I can't believe two things; first, I actually got reviews for the first chapter and they were good (!) and second, I wrote chapter 2! I thought I wouldn't do it because I didn't like the story that much but I wrote it! And I have it all planned out in my head so that ought to be good, right?

I hope I used direct speech right. I never pay attention to it in books so when I had to remember the rules I was shocked with my irresponsible behaviour. I was supposed to be an excellent student!

Disclaimer: I own nothing.


Chapter Two

Jamie,

I didn't have time last night to finish the story (Amy had litteraly dragged me out of the room because she's tired of me moping in there all the time.) so I brought you to the History of Magic. I hope you don't mind I charmed your covers so you look like a normal, black notebook. Your previous looks would definitely bring attention.

So, it all started a few days ago. It was a quiet Tuesday evening (2 a.m., to be more accurate) and I was sneaking out of my dorm to meet a boy. Right, I know what you're thinking. I'm such a disgrace for the female kind; lacking myself the privilege of sleep only to mess around with some bloke... It's shameful for anyone let alone an academic role-model like myself. (And these are not my words, our headmaster called me a role-model.)

But, in my defence, it was only the second week of the school year, we still didn't have much homework and I really liked that boy. Oh, that's right, I didn't tell you anything about him. Well, his name is Johnatan Alden, he's a sixth year Ravenclaw (I know, we have so much in common!) and he is absolutely dreamy! As I'm usually a very reasonable person, I never thought I could say or write something that cheesy about a bloke but he simply is! He has nice brow hair that falls in his eyes in that 'I just woke up' way but he pulls it out perfectly. He is also quite fit, very tall and has nice back... mmm, just thinking about him...

Anyway, after a year of considering him to be an appropriate partner (Alright, I was obsessed with him!) I finally decided to talk to him at the Ravenclaw 'start of the year' party. Encouraged by this strange and sudden feeling of confidence and presumption (it was alcohol) I approached him. I will spare you the details of our conversation because, well, I don't quite remember it but I do know for sure there was a lot of giggling involved. And that was just him!

Haha. No, not really. I am extremly annoyed with people who giggle so you can only imagine the shame I felt the next morning when Amy told me all about my moronic behaviour from the previous night. Yes, the dreadful thing has happened. I have become (*insert horror music*) the giggling girl.

Fortunately, Johnatan didn't mind it as much as I did because he looked for me on Monday and asked me out on a proper date! When I say he looked for me, well, he didn't really search the whole castle to find me. It was more like we ran into each other in the hallway but still, he recognised me immediately and asked me if I wanted to go to Hogsmeade with him. He was so charming and had such a nice smile. No one could really blame me when I forgot how to spek and just gaped at him like an idiot. When I didn't say ANYTHING for a full bloody minute Amy had to jump in and rescue me. She said I had a sore throat and the school nurse told me I mustn't speak for the entire day. Quite surprisingly, Johnatan believed it! On the other hand, now I really did have to stay quiet for the rest of the day. Someone could've easily heard me talking and pass it on to him and then he would surely call off our date which would result in me jumping from the Astronomy Tower. Maybe.

If you're thinking of me as unstable, you may stop right away. As I have said before, I am a very poised person, I always had top grades and never caused any trouble. This was only a temporary condition of madness.

So, the date. It was just like I imagined. We talked and laughed (sure, I snorted once but it was because I was nervous and he didn't mind, only gave me a curious look) and he acted like a complete gentleman the whole time. It was wonderful!. He didn't even say anything about me being absolutely bonkers the entire evening. I mean, I spilled Butterbeer all over him and he didn't even make a fuss about it. To be honest, I think he found my behaviour charming. It gave a certain je ne sais quoi to our date. Possibly.

Well, the Dream Date, as Amy annoyingly calls it (alright, I call it that) happened last Saturday and on Monday Johnatan found me in the common room and asked me to meet him there again on Tuesday, at 2 in the morning! It was so sexy, I felt like we were eloping! But, sadly, this very night is when all the trouble began.

I arrived to the common room a bit too early and as I walked in, I expected it to be deserted. That is why I was fairly shocked when someone called my name from an armchair across the room. (No w that I think about it, the already lit up fire should've been a pretty obvious warning sign.) The voice said, „Good evening, Weasley." and it belonged to, out of all people, Scorpius Malfoy. Argh, just writing his name makes me want to put my head in the oven. For the last five years we have positively loathed one another. We were always rivals in class, we insulted each other at Ravenclaw parties and in fourth year we even had one serious argument in the hallway. Just before we took out our wands, Poopface gave us both detention (That was my first and last detention and let me tell you, it was NOT pleasant at all. But then again, they're not meant to be pleasant, are they?) After that we refrained from further wand to wand conflicts satisfying with pranks and muttered insults from time to time.

That said, you can only imagine my reaction after seeing his stupid albino face that night.

„It's not such a good evening anymore, you git," I answered calmly, even though I was still a bit surprised.

„Now, now. There's no need to be so rude to an old friend," he retorted, a stupid smile all over his face. He always does that, seems so bloody satisfied with everything, even when he's arguing! I just rolled my eyes and fell into the nearest armchair, believing the conversation with Malfoy was over. He obviously didn't share my opinion.

