Hey people! Thanks tipix for the review. I will try to have updates weekly. Anyways I finally put a bit of action in. Sorry if the chapter seems short. I'll try to get longer chapters in next time. Again R&R! I need advice and ideas.

"Oh you should have seen that boy! I thought he was going to break his jaw trying to speak!" Raksha chuckled as she relayed what had happened to Drake. His eyes turned to an amused blue. They were sitting in the Slytherin Common Room going over the day's homework.

"Well obviously the Cheering charms worked. You're always cranky after Charms. Who was your partner?"

"A girl from Gryffindor…uhhh…I think her name was Stephanie or Sarah or something that started with an S."

"Hmm..don't think I know her…maybe Helen knows her."

"Probably. Helen seems to know everyone in our year. I envy her memory for names!" Raksha sighed. Malaika was the one with the amazing memory. While Raksha could remember stuff for class, remembering names and faces was not her strong suit. It had taken her weeks to memorize her own friends' names, something that they had teased her incessantly about.

Hey sis, do you know a Gryffindor girl in our year named Stephanie or Sarah. She has Charms with me and is very good at it. Raksha thought silently, careful to keep her expression normal. While Drake didn't know about the connection, he was very observant and would be able to tell if she was concentrating on something else. Then he would ask and she would have to lie to him, which she failed at.

Raksha! I'm in the middle of handling Devil's Snare! While you may not have class now, I do! Malaika snapped. And yeah I do know her. It is Sarah. Geez your memory sucks! She abruptly cut off the connection.

"Raksha? Do you have any idea of what the transfiguration homework was? I didn't write it down." Drake grinned sheepishly. He was always forgetting to write stuff down. The only reason he handed in his homework on time was that he made sure he had one person in each class who would write down the homework. In Transfiguration, that person was me.

"Again?! One day I am going to purposely not write the work down and then where would you be? Anyways I've got it right here. We have to try and change the colour of our hair next lesson. All we have to do is practice. The spell is really quite easy." Raksha demonstrated. She placed the tip of her wand on her head and was about to utter the incantation when-

"Raksha watch out!!" Drake pulled Raksha out of the chair and threw her away from the fire as the flames billowed out, singing her hair and blackening the place where she had been sitting. As quickly as the flames had attacked, they surged back into the fireplace and were extinguished. Breathing in short little gasps, she got up from the floor where she had been thrown and examined the damage. The chair would have to be looked at by the house elves and the bottom edge of her hair at the front had been singed. The dye in her hair had become clear from shock. She turned to look at Drake and immediately wished she hadn't. He standing, holding his hand to the side of his face closest to the fireplace. What skin was visible on that side looked red and blistered.

"Merlin's beard! Are you okay Drake?!" As Raksha said this, it sounded ridiculous. Of course he wasn't okay. He just been burned by rogue fire. When Drake gave a slight groan in response. She wasted no time in dragging in from the Common Room and into the dungeon hallway outside their house. As she was doing this she shouted "Aguamenti!" causing water to spurt from her wand and into Drake's face, hopefully cooling the burn.

"Merlin Raksha!! You're drowning me1" Drake spluttered. At least he wasn't moaning like a dying person.

"No I'm trying to help you! Burns need cool water! Now shut up! I'm taking you to the nurse!" Raksha snapped back. Luck was with her and the staircase she had chosen had decided to take her straight to the Hospital Wing.

"Help! Drake's hurt!" At the sound of her plea, Madam Pomfrey, aged but as intimidating as ever, rushed out of the back room toward them. She tool one look at Drake's face and pushed him into a chair. She then grabbed a jar of noxious smelling cream and spread it on the red burn. Almost immediately, Drake sighed with relief.

"Thanks Madam, but does this stuff have to stink so much?" Drake queried. Raksha rolled her eyes. Of course he would complain. Madam Pomfrey rolled her eyes as well.

"What happened?" This question was directed at Raksha. Raksha quickly explained what had transpired, showing the woman her singed hair, and explaining how Drake had pushed her out of the way, only to get burned himself.

"I thought your reflexes were better than that Drake. Couldn't you have used your kung fu or something to avoid the nasty flames?" Raksha glared at Drake. While she was grateful that he had saved her, she was still upset at how he had been hurt.

"No I couldn't. The flames were- I don't know- targeting you and then me. I don't think I could've gotten out of the way in time." That silenced Raksha. Drake had a black belt in Kung fu and knew what he was doing. If he felt that he really couldn't get out of the way in time, it was true.

"Well Miss Werth, I do believe that you should consider yourself lucky to only get a bad hair day. You Mr. Fleur should also consider yourself lucky that you didn't burn you eye out." Drake blushed at the use of his last name. He really hated the fact that he was of the "Flower" family. Raksha couldn't blame him.

Madam Pomfrey continued on. "You do realize that I must inform the Headmaster at once. You two could have been seriously hurt." Raksha and Drake looked at each other and sighed. Great. The Headmaster was a stern wizard and would undoubtedly interrogate them about the incident.

"Can I go now?" Drake asked hopefully. He hated the Hospital Wing. Even if he was really hurt or sick, he preferred to suffer through it by himself rather than going to Madam Pomfrey. If Raksha hadn't dragged him while he was still in shock, he probably wouldn't be there now.

Madam Pomfrey sighed. "Very well Mr. Fleur. Keep the salve on your face for another half hour. Miss Werth, make sure he does." Both the teens nodded and headed back to their House.

As they headed back down to the dungeon, Raksha turned to Drake and said, "You are such an idiot."

"Why?!"

"You could've used a shield spell you dolt! I know Connor's the best at them but yours aren't bad either. And besides, throwing yourself at the fire was the most stupid thing I've ever seen!" Raksha spilled out. Her dyed streak glittered red with anger. Her eyes glinted and her hands were bunched into fists at her side. Drake glared back, then sighed and shrugged.

"I didn't think. But I figure that this" he motioned to his face "is better than you being killed." Raksha stared at him, tightened her lips and stalked away. This was too much to handle for her right now. She had nearly gotten killed in her own Common Room, and her best friend was hurt because of it.

Malaika? Something happened. Are you free to talk now?