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Warning: Thanks for your reviews. I like reviews. Warning: You saw it happen, and all the warnings previously are up here. I'm too lazy to get the, Cutting, Drugs (not yet, well i'm not sure, but its been contemplated), Parvati/Harry, Ginny's being a bitch, sorry. My unauthorized vulgar language, sorry. I had a horrible start for the new year. Sorry for the big delay. I feel so sceptical and sarcastic nowadays.

A/N: monks, thank you for the introduction to Senses Fail. They are my new favourite banddd! All thanks to you! Guess what? I love The Irony Of Dying On Your Birthday, Bloody Romance, and Choke On This. Really awesome songs. Really awesome band. Thanks. And Thanks to TaraLi.

HARRY'S POV

Harry mumbled an apology, and pulled himself up. He held out a hand for Hermione who took it gratefully. He turned to Parvati, but she scowled and pulled herself up. Taken aback, he looked at Hermione who avoided his gaze.

"Umm…" He looked from one to the other, thoughtfully. Parvati looked fixedly at her feet. Hermione looked up at Harry uneasily and shook her head a fraction. Frowning, Harry took in a deep breath and let it out.

"I'm leaving." Parvati finally said, and she walked past Hermione, not looking at Harry once. Harry clenched his teeth.

"Leave it." Hermione whispered, putting a hand on Harry's arm. "We were just talking about you." Hermione told him, after a moment. Harry looked at Hermione, questioningly.

"Exactly what were you saying about me?" He asked, slowly.

PARVATI'S POV

Avoid his gaze, don't look him in the eyes, and he won't notice a thing, Parvati told herself repeatedly as she went into a run. How rude of him, crashing into her like that.

Slowing down to a walk, she started up a staircase. Her hand on the banister, her mind flew over what she had been talking to Hermione about.

"Do you know about Ginny and Harry breaking up over you?" had been the first words to come out of Hermione's mouth. Parvati had been momentarily stunned, not sure of what to say.

"Over me? Oh come on, you can't be serious." Parvati had let out a small,uneasy laugh. Hermione shook her head. Guilt piled at the pit of Parvati's stomache (a/u: Stomache is how we spell it in Canada).

"And, you've been acting quite strange for a few days now." Hermione went on, but Parvati remembered the look she had received from the bushy haired girl.

"Oh, it's nothing, I've just haven't been feeling well." Parvati said, airily. She silently congratulated herself on her easiness and coolness with the situation.

Hermione had frowned, and leaned against the wall. She had crossed her arms. She stared at Parvati for some time.

Getting uncomfortable, Parvati cleared her throat and stood up from her chair.

"I...if that's it, then I might as well get going."

"No, there's more. Don't you want to know how obsessed Harry is with you the past few days?" Parvati wondered if Hermione was trying to get Parvati to fess up about something. Puzzled, Parvati shook her head.

"Why should I, Granger. I don't care about Potter or Weasel." Parvati let a hint of impatience slip into her voice. She started towards the door. In all honesty, Parvati wanted to know, but…

"Actually, I think you do." Hermione's eyes narrowed.

"Well you're wrong." Parvati said, sneering.

"No, I can't be-" Parvati lost it, and let out a frustrated yell.

"You can't expect ALWAYS to be right, Granger!" she had shouted before starting to stomp away from Hermione.

"But Parvati-" She reached to grab Parvati when-

"Ooomph!" Parvati felt someone run into her, and she fell backwards onto Hermione, who hit the ground as well. She looked up and caught emerald eyes. Not him. Anyone but him.

Run.

Wringing her hands, Parvati looked around the empty corridor. She felt lost. She turned around to go back to where she came when the staircase she had been on moved and she nearly toppled over.

"Woah!" She caught her balance and swallowed, looking around the strange hallway. She frowned looking around for a familiar route. None whatsoever. Actually it reminded her of-

"Padma, over here. I need you to help me with the Charms Essay and-Why did you change your clothes?" A voice asked and Parvati whipped around her eyebrows raised. It was her sisters best friend. Some gossip addicted prostitute. Now Parvati was just being a hypocrite.

"Umm…I'm not-" She started, but the words died at her lips.

"Oh, It doesn't matter, I just need some help. Ugh, you're dressed like your queer sister!" The girl let out a shrill laugh. Parvati scowled. Queer was she?

"I don't want you to be my friend anymore. You're rude. She is my sister after all!" Parvati hissed, the idea in her mind making her want to smirk. Her sisters friend's eyes immediately watered up. Kill her sisters life. Not physically but-

"Oh, I'm sorry! Padma, don't be mad at me. I mean, Parvati's just as close to me as you are!" She whined, now tugging relentlessly on Parvati's sleeve. What a suck up! It was almost pathetic.

Parvati, feeling smug, pushed past the whining tagalong and looked around the hallway for a way out. After all, when your sister comes to you for help, you don't exactly call them a bitch and tell them to get a life.

Which is what Padma had done to her.

"Leave me alone." muttered Parvati to the girl now bawling loud tears.

"Wh-why-I've been your best –f-friend since-"

"I don't really care." Parvati hissed in mono tone. This girl was really starting to piss her off. The pleading sensation in her left wrist had returned.

"Fine! You're really acting like a prat, you know that!" the girl blurted out, through her snivelling tears. Parvati scoffed.

"Really nice to know."

"I-I bet you're not even Padma! You're just acting like her aren't you! You're really Parvati!" There was realization dawning on the bitch's face and Parvati quickly made a decision. She pulled out her wand and hissed a memory charm on the girl's mind, which glazed over.

"P-Padma what are you-"

"Stupefy." Good enough. There was a thud as the girl hit the ground. Kicking her aside, Parvati stuffed her wand back into her pocket and proceeded down the hallway, a look in her eye no one could have interpreted.

"Padma, I've been looking all over for you!" Oh no, not another one.

"What is it?" Parvati spat, at the approaching figure. Wait, Parvati recognized that flaming red hair and-

"Padma, the plan is back in action."

"Weasel." The word escaped her lips in just below a whisper.

"What?" Weasley mustn't have heard as her oblivious expression grew curious.

"Nothing, Ginny." Parvati forced her voice to sound perky.

"Well, you know the plan that Hermy called off?'

Hermy. That was catchy.

Parvati nodded, not bothering to open her mouth.

"Well, it's back on." Ginny was sneering now. Parvati resisted the temptation to roll her eyes outwardly.

"Yay." She said, with forced enthusiasm.

"Well you do know what-why are you dressed like Patil?"

"Well she is my sister you know, Carrot Top." CARROT TOP? Was that all she could have thought off? Her arm was now tingling for the rush of blood.

"Touchy touchy, what happened to you?" Ginny muttered, raising an eyebrow.

"Just a bad day." Parvati muttered.

"Right well, if you start feeling better, just to let you know, the Gryffindor Common Room is that way, and once you decide to play along with Hermione and I, just go ahead there with…those clothes. Seems like you'd already thought about it!" Ginny grinned.

Parvati's mind shut down, going completely blank. All planning against her. All against her. Working up on ways to hurt her, emotionally. All of them. All an act.

She didn't even hear Ginny's words as she quickly swept past Ginny, her eyes dry, towards the way Ginny had pointed.

"I'm not fucking Padma, Weasel." She shouted, surprisingly loudly. She heard a gasp behind her and she paid no attention to it.

She needed pain. Now. Anything, to clear her mind completely. Anything.

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