After Nicole left, the Gryffindor table was braver with their questions. "So are you guys, like dating?" asked one of the Patil twins. Harry chocked on his water, "No! Oh God no! We are just old friends." He lied. "So she's single?" Ron inquired.

"I would assume so." Harry sighed.

"What's wrong Harry?" Ron asked, nudging him with his elbow, "Afraid I might steal her from you?"

Harry snorted, "Nah, you're not her type."

"Oh? Well then what is her type? I certainly hope it's not pompous, arrogant, blonde, jerks." He was practically shouting by the end but Ron didn't seem to mind. Looking over his shoulder, he saw Draco tense up; Ron knew he was listening. "Oh come on Harry! You can't act like that didn't bother you. I know it bothered me." Ron said pointing to himself for emphasis.

"It didn't bother me," that much, Harry thought.

"So it didn't bother you when she shook of your hand, or how she gave you the cold shoulder after that?"

"Drop it Ron, you're giving me a headache." Harry said rubbing his temple, like he always did when he had a headache. Ron put his hands up in surrender, "Hey, I was just asking?" There was a silence around their group when Seamus asked, "Hermione? Are you okay? You are very quiet tonight." Hermione crossed her arms over her body and said nothing.

"She's fine," Dean Thomas said, "She's just jealous because Ron has a crush on Nicole."

Hermione faced Dean, her eyes widening, "I am NOT! I just don't get why she gets special treatment."

"Whoa, hey. Calm down," Harry replied, "Who said anything about her getting special treatment?"

"Well she's obviously Dumbledore's favorite and Snape actually looked like he cared when he talked about her. I mean even Draco was nice to her!"

"Well maybe it's because she is super-mega- foxy-awesome- hot!"(AVPM reference) Ron said, "And, I don't know, this little thing called 'being a princess'!" Hermione shut up and Ron smiled, he had won. They all finished their food in silence.

Nicole was in lounging in the Gryffindor common room, when everyone returned. Nobody stayed to chat; thankfully, they just went upstairs to sleep. Perfect, she thought. Nicole waited for about five more minutes before going through portrait of the fat lady. "Good evening Nicole! What is wrong?"

"Oh nothing, I just couldn't sleep." Nicole lied; she seemed to be doing a lot of that lately.

"Okay, see you later." And Nicole left, going to her favorite spot in the whole castle.

The walk there was probably around twenty minutes but having Dumbledore as you personal private tutor had its perks. He had taught Nicole how to disparate at the age of thirteen. Nicole found herself standing in the in the place where the school kept their owls. She said hello to Hedwig, Harry's snowy white owl, and to Tom, Nicole's brown barn owl. She looked all around her to make sure no one would see her hiding spot, and then she climbed the ladder that seemed to lead to nowhere. But the thing was if you said the right words, a door would appear.

"Lemon drops." She whispered. The door appeared and she climbed through it. The view took her breath away every time. It was as if she had stepped into a whole other dimension. You know, if you count the roof of Hogwarts a different dimension. It was just the roof to the owlry, so it wasn't huge, but it wasn't small by any standards. It was enchanted so that no one could jump off, meaning you couldn't get on it from the outside.

She sat down right by the ledge to look over the hillside. She sat there for awhile, listening to nothing but wind blow the trees around, when a noise came from the door leading back down. Nicole froze; turning nothing but her head to see who the intruder was. She first saw a flash of blonde hair, and smiled. It was the boy from dinner, Draco. She turned her head back around to the outside world, waiting for him to notice her. He didn't say anything as he shut the door and sat next to the princess.

"I thought I was the only person who knew about this place." He said

"That makes two of us," Nicole mumbled under her breath. He must have heard it because he gave out a small laugh.

"Couldn't sleep?" he asked.

Nicole smiled, "Something like that." He smiled too. They sat in silence for a while until Nicole asked, "Why are you so nice to me?"

"What do you mean?" he asked her back

"I mean like why are you nice to me. I'm a Gryffindor, and you think I'm a muggle-born." Oops too late.

"You're not a mud-," he coughed to cover what he was about to say, "You're not a muggle-born."

She sighed and told him the story of how her parents found her. "Only two people other than you know that story so… keep your mouth shut."

He smiled and said, "May I ask who the two other people are?"

"Only if you tell me why you hate my b-," She coughed trying to cover up what she was going to say, feeling silly because she had done the same thing he had, she blushed before correcting herself, "Will you tell me why you hate Harry?"

"Sure, you go first."

"Harry and Dumbledore." She said

"I hate Harry because my parents hated his parents and so I guessed it rubbed off on me. I'm not usually mean." He told her.

"Liar," Nicole said. Draco was about to protest but she cut him off, "I know what you meant." He said what he was going to anyway, "I don't try to mean. That's what I wanted to say." He smiled, and I patted his shoulder in a friendly way.

"I should go, goodbye Draco. See you in class tomorrow."

"I'll save you a seat." He called to her, and she smiled yet again before leaving.