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On the Pathway to the Quidditch Stadium...
"Hello, Potter." said a cold voice from behind Harry. He whipped around, jerking his wand out. Draco stood there, leaning against a tree. He still had on the mask...

"What do you want, Malfoy?" demanded Harry, keeping his wand out. Draco stared straight into his eyes. Harry felt a tiny shiver of cold desend down his spine. Draco's eyes were colder than ever...

"Listen, and listen good." said Draco, suddenly stepping away from the tree and advancing on Harry. He was so quick that Harry didn't have time to cast a jinx or curse. Draco was suddenly in his face, and when had he grown two to three inches? "Christine is not interested in you. If you stay away from her, I'll leave you alone. If you insist upon invoking upon what is mine, I will have no choice but to arrange an...accident."

"She isn't yours." said Harry, taking one step backward so he could glare at Malfoy better. "Christine is free to choose who she-"

"You stay away!" shouted Malfoy, his eyes blazing and his hands curling into fists. "She is mine!"

"That's it, Malfoy! You can't talk like she's property!" shouted Harry, a purple spell exploding out of his wand and heading straight for Draco's head. Draco barely managed to duck and as he headed back up, he pulled out his own wand.

"Densaugeo!" shouted Harry, but Draco ducked that one with ease. His grey eyes narrowed and he grinned evilly.

"Diffindo!" shouted Draco, and a red bolt of magick flew out of his wand but hit the tree branch above Harry's head. It split in two with a crack and a groan. Draco growled and ducked another curse.

"Expelliarmus!" he shouted, effectively disarming Harry. With a laugh of triumph, he cast Incarcerous, causing Harry to be bound with tight ropes. As Harry lay on the floor, twisting and turning, he glared at Draco. With a smirk, he knelt by Harry's head. He bent his head and hissed into Harry's ear.

"Potter, you can't possibly compete with me. I am just what Christine wants. If you stay away, you will be fine. If not...well, I'll let you imagine the results." He got up to go. "Oh," he continued, turning back. He made eye contact and Harry felt something cold enter his brain. "Christine thinks that you are a terrible dancer. She believes that you are hopeless. And she's going with me to Hogsmeade. That's all." he turned and walked away, leaving Harry on the ground, the cold feeling wrapping itself around his mind.


"Sooooo...who are you going with to Hogsmeade?" demanded Hannah, poking Christine's still form in the side. Christine moaned and turned over, pulling the sheets above her head.

"I can't make a descion!" she said, her voice muffled by the sheets and quilt.

"How can you not make a choice!?" shouted Hannah, throwing herself upon her bed, and staring up at the spinning solar system above her head. "There has to be one that you like more!"

"There isn't..." whispered Christine. Hannah sat up.

"You like them both the same...?"

"Kinda..."

"What do you mean by 'kinda'?" said Hannah, glaring at the sheets covered Christine. Christine suddenly sat bolt upright, and glared at Hannah.

"They're enemies, okay? I don't want to say that I like one person above the other, in case they start to fight, okay? We need them both in the musical." she snapped, glaring at her friend. Hannah held up her hands in a pacifying manner.

"Okay, I get it." Luna suddenly came in, wild-eyed and bushy-headed.

"Oh, Luna, how was-?"

"It's Harry!" she cried, running to Christine's side.

"What...?" wondered Christine.

"They found him near the Quidditch stadium, tied up and gagged. And guess who did it?" She went on, not waiting for an answer. "Draco!"


Several Weeks Later...
Harry picked at his eggs at the breakfast table. He glanced up at the double doors so much that Pavarti asked him if he had a twitch in his neck. Where was she...? Could she really be going with Malfoy...? He glanced up once more and saw Malfoy swept into the room, Pansy attached to his arm. He scowled mightly, and tried to shake her off. She just clung on all the tighter.

"How's detention, Malfoy?" asked Harry, eating a bite of egg. Draco glared at him.

"Not bad." he muttered through gritted teeth. "How's the bruises?" Harry surrptisiously felt his wrists, and the welts that had just started to fade.

"Not bad." snarled Harry. "Anyway, I thought you were going with Christine." Draco jumped a fraction and twisted his head around to see if she had come in.

"I am." he snarled, finally shaking off Pansy. Pansy glared at him and vanished, sniffing audibly. "I-"

"Harry, Harry!" shouted a girl who had just entered the room.

"Luna." said Harry, nodding at her as she skidded to a stop just next to him.

"Christine told me to tell you that she can't make it. Would you be terribly disappointed?" Harry's heart sank. So she was going with Malfoy. But why?

"No, not at all. Tell her that I'll meet her at practice in a few days, will you?" he stood up and left the Great Hall in a sort of daze. Draco gave a smirking smile.

"Where is Christine waiting for me?" he asked Luna, not even looking at her. Luna looked at him, then smiled freakishly.

"She told me to tell you the same thing."


Christine sat next to her window, stroking her owl. He stroked her arm, trying to bring her comfort. She stared out at the grey landscape, and tried not to feel too guilty about standing both boys up. Raoul hooted and Christine jumped. These days, any noise startled her. She half-expected Draco to pop out of any crevice, charming her, then leaving her feeling frightened of the feelings.

Luna walked into the room, and grabbed her cloak. "Are you sure you won't come with me, Chrissy?" she asked, looking concerned at her friend. Christine nodded silently. Luna sighed and walked back out, worried about her friend.

Christine sighed, and picked up a book that her parents had sent her from America, where they had gone on vacation. She picked up where she had stopped. Minutes later, Raoul screeched, and flapped his wings alarmingly. Christine cried out as he launched himself into the air. What she saw through the window caused her to freeze, terror crawling through her heart. A black shadow stood outside of her window, staring at her.

"Get away!" she shouted, running to the window and throwing it open. The black shadow had disappeared. She glanced to the right and left, not seeing anything. Shuddering, she pulled her head back in and closed the window, firmly locking it. She sat back down on her bed, her heart pounding.

"Oh, Raoul," she said as the owl landed on her shoulder. "What am I going to do?"