I wake up just in time to hear something crash loudly in the kitchen.

At 5am in the morning? Really, Nott?

I Drag my self down stairs trying my best not to imagine Theo in a bunch of situations that include a knife, ropes and lots of blood spilt.

Wow, That was kinky.

The smell of ridiculously strong coffee swirled through the room and made me feel weirdly nauseous. I'm more of a tea girl.

Theo's dead body sounds pretty inviting to me right now.

I walk into the kitchen only to be greeted by the rather pleasing sight of Theodore Nott in nothing but a towel loosely wrapped around his waist, surrounded by spilt coffee and shattered glass.

"Oh. Hey Granger." He said, Sad. Obviously disappointed that he couldn't manage to make a decent cup of coffee without mucking the whole kitchen up.

"Ewfmergh." I say groggily, seems like my lips are still asleep from my previously peaceful nap. Well, lets give this another shot-

"Nott? What do you think you're doing.?"

There, Hermione Granger is back on track.

"Sorry, Just trying to make a decent cup of coffee, You'd think Muggle equipment would be easy to use,'Four easy steps to a perfect cup of coffee' my arse." He said, Reading the back of the instruction manuel.

"Why don't you just use your wand?" I said, now intrigued, All signs of grogginess gone.

Yes, another mystery to solve; 'The mystery of the unwanded Nott'. I know, Scooby Doo can come up with better names for his mysteries.

Wow, my life is pathetic,

aaaaaaaand tuning myself back into the conversation,

"Well, I left my wand in my room last night, and then afterwards it was, um... occupied, so I couldn't get it back." He said sheepishly, obviously trying to hide some vital pieces of information.

It is a mystery alright.

The name is Hermione Holmes and the address is 221 B Baker street.

Just when I thought my life couldn't get any sadder.

Maybe, there is a dementor or like some really evil magic just waiting to be discovered by Hermione Jean Granger.

Maybe I should ask him some questions and act all Spanish Inquisitorial Squad on him

"Why was your room occupied? Who was in it?"

The answer to my question came bursting out of Theo's door.

"Malfoy?" I ask, as Draco Malfoy walked out of his door."What are you doing here?"

The answer to my second question also comes out of the very same door.

Pansy Parkinson.

"Um...Its more of 'Who are you doing' than 'What'." Theo adds unnecessary
"Pansy?" I said, Barely a whisper, which elected a weird look from Theo."Theo, Whats going on?"

"Well, Um..." He started,but apparently couldn't find any words that would make the situation any

better, so he just gave me the hard truth. " Basically Drake got really horny and needed to fuck his ex-Girlfriend six ways to Sunday, judging by the way she limped while walking, he manged to. So the least I could do was to let him borrow my room for one day to 'Scratch his itch' .I mean since I deserve the medal for 'Worlds-Best-Best-Friends' , I thought I should let him sleep in my room coz It would look good on my portfolio for the award. Though I had to sleep on the sofa, Not very comfortable. I think my spine is trying to crawl out of my arse."

The three of us just stared at him.

"Um... Drake, I think I should go." McBitch says, Timidly.

"Good idea." McSex agreed.

With that Drac-Oh, Theo and I watched Pansy walk out of the room.

"Well, I think I should leave too." Draco says, Making his way to the door.

The both of us watch him reach the door when he turns around and says,

"Oh, and Granger."He says, smirking," Nice Pajamas. Very sexy."

I look down at my white Tom and Jerry pajamas.

The door closes behind him.

I wish I could dig a hole underneath me and die in there.

Theo and I spend a few moments standing there in silence. I caste a quick Scourgify charm and cleaned up the mess on the floor. And just stood there trying to avoid eye contact with Theo.

When I finally looked up at him he seemed to be in deep thought.

Finally, he walked up into his room.

Phew. I was getting a bit intimidated there.

That's when he turns around and says-

"You have the hots for him don't you, Granger?"

"What?" I say, hoping I heard him wrong. Hoping he was going to start laughing and say some thing like 'you should have seen your face." or something like that but he just kept staring at me with a serious expression on.

"Draco. You have the hots for him." He clarifies. It was more of a statement than a question.

I replied with silence.

"Thought so." With that he entered his room leaving me completely me completely mortified.

I just stood there watching the receding shadow of a very complex boy named Theodore Nott.

I quickly changed into my uniform and headed to the Great Hall before 'Theo-The-Boy-Who-Knows-All' comes out of his room and continues to give me suspicious looks.

How could it be that two morons with whom I've spent 6 years with still haven't realized my infatuation, but a boy with whom I've spent a grand total of about 5 minuets realizes? I mean, its completely crazy. Who knew Theo was ? He just generally seems to be in his own world all the time, I guess.

