Okay, let's recap eh? I skipped almost all of my classes yesterday, got drunk, don't remember what I did while drunk, got detention, woke up and find out Ron's into my best friend and now Fred and George are volunteering to tell said Ron that she's just not that into him.

I've done some pretty stupid things in my time (see: trying to kidnap Fluffy the three headed dog) and so I know a stupid idea when I see one. If Fred and George were to be the ones to tell Ron that Misha wasn't into him like that, the kid would be devastated. Although, he'd be devastated no matter who it came from.

We're in a bit of a pickle aren't we?

"I don't think…" I started, but class had already begun. For most of the class period I sat in silence as McGonagall droned on and on about whatever the hell she was talking about. As she told us the assignment and announced she was leaving the room for a bit, I finally broke out of my trance.

Professor McGonagall passed by our group and rested a hand on my shoulder. I glanced up at her and she motioned for me to follow her. I looked over at our group but they were too busy actually working (oh my God, did Hell freeze over?). I stood and followed her out of the room, my hands stuffed into my jean pockets. We stopped walking a little ways from the door to the class, my back against the wall and her standing not that far away.

She stood there for a while just looking at me. I started shifting, getting majorly uncomfortable. I didn't think I was in any trouble with her, after all I always tried to behave myself in her class. After a quick glance to her face I could tell that I wasn't in any trouble. She looked worried, like really worried. I quirked an eyebrow at her, silently asking what the hell her problem was. Finally she said something.

"You're not hurt are you?"

"What?" I asked, completely flabbergasted. "No, I'm fine. What's this – "

"You haven't felt like something was…off?"

"Um…no?"

She sighed obviously relieved I was okay. And now I'm confused…

"Professor," I started, pausing when her head shot up. "Um, what's this about?"

"Why, yesterday of course." I stared at her blankly until she sighed and explained. "You missed almost all of your classes yesterday, Tae. A fellow student said he saw you and Misha at the Hog's Head talking with some stranger. He mentioned that something seemed off about the man."

"We're fine Professor," I assured her, not remembering any man. Then again, I couldn't tell you my name right now.

"Tae, we have reason to believe that man was…You-Know-Who."

I blinked. And then again. I, Tae Miffindor, best friend of Misha Slyz and average hyperactive student of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, had had a conversation with the one and only Voldemort in none other than the Hog's Head. That sounded like the beginning of a very, very bad joke. Without another word to McGonagall, I turned on my heel, peeked my head into the classroom and literally yelled for my friends.

"MISHA!" I shouted. She jumped out of her seat with a dazed expression on her face as if I had broken her concentration or something. "Come! Now! Bring the Gingers."

With the class watching, she slung her bag and mine over her shoulders, grabbed a fistful of Fred and George's hair, tugged to get their attention and scampered for the door. The twins exchanged glances before gathering their things and following. We scurried past a very confused Professor McGonagall and made our way towards Slytherin's dorm. Once I shrieked the password at our very cross painting and slid inside, I collapsed on one of the couches and promptly screamed into a pillow.

"Um…Tae?" Misha asked, resting a hand on my shoulder.

I yelped and jerked into a sitting position. "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME I POKED VOLDEMORT ON THE NOSE!"

"Say what?" The twins chorused.

"I did." Misha sighed. "You were drunk."

"You mean…" Fred started.

"Voldie's here?" George finished.

I nodded.

"Well we need to tell Harry," Fred stated.

"And Dumbledore." George added.

"McGonagall."

"Not Snape. Definitely not Snape."

"Nope, not Snape at all. Lupin would be a great help."

"Oh totally. And – "

"SHUT IT GINGERS!" I shrieked. "We're not telling anyone."

"What?" The three of them chorused.

"He wasn't looking for Harry," I said, squinting my eyes as I tried to remember anything I could. "Something about a squirrel…"

"QUIRELL!" Misha shouted, grinning. "He was looking for our old professor."

"So…if he finds him then he'll leave."

And so began the search for Voldemort's boyfriend…um, friend. "We're gonna need the Weasley's," I told Fred and George. "There's a bunch of you and we're gonna need a bunch of people."

After the Weasley clan was rounded up, I proceeded to tell them about the squirrel, um I mean Quirell. It took a little convince to get them to agree to help me and Misha, but me being the best at threatening people got them to help.

