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It was all being explained to the three Hogwarts students. Their ghosts either listening to Dumbledore, drawing pictures in the air, or finally being able to eat a lemon drop, but then spitting it back out as it turned sour.

I was lying on the floor, my head resting on Draco's feet as I drew pictures on the ceiling with my finger. I didn't really feel like listening to Pad at this moment. I've already heard it all. He was just repeating all the information he gave us last night. Being Solid, Connected to an intelligent student, blah blah blah. The usual. I lazily let my arm fall to the floor with a loud 'thump', not caring if I was interrupting the Headmaster.

Draco was obviously interested in this 'Connected' thing, and pulled his feet out from beneath my head. I grimaced as the back of my skull hit the floor. I pinched Draco's leg, satisfied to hear a soft 'Ow' from him. He rubbed his leg as I grinned at the ceiling.

Ten minutes later, I was waving to Battery and Orange, who were both going in separate directions with their Connectee's, and followed the blond boy down the hallway. I gave him a side long glance as I suddenly jumped in from of him and walked backwards. He didn't seem in the least bit surprised and just watched me, with what I'm guessing is his waiting face.

We stared at each other as we walked down the halls, him motioning with his hand when I needed to turn.

The Art of Staring Contests:

#1: Be placed in an area that does not have wind blowing in your face.
#2: Sit on a comfortable chair, though not too comfortable that you fall asleep with your eyes open (although that's a good plus when your opponent doesn't know)
#3: Keep your eyes open for as long as you can
#4: Don't have staring contests while walking backwards...always a no-no.

He didn't even give me a little bit of a warning before somebody ran into me from behind. I pitched forward into Snowball who steadied himself more then me, and held myself up by hanging onto his arms. I finally stood up the whole way and turned around to see who ran into me.

Nobody. I'm not kiddin. There was nobody in the hallway. I turned back around and peeked over Draco's shoulder, thinking the person picked himself back up and rushed off without a word, but no, Nothing.

...So...I ran into Air? Interesting, didn't know I could do that. Oh wait, I do that all the time. Everybody does.

"Would you mind not tripping over absolutely nothing and falling into me again."

Draco's voice knocked me out of my musings and I slowly looked up at him...and blinked...And then immediately burst out laughing.

"What do you find so amusing?"

I caught my breath, pointed at the area around his head and then gasped out. "Have you looked into a mirror lately?" Before laughter took over my lungs again.

His eyes grew wide and a mirror magically appeared in his hand from one of his dress pockets. I stopped and gaped at him. He actually had a hand mirror hidden in his clothes...Cool! I want one like that. Except with my luck I'll probably hide it in my back pocket and when I sat down I'd have seven years of bad luck.

My chuckles started up again as The Pink Haired Prince of Slytherin himself started cursing and yelling up a storm. Yep you heard me 'Pink Haired'. Along the way of trying to figure out who that mystery person was, they managed to turn Draco's hair a hot pink. Can I call him the Pink fuzzy Slipper now? I think Fuzzy shall suffice.

A loud Guffaw erupted from behind me and Draco glared over my shoulder a the culprit. I turned slowly still chuckling as a ghostly form came into view. It was obviously the ghost Peeves, the poltergeist, that I had been warned about. There was no other ghost that would have turned Draco's hair pink...other then me that is.

"Turn it back." Draco spat out.

Peeves floated on his back leisurely, and motioned towards Dracos hair. "No, I think I rather like this color on you, Ferret."

"If you don't turn it back this instant I'll-"

"You'll what? Try and turn me into a toad? Ooo or try to even cast a spell on me. It'll never work, you should know that by now, Ferret."

Where's he getting this Ferret name from? Hmmm. Seems like Fuzzy and me are gonna have a long chat tonight before bed.

"I'll sic my Ghost on you."

I gaped at Draco. "Say what Now? You will not be doing any such thing. And you can't order me around."

Laughter filled the hall after my small rant of confusion. "You mean this puny little thing? Oh, you make me laugh Ferret. So hard in fact, I think that I'll give her a go at letting her try and hit me. Let my lungs burst from seeing her try."

