The next day you leave early to avoid any run-ins with Harry. When you get to class you just sit there and stare down at your desk. This is how you are for another two weeks, only listening and speaking when you have to. Your grades are slipping and when anyone talks to you, you shrug them off. Especially Hermione or Ron. You didn't have to worry about Harry talking to you, you had made sure he hates you. The memory of your first encounter with him after what you had told Hermione was embedded in your brain.

*** "Lanae. What is going on?" Harry asks coming up to you after potions.

"I already told Hermione, I don't know why I need to say it again." You say walking away from him. He catches up to you in two strides.

"Yes, but it does not make any sense. I felt something. Something that I do not know how to explain." A fire that seems to burn away all your fears and doubts you think. That was the something.

"Well, I didn't. Sorry." He takes a giant step and puts his body in front of yours, blocking your way.

"You're lying. I can tell." He says a grin on his face. A pang of pain hit your stomach. You didn't want to hurt him, but this was for his own good. For your own good.

"Look Harry. You want honesty? I feel NOTHING. Nada. I feel more for my bed lamp, than I feel for you." You didn't dare look at his face. He was shocked into silence though. You stepped around him, and left him there alone in the hallway. ***

You can't even look at him anymore for fear of crying. He hadn't tried to talk to you since then. The last two weeks felt like two years. Walking down the hallway by yourself you were just left alone with your thoughts. You hear voices coming from up ahead. A hallway ran perpendicular to the one you were on, and it sounded like the voices were coming from there. You stop at the corner and listen.

"All I am saying is that she has changed." You didn't recognize this voice. It was deep, and raspy.

"Your point? I did my job. She is away from Potter." You cover your mouth with your hand. Draco was coming your way, and was talking about you.

"So you're just going to leave her alone? That doesn't seem like you." Another voice you didn't know adds.

"I never said that. You're talking to me like I don't already have a plan in motion." Draco says. The voices stop getting closer. They must have stopped walking.

"A plan? You didn't tell us." The first voice chimes up.

"Why would I tell you? You're not apart of it. All you need to know is that it is working." Draco says. You could hear the pride in his voice. So here you were listening to them talking about some plan he has for you, and you honestly didn't even care. You felt numb. What was he going to do here at school? What could he do to hurt you worse then you hurt yourself? And besides you had to get somewhere, and you weren't about to make a detour because the scum of the earth was standing in the hallway you were about to pass. You took a deep breath and walked straight ahead.

"Well speak of the devil." Draco says. You ignore him, continuing to walk down the hallway.

"Where might you be going?" Draco says catching up to you. The other two guys ran awkwardly behind the two of you. Stomping around.

"Would you guys go off somewhere? Maybe grab something to eat in the Great Hall." Draco remarks coldly to the guys behind you. The stomping receded, leaving you and Draco alone walking in an abandoned hall.

"So where were we?" he asks stepping closer to you. You stop suddenly, and face him.

"At the part where I tell you to go shove your head in a toilet somewhere." He doesn't even look offended. Annoyed with this situation you go to step around him. He steps in front of you, blocking your way. You place your hands on your hips, glaring at him.

"So did nothing happen between you and Potter?" he asks. You weren't going to let him interrogate you. You try and push past him, but he grabs your wrist. "Hold up, no need to get all pissy. So nothing happened; that's all you got to say." You look down at his hand, wishing you could bore a whole through it with your mind. He lets go of you.

"I don't get you." You say honestly confused.

"What's to get? I want you." He says pushing you lightly against the wall.

"Bull Shit. And you know it." You say. He wants me about as much as I want him, you think.

"But I might really want you." He says pushing his body against yours. Okay maybe I was wrong, you think pushing him off you as hard as you could. He stumbled back a little.

"And I might really want a normal life, with a happy family, where my mom was alive, and I didn't want my dad to rot in hell. But alas we can't all get what we might really want." You say so cold you swear you felt the air around you get a chilly. You spun around and began walking away.