"So I want the twins, Bill, and Misha to take the Forbidden Forest. Charlie, Persie, Ron, and I will take Hogsmead. We'll meet back here in two hours. I expect results here people don't disappoint."

"Wow you sound like one of those general people the Muggles are always talking about." Misha smile.

"Shut it." I leaned in and whispered. "Or I'll trade you Bill for Ron."

"As much as I care about him, he can stay in your group." She turned on her heel and looped her arms with the twins. "Lets go Gingers, we have a squirrel to find."

With a laugh her group was gone and I was left standing with the rest of our search party. I nodded toward Hogsmead and started to walk, if they were dumb enough to not get that I wanted them to move, they didn't belong coming with me.

"Tae, do you know why Misha didn't want me in her group?" Ron asked jogging up to my side.

"Well I was the one making the groups, she had no say in the matter." Poor kid I thought to myself.

"How long do you think-" I couldn't listen to him talk like this the whole time we were looking for Voldemort's boyfrie- umm I mean, friend.

"Look Ron, everyone can tell that you want to get together with Misha. She is with Malfoy and there is no changing that. I mean do you not see the way the act around each other. It makes me want to puck sometimes. Just stop trying to get her to fall in love with you. You're in friend zone, just be happy she hasn't booted you out completely for acting like such and idiot." I took a deep breath after that, seeing as how I said it all in one breath.

"But earlier today she said that if I had told her that I didn't like Malfoy then things would have been different. Don't you think that means she has feelings for me, I mean more then friend feelings?" He looked so hopeful, I found myself coursing Misha for making me do this.

"Just stop, okay. Have you ever seen that Muggle movie 'She's Just Not That Into You'? right now you're life is like the title of that movie. She loves Malfoy, Ron. There's no changing that. I'm sorry."

I didn't know if it had sunk in, but I heard Charlie yell out. Ron and I started running toward his voice. He was in Hog's Head looking at the back door. Ron, Persie, and I got to him just as the door was swinging shut.

"Did you see him?" I yelled.

"It was… You-Know-Who. He was at the end of the bar singing about dancing." Charlie looked so confused as to why Voldemort was singing, so was everyone else.

"Did you see Quirell?"

"No, just him."

"Well maybe he left to go find him. Lets keep looking around for him." I started to walk out of the pub.

"Maybe we should just let him not find Quirell. I mean why would we want to help him?"

"The sooner we help him, the sooner he leaves us alone." I pointed out. "Now MOVE! We have a lot of ground to cover in two hours."

1 HOUR AND 55 MINUTES LATER

We were on our way back to meet up with Misha and her clan of Gingers. I saw a glittery robe run into an alley. Whoever was in that robe would get their ass kicked in Nocturn Alley.

"Tae, do you think that Ron is going to be alright? I mean he doesn't look too happy right now." Persie pointed out with Ron sulking up ahead of us.

"He's just upset that Misha is with Malfoy. You know how he gets about stuff like this."

"True, maybe we could cheer him up."

"How do you cheer up a guy that just got his heart smushed?" I would love to see what he answer was, but I heard Misha yelling for us to hurry up.

"We found him, the car had him."

"You found the car? Mom and Dad are going to be so happy we have our car back. Where is it?" Charlie asked looking around.

"It's ummm, in the forest." Fred and George said together.

"Then were is Quirell?"

"Right over there." They pointed to Bill, who was sitting next to a hooded man on a stump.

"You're Quirell, we've been looking everywhere for you and you're just so….normal." I looked him over.

His robes weren't anything special, just regular purple and black. I couldn't believe Voldie would risk exposer for him. He just didn't seem like the murdering kind. His hair had grown out sense the last I had seen him, of course he was balled back then.

"Why have you been looking for me? I haven't done anything wrong."

"Voldie is looking for you, we thought he would just leave if you were too I don't know, show up." Misha said like it the millionth time she had explained this too him.

"So you guys are death eaters?"

"HELL NO!" We all yelled making him fall off his stump.

"Then why are you helping him?"

"We want him to leave. If he has you there is no need for him to stay around anymore."

"I don't see how him having me is going to help anything." He looked confused.

"Well, he spent most of his day looking for you yesterday. I think that would make a difference." Misha said with a smile.

"Now all we need to do is find Voldie." I stated.