I turned towards Draco, my face not showing any anger what so ever, and the only thing I could come up with was, "Did he just call me Puny?"

"I believe he just did."

I shrugged. "Not like it was an actual insult. Puny actually does describe me. Ya know, Short and all. But I can pack a punch." I directed these last words to the Ghost that was mocking me behind me back.

Peeves snorted.

"Now would you please turn Draco's hair back to its perfectiveness so I can go to bed. Being solid most of the day has worn me out. And when I'm plasma and all, I'll still be tired because I didn't get my rest. So, give the pretty boy a makeover of his own color and be done with it already."

I studied the nails on my right hand as I felt the ghosts open gaze on me. "Are you defending him!?" He asked, like it was a crime to defend someone.

"I am in fact."

"Why?"

I opened my mouth, but then closed it again. I could see my Conectee from the corner of my eye, motioning with his hands. Wonder what he's trying to signal me about. Swirling Cotton Candy. The Washing Machine. Or how the Toilets in some countries swirl in a different direction.

Words finally found themselves organized and in my mouth. "I'm not entirely sure actually."

Draco let out a loud aggravated sigh. "Its because we're Connected you Dimwit, and yes, I can control you. Now make him put my hair the way it was."

I groaned, and then puffed out my chest as I faced Peeves. No choice in arguing with him if he's just gonna order me around then.

"Turn his hair back to the color it was or I'll annoy you so much that you'll wish that you had gone on to the Afterlife...Next Life...whater!"

Peeves gave a small sneer and flicked his wrist. I looked over my shoulder and saw that Draco's hair went back to it's original platinum blond.

"Just wait till the Gryffindor's hear your friends with Malfoy!"

And just like that...He was gone. I turned around and was about to ask about the 'ordering around' thing when something utterly funny happened. His hair turned to gold and red stripes.

"Better get that mirror out again."

He didn't even question me and whipped it out, cursing again about 'Bloody Ghosts'.

I'm so in trouble tomorrow if Peeves tells the Gryffindors about my little escapade with the Slytherin. Even if I was connected to him.

The next morning I was carelessly pushed to the floor, the green silk sheets I had been wrapped up in covering my face from view as I groaned softly. I listened as the other occupants of the room got dressed and ready for classes that day. I laid there for twenty minutes thinking they had forgotten me, seeing as they conversed like every other day. Mumbling over parchment that was due, or practicing some kind of spell for homework. I let my eyelids fall back down, and was almost asleep when somebody pulled on the edge of those very comfortable silk sheets. I was rolled out of them and landed back on the floor face up.

Did I mention that the floor was cold.

"Forgot you were here last night." I opened my eyes to see a dark skinned boy leaning down above me, His black hair falling into his dark eyes. "Thought this was just a pile of Draco's blankets that he oh so carelessly threw to the floor while sleeping."

"I was oh so carelessly threw to the floor, but not while he was asleep." I mumbled out, rubbing my eyes.

"Of course not while I was asleep. And who could forget she was here last night with all her tossing and turning." Draco strolled through the Dorm room door, throwing a damp towel down onto his bed. He scowled down at me. "Thought you said you were tired yesterday from being solid all day?"

I slowly sat up. "Did I say that? What I meant to say was that 'I'm tired but always restless when going to bed.' Only other time I'm not restless when trying to get to sleep is when I've been doing hyper activities all day. Like when I dug holes at Camp GreenLake." I saw the confused looks on their faces. "Don't ask."

The boy above me, who I now remembered was Blaise Zabini, held his hand out to me. I looked from his held out hand, to the one that still held those silky sheets, and back again. I glanced at his face which held amusement, I'm guessing he's been watching where my eyes were wandering, Back down to the sheets, and then to the empty open hand. It took three seconds for me to decide that I wanted the sheets. I pulled them from his grasp, pulled them over me, and then rolled so they formed a cocoon around me.

