Harry: pouts

Me: What's wrong?

Harry: ignores

Me: Oh, fine! Be that way! No skin off my nose!

Harry: Still ignores

Me: groans FINE YOU WIN!! Oh, Harry Dearest! Please tell me what's wrong!

Harry: pouting Why aren't I in your story?

Me: Is that all?

Harry: glares

Me: Oh, right, I'm sorry Harry, but be a good boy and watch your Daddy get his butt beaten.

Harry: Must I?

Me: Yes.

Chapter Three: Child's Games

I shook my head furiously, my face growing red. Of all the schemes! The liar! The dog! The...The...The...prat! Yes. That's how mad I was. American words weren't strong enough. 'Oh, well, we'll see about that won't we?' Nugh! The little...

I felt Mia put a hand on my shoulder, "Ash...uhmm...are...are you okay?"

I grabbed the nearest pillow and threw it out the window, a string of curse words flying out of my mouth, "That prat! How dare he? Just who does he think he is? He may be able to treat other girls like that, but not this one! No sir! I'll get him! I'll get him! Just wait, one day when we're alone, I'll wring that pale little neck of his! That ordorful, rotten, stew-brained, idiotic leech! Oohh..." I was breathing deeply, my chest heaving. I swear, if I had been a cartoon, there would have been flames in my eyes and the word 'Vengeful' over my head with an arrow pointing towards me. "Did you see what he did to me? DID YOU?!"

Clearly shocked by my angered state, Mia merely shook her head.

"That...that...that thing just walked up to me and kissed me! Kissed me! The rotten little...urgh!"

Mia's eyebrows crumpled in confusion, "So? He kissed you, big deal! I thought you liked him!"

"Completely beside the point! I have a book Mee, a book of rules. Rule One) Never wear my combat boots with shorts and Rule Three-Hundred-Sixty-Four) Don't kiss people who haven't said more than two wrods to you!"

She rolled her eyes, "I'm sure it was more than two."

I held up two fingers, putting one down with each word, "I'm. Remus."

Her eyes widened, "Remus?! Remus Lupin?!"

"That's the only Remus I was aware that you knew of."

Her eyes narrowed, and for the first time in my life, I was thankful that she had a hot-head. "Tell. Me. Everything."

I plopped down on the bed in our dorms, the green and silver silk fold under my wieght, "Okay. I was in the library reading. And I hear people arguing. I looked up and saw Remus, Sirius, James and Peter all looking at each other and talking really fast. When James noticed me looking, he told the others something and they all walkde out of my veiw. I decieded to ignore them, and I kept on reading. Then, I felt like someone was watching me. I looked up and saw him just...staring at me. Then, he sat down and continued to look at me. I put my book down and said, 'Can I help you with something?' He shook his head and leaned over 'till he was only three inches away then said, 'I'm Remus' and kissed me! Who does that?! Who?!?"

Mia groaned and jumped up, "Pay back time!"

I raised my left eyebrow, "Pardon?"

"The bet'll make or revenge so much-- THE BET!" By the way her eyes had widened and her hands were perched on her hips, I knew she'd figured out something that really mattered.

"Mia, have you forgotten that you refuse to tell me what bet you're speaking of?"

Aparently, this didn't matter. She paced the room, the black wooden floor relecting her socked feet. "This is their prank! It's so obvious! How could I not have noticed in the first place!"

"Wait, the bet is a prank?"

"Yeah! It's to see who can freak out the others more! This is what their plan is!"

I glared at her, "What! He can't just like me?! Huh?"

She groaned in frustration, "I will not do this! We don't do this! God Ashley!" I shrank back a little. No one, no one, ever called me Ashley anymore. "I mean, this is what Preppies talk about! And all them! Not us! I thought we were above all that crap!"

I sighed, flinging myself on the bed completely, "Fine Maria. Continue."

She nodded, "Fine. Well, what if, if that is their plan? I mean, it did freak you out."

"Understatement of the century," I mummbled.

"What?"

"Nothing."

She looked at me, then continued, "Anyway, that would be pretty hard to beat, but, we might be able to manage if you--"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Me? I hate to break it to ya Mee, but, you're the one who agreed to this bet, not me." I didn't usually care for Mia's plans, and I could tell that this one wasn't going to be an exception. Groaning, I put my head in my hands, peeking at the floor through my fingers.

She held up her hands in surender and said, "Fine. Fine. Fine, fine, fine, fine." She sighed, "I guess I'll just have to date him myself..."

My head shot up and my eyes narrowed, "Pardon?"

She sat don on the bed, folding her hands in her lap and swinging her legs innocently, "Well, I mean, I'd hate to use our dear old Remi as a pawn in my evil game, but, if I must."

I jumped up and said, "Pardon?"

"Oh, yeah. Yeah. I'd feel really guilty. I mean, you like him and all. But, since he is a...how did you put it? Oh yeah, 'ordorful, rotten, stew-brained, idiotic leech.' Wait, is odorful even a word?"

"You're wrong on two counts: One) I now hat him with a burning passion in the pit of my soul and Two) Yes, that is how I put it."

Mia was obviously about to gloat but, catching the look I was giving her, she smiled, and draped an arm around my shoulder, "So, Mashes, hows about you and me bring out the Master of Disaster?"

Gulping, I nodded.

With an evil smile, she reached under Narcissa's bed, and pulled out a book that read, 'My Diary'. My eyes widened as she opened it. She rolled her eyes, "Please. I have better things to do then read The Life of a Misunderstood Godess Who's Engaged to a Millionare." She tore out a peice of hot pink paper, wincing at the color choice and wrote: 'Phase One'.

I once again gulped. This time, it was loud enough for Mia to hear me. She looked up and grinned, " 'Phase One: Capture the Flag'."

I ish so sorry for the unbelievable shortness of this chapter. Please r'n'r