has had to work her ass off to get to where she is now. She will read every book she is handed, because that's her idea of intelligence. She is smart, but it's only the book she'll believe in. I don't think I would want to beat her out of that." I said, closing my eyes. I felt George's hand brush my long bangs out of my face and I opened my cerulean blue eyes. I could feel tears pooling up in them, and I shut them again, causing drops to run down my cheeks. I couldn't hide it anymore.

"How do you know all of this about Hermione, Caroline? Tell me the truth."

Okay, there you go! I'll post the next chapter soon! Be sure to click the little button down there and leave me something nice!

Miss Caroline