"You don't... want me?" My voice sounded broken, even to me. My eyes watered with tears, the copper haired boy in front of me not even doing so much as looking sympathetic. Like he really hadn't... cared.

Edward's voice floated around my head as he always answered the same way. "No." His voice was monotone, cold, and distant. I withdrew slightly, glanced at my sneaker clad feet, seeing the woods of the Muggle world around me.

I whimpered, turning in my sleep, "Well...that changes things."

"You're unbearable," A new voice peirced my head and I gasped, seeing not Edward's face, but Draco's, as I looked up. His eyes were hallow, staring at my own black eyes. "You're frigid."

"I'm sorry," I said breathless as I stumbled back from his movements forward. He looked

"You care for no one but yourself. What would your mother say?"

"She'd be so..." I couldn't finish as I closed my eyes painfully. My mother would be so disappointed if she knew what happened here. If she knew how cruel I was. How ... how Slytherin I was to people. But that was my house. I had expectations to live up to.

"Help me... Help me, Orpha. I don't want to kill anyone," Draco pleaded. "Help me." He gripped my wrist, "For once, stop thinking about yourself, and help me. Save me."

I gasped, sitting straight up in my bed. My sheets stuck to my skin as I tried to climb out of the bed. I needed air. I pushed my strawberry blonde hair from my face, ignoring the slickness of it, and grabbed my wand from my beside table.

"Reducto," I murmured. My sheets shot to the end of my bed, freeing me.

I couldn't seem to escape fast enough as I tumbled out of my bed and darted out of the dormitory silently. Only a quick glance back reassured me that none of my dormmates had awoken. The stairs were cool and as I sat on them, staring at the windows that overlooked the deep of Black Lake, I thought. I rested my head on the stone wall, my legs tucked to my chest. Even though I was cold, and I laid against the cool stone, I didn't notice.

Help him? Why do I need to help him? What's wrong that I need to help? He said he didn't want to kill anyone... who was he going to kill?

My mind raced with who he would have to kill. Who does the Dark Lord want dead? Potter. Of course, Potter. But it didn't make sense to me. My next guess was Dumbledore, but I quickly tossed that thought from my mind. Dumbledore was too powerful to be taken down by a sixth year. Who? My mind raced to all of the Slytherin's that could have angered the Dark Lord. But I came up short. Only I, to my knowledge had failed a mission. Was it me? No, Draco had plenty of opportunities to kill me on the Astronomy tower. Opportunities that wouldn't have linked him to my death.

All night I sat staring at the depths of the lake. Not even the squid bothered to keep me company. How would Draco need saving?

And no plans on how to help him came to mind. I had never helped anyone before.

And through the entire night, I came to one conclusion.

I was selfish.

The sun rose only a few short hours later, and I was the first in the showers. But everything was a blur. It was Saturday. No classes today. No rush.

My wet hair flopped against my back as I made my way back to the Common Room, nearly running into Draco Malfoy on my way through the door.

"Oops," I said, stepping out of the way. He seemed panic striken as he saw me. "Sorry."

"What are you doing up?"

"Couldn't sleep," I said simply. "Where are you going? Breakfast doesn't start for another hour."

"Uh, I got to check the owlery," he obviously lied. "I'll see you at breakfast."

I watched him walk off, not even waiting for a response. "Yeah, sure."

He walked briskly in the opposite direction of the owlery, but I didn't bother to correct him. Instead, I did what Slytherin's do best. Sneak around.

I followed him a few dozen paces behind, hiding behind the statues whenever he'd stop and glance over his shoulder, or look down an intersecting hallway. I lost him on the seventh floor, between the fourth and fifth crossing corridor. I sighed and turned, making my way back to the Common Room to dry my hair. I'd ask him about his 'letter' later. Though I didn't really see what right I had to inquire. I wasn't his girlfriend - I nearly gagged at the thought. And I wasn't his sister or cousin. Mum was a 'Claw and a halfblood from Ireland - hence her red hair. Dad was a halfblood - who's line was distinctly southern French. Malfoy was northern french and German.

How could I find out what my dream meant, without revealing my true intent?

Thanks to SlytherinBaby98 for the idea and her sister:P (You guys are really keeping me motivated about this story:P) Review, everyone, please?

Read my disclaimer in the previous chapters... I don't feel like typing it again(:

- Wynde