AN: I have been thinking of the place of Voldemort and the Death Eaters in this story and I have decided: Voldemort is dead, but there are still Death Eaters that desperately want to restore the Pureblood regime.

"No one's perfect, Hun." He told her
"I know,' the little girl said. 'But I want to be the closest thing to it."
"And what's that?"
"Skinny."

BEEP BEEP BEEP! My alarm clock sounds and I smack the off button with a groan. Since I haven't had the chance to unpack yet I grab my wand off my nightstand and unshrink my clothes. They are still somewhat folded from when I packed them originally, but it soon becomes a messy heap as I dig for some running gear.

Finally finding and changing into a tshirt and some running shorts I lace up my shoes and head out the castle. Thankfully, I don't run into anyone; it is still early-the sun is just starting to rise. Picking my speed up into a familiar and comfortable pace I make my way around the Black Lake, the steady pounding of my feet against the grass brings my mind away from the path in front of me and I let my mind wander.

I think of Harry and Ginny and almost burst out laughing at the stupidity of it all; Ginny has liked Harry for as long as I can remember but carefully hid it, and reluctantly tried dating other guys. It is a relief that Harry is taking notice to her and they are finally getting together if Harry's blush in potions the other day was any indication. I don't know how thrilled Ron is going to be, but better Harry than some random Hufflepuff or something. Oh, Ron... I had a crush on him for awhile, and we tried the whole dating thing but it didn't really work out for either of us, and we decided it would be best if we stayed friends. And yeah, the couple of weeks after we "broke up" had been a bit awkward, but Harry had gotten sick of his two best friends hardly speaking to each other and put his foot down. And after that we were back to how we'd always been, realizing how stupid we were being.

When I became Head Girl I didn't realize how much this would affect my friendship with them; even in the past few days we have all been so busy with classes that the only time we have seen each other is mealtimes, and a couple classes. It's not that I'm not allowed into the Gryffindor Common Room, I could go and visit anytime I like, but it just feels strange knowing that it isn't my home anymore.

No, my home included quite a different person than Harry and Ron, but it hasn't been all terrible. Malfoy confuses me, and infuriates me, but we haven't killed each other yet so I'll take that as a positive. As strange as it is, I rather like arguing with him. With Harry and Ron, they would back down to my argument, immediately seeing my logic, and agreeing that whatever I was proposing might be best. But Malfoy on the other hand, he hears my argument, but then refutes is, giving his own logic. I like it, it makes me think. I shake my head at the absurd conclusion that I actually like fighting with Malfoy.

After my second loop around the Black Lake, I figure I've reached about four miles, and start to head back inside. I guess that I still have about an hour til breakfast, so I don't have to worry about bumping into anyone. Taking the stairs two at a time up to the Common Room, I feel energized. I love running, it always starts my day off right. Cheerily I give Melinda the pass word, and step into the Common Room. With a glance up the stairs I see that Malfoy's door is still closed so I pull off my shirt, and wipe the sweat off my face with it.

Over the summer I had run with my neighbor, and best Muggle friend, Alex to help keep him in shape for his cross country season when the school year started, and me in shape for modeling. It had always been blazing hot, so running in a sports bra wasn't really anything out of the ordinary, and Alex and I have been friends for as long as I can remember, so it's not like it had been awkward or anything. I always feel guilty when I think about him; I was never able to tell him about Hogwarts, and it's not that I didn't think he'd understand, I just didn't want anything to change between us.

Stepping into the kitchen, I slide a glass out of the cupboard and fill it with frigidly cold water from the tap, draining it I refill it and down the next one as well. I don't know what possess me, but I fill the next cup and dump it on my head. The arctic temperature water trails through my hair and down my back, instantly cooling my skin. I scrunch my shoulders up to my ears, and let out a paralyzed noise. Ah, cold, cold. I silently laugh to myself and rise and wash the glass to put it away.

Realizing that I do not particularly want to be caught by Malfoy in this state, I dash out of the kitchen and round the corner to head up the stairs.

Oof!

I am flat on the floor and the breath has been knocked out of me. Trying to get some air in my lungs, I attempt to sit up, but my forehead collides with something, and is knocked back onto the ground.

"Oww! Merlin!" Malfoy's face is hovering above mine screwed up in a mixture of pain and annoyance.

"Get off me!" I huff, and shove at his chest. When I realize my hands are on his unshirted chest, I yank them back, and take note of the situation. We are a tangled up mess of arms and legs and he is still in his pajamas, I am still in my running clothes. We are skin on skin, and if anyone walked in right know they would assume some very wrong things.

He gracefully rolls to his feet and offers me his left hand to get up; my jaw drops. Not because he is being nice, but because etched on his arm is the Dark Mark. It probably is silly for me to be shocked; of course he has the Mark, he's was Death Eater. But the Dark Mark that wasn't there yesterday. He follows my gaze and swears under his breath. Pulling his wand out from the back pocket of his pajama pants, he mutters a Disillusionment Charm, and the tattoo fades from sight.

I scramble to my feet and move quickly up the stairs.

"I didn't want it," He calls after me. "I never did."

And with a nod, I head into the bathroom to take a shower.

Once I am out of the shower, I pull out my wand and cast a quick drying spell. The perm that Andy did over the summer is still working its magic because my hair falls in nice springy curls. I swipe a bit of mascara on my eyes, and head into my room to find something to wear. Not really in the mood for my uniform, I decide that I'll just keep my robe on so I can wear some clothes of my own. I pull on a pair of light wash jeans, and a sleeveless beige bohemian-style flowy top with a braided belt, courtesy of Angela.

When I get down to breakfast, I am hungry from my run, but before I can even sit down the same Ugly Owl is pecking me with another note from Delia.

An imperfect body reflects and imperfect person.

After I am through picking with my food, and listening to Ron, Harry, and Ginny discuss the upcoming Quidditch season, I head back up to the room and slip Delia's note in the same book as before, a couple pages later than the first one.

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