I have got to ask Ginny about this.

I walked on the hallway, contemplating my current predicament when I literally walk into a statue of a Knight in armour. The feeling of pain blinded my senses completely. The pain started spreading from my nose to my lips and forehead. It took a while to subside but when it did, I looked into a reflecting surface on the knight armour and looked into the reflection of an amputated tomato. My nose was clearly as broken as it can ever get, with blood running its way into my shocked, open mouth. My forehead had turned red due to the force of impact. My hair was even more messed up than usual, and that's saying something.

I looked like orc having a bad hair day.

All in all, I'm not exactly still in the running to be Britain's next model.

I hear a feminine laugh behind me. I turn my head around and squint my swollen eyes and vaguely recognize the ever beautiful outline of Pansy Frickin' Parkinson.

Well, isn't this amazing!

Meeting my crushes Ex-Ex-Girl Friend when I look my all time worst.

Bloody Spiffing.

"OMG, Granger. Look at your face!" She squeals, Exited." This look actually suits you. I guess reconstructing your face was the best thing that happened to your hideous face."

Well, when you put it like that.

I don't even bother giving an ever so witty reply. Partially because I'm not sure I can move my lips just yet, but moreover because my embarrassment seems to have rendered my lips shut.

I get up and head to Madam Pomfrey. Well, actually, I trip over about a hundred things on the way and waddle my way there.

Madam Pomfrey fixes up my face.

I look at the mirror. I look incredibly ordinary.

I then remember what Ginny said last night.'Pretty me up' actually works for me right now.

I run to the Great hall, against the consent of Madam Pomfrey who insists I stay the day, and enter just in time for Breakfast.

I run in and take a seat next to Gin and Harry. I try my best not to look at the Slytherin table. But maybe just one glance- Draco is talking to Blaise with a rather serious expression o his face and Theo is toying with this food, not really intersted, and he seems a bit... distant. He looks up and his eyes connect with mine. He the sends me a very obvious knowing look by winking suggestively at Draco direction. I take this as an opportunity to look at the Gryffindor table. Ron still seams to be ignoring the lot of us. But of course the death glares intensity hasn't reduced a bit. Dean and Seamus seemed to have gotten bored of him because they both are sitting by their own, completely ignoring Ron's existence.

It is then that Ginny and Harry acknowledge my existance.

Ginny looks at me with surprise.

"Mione! What did you do to your face!" She exclaims.

"I walked into a suit of armour." I say casually, while spreading jam on my toast.

She seamed to have understood my silent plea to drop the topic and continued talking to Harry.

I look at my time table and immediately resist the urge to spit out my toast.

We have double Portions with Snape and the Slytherin this early in the morning followed by herbology and charms, after which we have double DADA with Slytherin!

Dumbledore now takes the podium and clicks his goblet to get the attention of the students.

Well, that's weird. He never announces anything in the morning. Must be important.

Please refrain from loosing your mind in the gutter.

Of course, your honour.

"As you have noticed, In your timetables, there are many double classes with other houses. Most usually ones that you are not that compatible with." Dumbledore says, Giving the Gryffindors and Slytherins a knowing look."This is intentional. It is to improve inter-House relationship. As, after the second wizard war, there seams to be abundant damage done to the relationship between these houses. So you will be spending more time with these houses. Slytherins with Gryffindors, and Ravenclaws with Hufflepuffs. More activities will be told to you later on.

What? More time with Slytherin's?

Real smart, Dumble. Stop them fighting by putting them enclosed into a room together for a long duration of time. Tell me if it works out for you.

Nobody looks happy. The Gryffindor table is acting like Voldy has returned and they are to fight him to his death by screaming at him. The Slytherin house is spouting an impressively colourful string of obscene language. Most of those they seemed to have just created,Cos I'm pretty sure 'Arse Faced Merlin's balls' Isn't exactly recorded by the dictionary.

I just sat there.

I mean, I'm Happy I get to spend more time with Draco. I'm Sad because I feel like I'm betraying my house I'm scared because I'm pretty sure that a scene from Macbeth will soon be enacted in front of my eyes. Angry because Dumbledore wasn't thinking this decision through and it will somehow and up being my fault.

So I stare at the whole school go crazy.

"Stop Talking." Dumbledore's voice roared through out the hall, silencing every voice, living or dead." You will comply. That is an order from the headmaster. No exceptions. Now head to your class."

With that Dumbledore left the Great hall, leaving a very quite, very confused hall full of students.

Hey, Gin." I say.

"Yes, Mione,"

"I have to talk to you later on."

"Oh, what about."

"Well, yesterday you said something about 'pretty-ing' me up..." I continue, wondering what I'm getting myself into.