AN: So its been a few… years. Sorry. Life happened I guess. But I found some extra time and I started reading my fic and I decided that I like it and want to finish it. My profuse apologies to anyone who started reading this a long time ago. Anyway I hope someone reads it. Enjoy. This chapter is a little boring but I'm trying to get back into it. I promise I have a lot of twists and turns in store. Enjoy!

Makes Me Wonder

Pheona stalked the halls of Hogwarts, fuming as she tried to manage her thoughts. Draco knew her secrets, quite possibly every one of them. She had to talk to him and find out how much he had read, without giving him the chance to ask any questions, or find out anything else. In order to do this, her plan would have to be one of stealth and perfection. Roaming the halls, ideas started to form themselves in her jumbled mind. Finally, as she heard the bell ring in a distant and overpowered part of her mind, Pheona chose her plan and decided to put it into action later that night. After tucking her motives away in the dark of her psyche, Pheona headed towards the Great Hall. With everything that had happened that day, she had forgotten about the trivial things, like meals and classes that fill a normal student's day.

After taking a deep breath, and sorting out a lie to tell to her new friends, Pheona walked into the bustling hall and took her seat next to Ron, who instantly turned a bright shade of red at the sight of her. Everyone had already started digging into the day's meal, making Pheona realize just how late she was. Expectedly, without skipping a beat Hermione demanded that Pheona explain her absence in her classes for half the day. Clearly Ron and Harry had ratted her out. Trying to avoid her new friends' ravaging questions, Pheona stuffed a large forkful of meat into her mouth, nearly choking herself but allowing for the desired effect of extra time to think.

"I'm sorry Hermione, I was feeling ill after I spoke with Professor Snape, and instead of coming to class I just went straight to Madame Pomfrey. She gave me some sort of potion for nausea and sent me off to bed. I didn't mean to make you worry" Pheona finally replied, trying to sound as innocent and sincere as possible, and hoping that Hermione hadn't gone to their dormitory between classes.

The frown on Hermione's face turned into its reflection, the disappointed creases between her brows softening. Hermione apologized for doubting Pheona, seemingly satisfied with her answer and continued to munch on a brightly decorated piece of chocolate cake. Harry and Ron continued their conversation that was interrupted by Pheona's entrance.

"So Harry when are you going to hold try outs for a new Chaser?" Ron asked, mouth full, allowing everyone to see the half chewed potatoes rolling around in his mouth.

"In the middle of this week, I think. I really want to get it done as soon as possible so we can begin real practice. With everything that happened last year, I want to make sure that our team is up to par." Harry replied. Harry was once again the Gryffindor captain, and although his friend's abilities were not the most admirable, he was determined to make a star out of Ron yet.



Poking at the unwanted food on her plate, Pheona eyes scanned the room, stopping at an empty spot at the Slytherin table. Draco seemed to be skipping out on dinner, something that could work to her advantage. Suddenly, Pheona's attention was caught by the boys' normal and seemingly dull conversation. "Try outs for what again?" She asked feigning polite curiosity.

"For a chaser for the quidditch team." Harry answered. "We need to find someone soon so we can start shaping the team up."

Pheona quieted again, seemingly uninterested, while the boys continued to measure up potential new members for the team.

"What about the third year, Ned. I've seen him on a broom Harry. He's quick and he's got style." Ron's manners continued to disgust the girl sitting across from him.

"Ned Barnabey?" Hermione asked as she tried not to gag from the sight of half of a cow trying to make its escape from Ron's mouth. "You don't want him on your team. He's too full of himself, always prancing around like he's something to see."

"Hermione, you don't understand, the game isn't about the people, it's about the skill. Who cares if the kid's a prat, if he can fly and score well, that's all we need to know." Ron argued. Hermione rolled her eyes, unhappy with the statement that she could not understand something as simple and stupid as quidditch. She chucked a piece of broccoli at Ron's head, which he immediately shoved in his mouth, and turned to Lavender, striking up an uninteresting conversation about an essay due later in the week.

"Does Hogwarts have brooms you can borrow ?" Pheona asked, finally coming out of her reverie. The boys looked at her curiously, as they had forgotten that she was part of the conversation, wondering why she would need a broom.

"Yeah, but they're ratty old things that will get you nowhere. Why, are you thinking about trying out?" Harry quipped, since Ron still seemed to be having trouble making his mouth work correctly around the new girl.

"I was thinking about it, if that's okay. My dad was a chaser when he was at Hogwarts, he wasn't too shabby either, or so I'm told. I have some of his knack I think. And a little fresh air is exactly what I need."

"Your dad went to Hogwarts?" Ron asked, only barely keeping himself from turning red. "I thought you were from America."

"I was born here, my parents are British, but I grew up in America. And now I'm back." Pheona replied vaguely, absently poking the potatoes on her plate.

"Did your parents finally decide how much they missed the country they grew up in and dragged you back with them?" Harry asked, truly curious.



"Yeah something like that." Pheona answered. With a sigh she stood up, fork clattering to the plate, grabbed her bag and abruptly left the hall, all while mumbling something about not feeling well and giving her apologies.

"That was weird" Harry wondered out loud, watching Pheona's back as she rushed from the Great Hall. "I wonder if it was something we said."

"I don't know mate. She said something about not feeling well, so I guess that's it. Pretty little thing though isn't she?" Ron quipped, failing to dismiss Harry's concern.

At this last thought, Hermione, mid conversation with Lavender, spun round to glare at Ron. But instead of noticing Hermione's irritation, Ron was busy watching the entrance to the hall, waiting to see if Pheona would come back, maybe for a quick dessert, or a not so quick snog. Hermione's irritation only grew because of this fact, causing her to jab Ron in the shin as she removed herself from the table.

"Crap Hermione, watch what you are doing. I think I may have a bruise." Ron exclaimed, oblivious to Hermione's true intentions. Hermione nearly stared at the red headed boy and with a humph followed Pheona's footsteps out of the hall and up the stairs to the Gryffindor tower.

"What the hell is wrong with her?" Ron asked, annoyed and utterly hopeless to the understanding of the inner workings of a woman's mind.

Realizing exactly what was wrong with her Harry just sighed and shrugged, hoping that Ron would someday come to his senses.

Draco's stomach growled as he walked beside the quiet lake, trying to make sense of the girl who was conquering his thoughts. Earlier that day he had saved her, he was her knight in shining armor, but instead of repaying him with the much anticipated sexual favor, she merely looked at him and walked away without even so much as a thank you. Confused by the memory, Draco soon decided that being nice to the little Gryffindor not only was proving to only work against him, but it was a waste of his time and energy. It was time to just use her as he pleased so he could move on with his life. He had better things to worry about then a stupid girl and her silly secrets.

Draco's steps quickened as he became more enraged with the thought of the ungracious girl. Deep in thought he didn't notice the person walking just as speedily towards him. Soon enough Draco was ripped from his thoughts when he heard the crunching of grass, as a determined girl marched towards him. It took him a few seconds for Draco to realize that it was the girl he was thinking about that just so happened to be coming towards him with a frown across her face. During the two seconds it took Draco to assess the situation, Pheona had closed the gap between them and was staring Draco right in the eye. One look at the expression on her face made Draco close his eyes and prepare to duck as he saw the inevitable slap coming. But instead of a hand stinging his cheek, he felt soft lips hungrily enclosing his.