Blaise snickered as I sighed in contempt. From my line of sight, I could see him pull his bag onto his bed, and then sat himself down onto it. He just sat there and watched me.

And watched me.

And watched me.

"Do I look like a side show to you?" My voice muffled from underneath the sheet.

He shrugged and shook his head. His eyes glinted as his head turned upwards and to the left, by my feet. I shuffled slightly so I could see what he was glinting at. Draco stood there, hands on his hips, and looking very annoyed.

"Dammit Woman! Would you get your lazy ass up and off the floor. Do something girly for once instead of just laying there."

I pulled the green softness away from my face with slight difficulty. "I am doing something girly in case you haven't noticed. I'm catching up on my beauty rest. But if you don't think that's girly-" I unrolled myself from the sheet and stood up cocking my hip to the side and holding my hand out while fluttering my eyelashes. "Like, how's this. Too like, girly for you. If its not, like, girly enough then I'll just, like, put some mascara on just for like, you." I flaunted off, shaking my butt as I got to the dorm room doorway, and then took off down the hall.

I could hear laughter following me from Blaise. All I got out of the Slytherin Prince was a few chuckles.

I was about halfway down a different hallway when I finally figured out that I had no entire clue where I was going. I looked down. Looks like I'm also far enough away from Draco that I'm see through again. I spun around in circles with my arm out. I stopped, looked at where my hand was pointed at, and took off in that direction. There were three doors.

"Eenie Meanie Meiny Mo, Catch a Tiger by its toe, if he hollers let him go, Eenie Meanie Meiny Mo...Door number two it is."

I walked through the door, and was disappointed to find an empty room. Not like, empty of all things, but just of people. It had five, four poster beds spread out around the room, trunks at the end of each bed. A black cat was asleep on one of them, and a dancing figurine on a bed side table. I frowned and backed out of the door. I went to the next door. And it was exactly the same as the other, except for random odds and ends. Like clothes on the floor and there wasn't a cat on the bed. I double frowned and left for the hallway again.

"Well, three times a charm."

I could hear them before I could see them. Well, duh! There was a door between us. But let me mention this right now, I did not know the voices. I put my ear to the door and listened.

"Mac would you back off, its my turn!"

"Go find another one John!"

"I was here first"

"Merlin, would both of you knock it off!"

"Please do, it sounds like geese during mating season."

I screwed my face up and whispered, "What the hell." Who uses that kind of analogy.

Apparently the three people in the room though the same thing because it turned silent...At least until the fighting over the invisible item was restarted. I slowly pushed my head through the door and almost laughed at the sight before me. They were fourteen year olds, and fighting over a mirror!

None of the four took notice to me as I leaned up against the wall next to the closed door. I smirked as I listened to their bantering of how to properly style hair. Was that water they were using? And were they actually trying to spike their hair with it?

I covered my mouth as I stiffled my laugh. All four of the boys froze, and then turned ever so slowly towards me. My smirking face was met with four blank stares.

"Ever tried hair gel before?"

Apparently not.

Blaise and Draco found me ten minutes later, explaining the uses of Hair Gel to the fourteen year olds. I had just been finishing off John's hair, making it into a Mohawk, as they pushed open the door blurting out and asking if they had seen a girl who was wearing Muggle clothes and looked like Malfoy. It was only after their detailed description of me did they take notice of me standing in the middle of the circle of boys.

And of course, they dragged me outta there as soon as they saw the boys looks. I didn't actually see their faces, but Blaise said they looked like love sick puppies. Cute, boys who had crushes on me. The three of us argued all the way down to breakfast on whether they would do my bidding or not. It was as soon as we got o the Big doors that I finally remembered what had transpired the day before with Peeves.

I glanced at the boys at either side of me. "Be ready for a yelling match of some sort."

Blaise looked at me suspiciously. "Why?"

"You'll soon find out."

Draco was the one who answered. He gulped, making his Adams Apple bob up and down. I quickly shuddered, and looked over at Draco at the same time he looked at me. We silently agreed that we were entering Hell.