„You know, Weasley," he started, „you still haven't apologized for ruining my potion last week."

That was quite unexpected. You see, I had no idea he knew it was me who replaced his dragon blood with a charmed bottle of drinking water. It wasn't anything important, I knew nothing dangerous would happen but I had to pay him back for tying my shoelaces together the day before. He was lucky only a few people were in the hallway when I flew over it, otherwise something dangerous WOULD have happened.

„ I have no intention of ever doing that, Malfoy," I replied, picturing myself tripping over and falling on the floor for the thousandth time.

„Well, I guess I'll have to ask Professor Grimms to persuade you then," he answered boastfully and I quickly turned my head towards him. Grimms is Poopface, Jamie! He was going to tell Poopface!

„You wouldn't do that." I wanted to sound confident but my voice was just ridiculously uneven.

„Oh, but I most definitely would," he grinned at me. Then, as if something came to his mind, he continued, „Unless... Oh, you would never agree to do that."

„To do what?" I asked instantly. Poopface had the worst punishments, I had to know my options there. He continued cheerfully.

„Well, if you want to know so badly," (I rolled my eyes.) „there's this girl I'm meeting with tonight. And she has become very clingy lately. I tried to explain to her that I'm not interested anymore but she is convinced I'm playing hard to get. As if I would ever need to play something to get a girl," he smirked, clearly satisfied with himself.

I was, on the other hand, disgusted. „Get to the point," I said. So he did, and let me tell you, it was absolutely idiotic.

„I need her to think I cheated on her. And you are, miraculously as it is, a girl. Also, you're here, which makes it even more perfect for her to accidentally walk in on us," he smiled like a moron while I just stared at him confused until I realised what he was implying. My eyes broadend with consternation as I concluded that, unless I wanted Poopface to find out, the only remaining option was playing Malfoy's bloody mistress of sort! I decided to protest.

„There is no chance in hell I would ever do that," I responded. „Even if I didn't find you utterly obnoxious, I would still have a date tonight." Now it was my turn to be pleased with myself.

„A date? That's what you're here for?," he asked, a bit too surprised, may I add.

„Well, what in the name of Merlin's beard would I be doing here in the middle of the night, fully dressed, if not for a date?," I asked rather crossly.

„I don't know, I thought you came to study or spy on me," he shrugged. „We both know you're obsessed with school and myself." I opened my mouth to protest against this calvish remark but he continued, „Of course, the 'fully dressed part' also confused me a bit, seeing as my dates are usually fully undressed ," he grinned widely at his, apparently funny statement. Since I was gifted with an actual brain, I remained serious.

„Though I was enjoying this conversation, I am meeting someone in a few minutes so I will ask you to kindly shut up now," my voice was much more confident now. „ And you can forget about that little plan of yours. You might as well tell Grimms all about it, he wouldn't believe you anyway," I sneered at him.

Malfoy simply raised his eyebrows as if he was amused by something. „But he would believe the witnesses, wouldn't he? There were a lot of girls who saw you replacing the ingreedients."

Oh, bollocks! I forgot about his fan club of hair-swooshing girl-idiots. Amy and I call them Nauseating Clones because that is what they are. They are always secretly following Malfoy around (and they are doing it so well that the whole school knows about them), applying lip gloss and laughing like Swedish prostitutes (I honestly don't know where this came from!). They have mastered the art of giggling to the point it's not even funny anymore. I can't believe someone could act so transparently pathetic because of a boy. It's truly demeaning for women. Also, they would go hopping to Grimms's office in no time.

Understanding this, my face fell and that's when Malfoy stood up. He crossed the room in a few long steps and stopped in front of me.

„I really can't see what you have to camplain about," he thought out loud. „We both know you're secretly in love with me." My mouth made an 'O' of surprise but he went on, „Also, I would obviously be the one who's lowering his standards."

Well, this was simply too much! I quickly stood up and went for a punch in his shoulder but he took my wrist in midair and stopped me, grinning widely once again. Then he grabbed my other hand and –and you won't believe this - put them around his neck.

„What the...?" I started, trying to pull away but his grip was too strong (not the athletic type, myself).

„Shh, I hear footsteps," he whispered, throwing a glance at the door. There really was someone outside. „It's her, I recognize that walk," he smiled again and then he leaned in closer to me.

I don't know if he was just trying to make it look like that for his limpet girlfriend or he was actually trying to kiss me but I can tell you I wasn't happy with it! Fortunately, he failed in the attempt because just then the door opened and we both looked toward them. My hands were in a weird and uncomfortable twist around his neck and he was still holding my elbows so I couldn't let go. Little less fortunately, the person standing at the door wasn't one of Malfoy's usual tarts, it was Johnatan! Sacre bleu!

I feel strange now. It's too quiet in the classroom. Oh, the Professor is standing up. Why is he looking at me? Why is everyone looking at me? Oh, shit.


I had to cut the story in half because it was way too long for one chapter. The rest is coming soon. Probably. If anyone cares. It'll help if you review :D