AN: Chapter 9 is here! In which Alyssa gets in trouble - again. :) Harry Potter 7 Part 1 comes out today! I was going to go see it with some friends of mine, but scheduling conflicts with family have rendered my plans cancelled. :( I am incredibly disappointed, but hopefully I can go soon. Anyone else going to see it? :) And these family plans may also impede my ability to update until Sunday - but I'll try!

9

Alyssa

"Welcome back, fifth years! Now, as your OWLs are this year, we must take extra care to pay attention…"

"I don't think I missed the prattling of Flitwick," I muttered to Taylor, snickering.

"I have to agree. Though his class can be cool, I don't know why he just blabs." She said back, and I giggled under my breath.

"Something you'd like to share, girls?" The professor looked at us expectantly, and we shook our heads no.

"Pay attention. I can't bother to fail you, girls." He said, before shaking his head and turning to ramble off to the blackboard.

"Why are we even here when we could be skipping?" Ron muttered, leaning across to talk to me from beside Taylor. He was sitting with Harry, and Hermione was, of course…

Up front, being her boring old self and COPYING WHAT FLITWICK WAS SAYING.

*coughNERDcough*.

"I dunno. But I'm starting to wish we hadn't come," I whispered, grinning.

"We could leave separately, say we're going to the bathroom, and just go outside," Taylor suggested, shrugging.

"Too obvious. He'll know something's up if we all just decide we have to piss," I muttered, motioning with my head to the teacher.

"If you have something to say, why don't you tell the whole class?" Flitwick stated too loudly for his little body. He stared at us, with what he must have thought was menace.

But it was more funny than threatening.

"No sir," Harry said, smiling politely.

"Than I suggest you ALL pay attention, or it will be detention!" With that, he turned to the board to write on it with magical chalk.

"Bonehead," Ron breathed.

"Yep," I agreed, nodding like a bobble-head.

Just than, something bounced off the back of my head.

"What the hell…?" I turned around, and saw a ball of crumpled up paper on the floor. Picking it up, I smoothed it out.

It was a picture of Harry, walking repeatedly into the Whomping Willow, and getting beat constantly, being repeated over and over again.

I turned around, and saw who had thrown it.

I flipped Malfoy off, and heard Flitwick yelling at me that I had detention behind me while I saw him sneer. My insides curled with hate towards Draco. Why was it that he always got me into trouble, just so that HE wouldn't?

"NOW look what you've gone and done, Anaya!" Malfoy screeched at me as we ran down the hall. It was third year; and we were running because he had run into me while I was roaming the castle. At the same time, Filch's cat found us. So, we were running from Filch.

"ME? You were the one yelling so loud the cat couldn't help but come see!"

"You were the one running into things!"

"SHUT UP! You WANT Filch to find us?" We ran around the corner, and he slipped, falling on some water leaking from Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.

"Anaya! Give me a bloody hand, or so help me I'll snitch you out!"

"Bloody freaking hell…" I muttered, before skidding and turning around to give him a hand up.

"You could say thanks, you know," I snapped when he got up and walked ahead of me without saying anything.

"Thanks." He snapped, but I shushed him.

"You just said-"

"SHH!" I listened in the quiet, and heard what I had heard before.

"Shit! Go!" I ran full speed around the corner, jumping over the puddle. Not waiting to see if Malfoy was keeping up, I found a broom cupboard, and dashed in. I was just about to shut the door, when-

"Wait for me!" I heard him whisper, and than he slammed into me, pushing me into the back wall. The door shut tight, and it was entirely dark.

The only sound was our laboured breathing, as we heard footsteps outside the door.

"Must have run off to their Common room, my sweets," He cooed to his cat, before he stalked off.

"I think he's gone. Open the door, retard." I whispered, waiting for the light to flood into the small space.

"Well, I WOULD open the door, but it won'tBUDGE." The door groaned as he leaned hard against it, trying to break it open.

"Move. It takes a woman's touch. Not some boy's destructive hand." I moved in front of him, and twisted the knob.

It was locked.

"Oh shit." I muttered. My wand had been left in my room.

And his was in the Common room.

"Stop your snickering, Mr. Malfoy. You'll be doing detention as well." A smile went to my face, for two different reasons.

One: FINALLY, Draco was having to serve for the trouble he had served AND been caught for.

Two: He wouldn't be with me to cause me emotional pain.

"And you will both come to my office tonight at eight o'clock."

"Oh, shit." I swear we both said it at the same time. Taylor laughed under her breath.

And Harry and Ron just looked at her like she was crazy; than looked at me with sympathy.