AN: Big update today! I'm sorry for not being able to post anything for the last few days - no internet where I was. :( But here's the next six chapters, to get caught up! And how was Harry Potter? Anyone go see it? :)

11

Alyssa

'I'm not afraid

To take a stand

Everybody

Come take my hand…'

I picked up my phone from my pocket, looking at the caller ID before answering it.

"Hello?"

"…"

All I heard was silence, then in the background of the call, I heard a familiar voice go, "How the bloody hell do you use this thing?"

I heard wind, then Harry's voice.

"Sorry. I can't convince Ron how to use the cell phone. Has Taylor found you? She was looking for you."

"Um…Yeah, she's standing right in front of me… Hey-how did you even manage to get through to me? I thought the school had some crazy electronics blocker or whatever."

"Dunno." In my mind, I could see him shrugging.

"Um…O,kay." I looked at my phone with a confused look, than snapped it shut and looked up at Taylor.

"Who are you looking at?" I asked, turning to see where she was gazing. Some First year was sitting behind me, reading a book with which I couldn't see the title.

"He looks like my mother." She hissed, and I gaped at her.

"As in, the one you never really knew but died when you were younger?"

She glared sarcastically at me. "No shit, Sherlock!"

"Well, sorry! Just saying!" I rolled my eyes, than stood up. "Why are you looking for me, anyways?"

She looked at the kid for a few seconds longer, and then turned to me.

"I thought you were in detention with Malfoy and Flitwick, but Harry said you didn't have that until eight, and I figured you had disappeared off the face of the earth…"

As she explained, my eyes widened. I looked at my watch.

"SHIT!"

Madame Pince, the librarian, looked at me with daggers so sharp they could have gone right through me to the next person.

"I only have an hour to go eat. I have to go!" I ran by her, and she turned around as I went by her to stare at me wide eyed.

"Girl has issues…" I heard her mutter.

After stuffing some food down my throat, and rushing to my room to get my books put away from the day, I went downstairs to the Common Room. As I walked through it towards the door, I saw Malfoy come through the portrait, glare at me, then jog up the stairs to his room. I gazed after him, then realizing what I was doing, shook my head, and left.

I walked down the halls, getting closer to losing my free night without homework. With no doubt, I would never get this chance again; and I was wasting it on detention with Malfoy.

"By the look on your face, I'm just about as happy about this as you are." A voice materialized beside me, and I looked over to see Draco looking at me, disgusted.

"You can say that again. God, why does that goddamned teacher have to torture me so?" I muttered, looking up to the sky where God was most likely having a good laugh at me.

"You? I'm the one stuck with you." He sighed with disgust. As we walked side by side, I snuck a peek from the corner of my eye to see him dazing off into space, thinking aimlessly most likely.

He must have sensed my gaze, because he suddenly turned his head to look at me.

"What are you looking at, blood traitor?" He snarled, and I blushed, turning away so fast I almost gave myself whiplash. I tried so hard not to be offended; he did those things all the time. But still, I could feel the tears of embarrassment leap to my eyes.

It was silent for a second, than he scoffed.

"Crying? I thought you were better than that. But apparently you're just a little, pathetic girl."

I stopped, causing him to stop with smugness.

"You know what? Why don't you just shut your pie-hole, because nobody cares or gives a damn about the shit that comes out of your mouth. You may speak big, but on the inside, you're just a pathetic, stupid little boy banging on the closet door." I walked ahead of him, only to have him yank me back by the arm. His face was inches from mine as he growled at me.

"Watch who you're talking to, Anaya. One of these days, you're going to regret what you said, and it's going to come back and bite you in the ass." He squeezed my arm tighter, then let go, practically throwing me to the ground.

Full of fury, I picked myself up, and ran to meet him.

"Hey, Malfoy?" I asked in my sweetest voice.

He turned around.

When we walked into the Charms classroom, Professor Flitwick was sitting at his desk on top of the usual stack of books. He looked up from the parchment he was writing on, and gasped.

"Mr. Malfoy! What happened to you?" He tottered off the pile of books, to come waddle over to us. Malfoy had gotten what he deserved…

A black eye.

He breathed sharply through his teeth, horrified at being seen that way.

"Nothing." He hissed, flexing his hands into fists.

"Well, than you can go to the Infirmary after you're done here." He nodded to me, than motioned to the room.

"You'll be cleaning the class, by hand. There will be no magic, so please hand me your wands." I passed him mine, but it took a little bit for Draco to hand Flitwick his.

"Get to work." After that, he left the room for me to deal with Draco and his 'issues'.

Joy.

"God, I can't believe he took my wand with him. If he had left it on that desk…" He started prattling and muttering obscenities about the teacher and what he would do with his wand to this class, but I didn't say anything and just got to work, making sure to chuck a brush at Malfoy before turning around and grinning to myself.