"Accio Lanae's wand." You hear. Before you could grab it your wand flies from your pocket right into Draco's outstretched hand.

"What are you? Like 6 years old?" you ask walking back and taking a grab for your wand. He puts it out of your reach.

"Play nice Lanae." You were about to punch him again when he lifts up his wand and hits you with a spell. You fly back against the wall. Your eyes wide with a mix of anger and surprise.

"What are you doing?"

"I am taking what I want." He says stepping towards you. You try to move but find yourself not in control of your body. Fear begins to etch your facial features.

"Don't worry, you can move, only if I let you though. It is a neat spell, that has taken me two weeks to perfect." He stops right in front of you, his face so close you could feel his breathing.

"So what are you going to do? Rape me? Here in the middle of a hallway?" you ask, still trying to put up a defensive front.

"Rape? Seriously Lanae? I just want to kiss you. Is that such a bad thing? Maybe you'll even like it." His hand caresses your cheek, and just like two weeks ago his touch sent cold chills down your spine.

"You're a piece of sh.."

"Silencio," he says softly. Your voice disappeared.

"That's better." He says, and then leans in and presses his lips softly against your own. It shouldn't have surprised you, but it did. Mainly it was because the kiss was so soft and light. It didn't make you stop struggling though. Your hands were at your sides, and you couldn't even move your pinky. And even though you seemed to be able to move your lips you weren't. He was going to get no pleasure out of this. He seems to realize this and pulls away.

"Oh come on Lanae, I am not that bad of a choice. So Harry and you can't work out? C'est la Vie."

Your eyes began to tear up. This was not fair. All you wanted at that moment was Harry. Your eyes closed and imagined his smile. His laughter. You feel lips on your own again. It surprised you, but in a different way, because this time, with your eyes closed, you imagined Harry kissing you. And wanting you. Your lips parted and you kissed him back. How could you have ever pushed him away?? He had been the first person to trust you, and the first to really make you smile in so long. His kisses grew more intense, you could feel a yearning behind it. And you didn't fight it. You just kissed him back. And then you felt a hand on your waist and your eyes opened. It was Draco. Draco was kissing you, not Harry. Draco was forcing you to bend to his every whim. You try to bit his tongue.

"You are a feisty one, but you actually kissed me back… I knew you wanted me a little bit." He says smirking at you. You tried to make your glare as hateful as possible. You wanted to leave. You wanted to not ever see Draco again. Never wish to kiss Harry again. Never be here again. Come on, you think, I have to be able to do a little magic without my wand. Maybe a stunning spell, or something anything. To get away and then leave. Draco was back at it, trying to kiss you. Now you were just focused on trying to escape.

His lips began traveling down your neck, and his hands were places they should not have been when you gave up. No one was going to come, and you would be left here feeling used and abused and alone whenever Draco was finished having his fun. Your eyes shut tight trying to block the tears from falling, but a couple rolled down your cheek anyways. You opened your eyes and are shocked to see Harry standing behind Draco, looking beyond livid. You still couldn't talk but you gave him a pleading look, and mouthed, "Help me!" Harry taps Draco on the shoulder.

"Can't you see I am busy?" Draco says turning around, but before he even sees who bothered him Harry punches him and he is thrown to the floor. Unconscious.

You crumple to the ground. You felt week, and disoriented. You glance up to see Harry still standing there, looking, well you couldn't even describe it. He holds out his hand and you take it, standing up. Before you know what you are doing you throw your arms around him and hug him, letting out a sob. He hugs you back, tightly.

"Thank you Harry. Thank you so much." You sob into his neck.

He pulls away slowly, looking into your eyes. You knew he wanted you to explain. Not just this, but the last two weeks. You couldn't, and look away. He sighs sadly, and turns to go. You wanted to call out his name, but don't. Instead you slowly walk over to Draco, kick him, pick up your wand, and then kick him again.