Okay, well I know it's super short but I'll be updating more tomorrow. Please R&R. Please? :)

Bare with me, it'll get more interesting.

Twelve.

"Blaze..What happened?"

The poor guy looked like he'd be negleted, covered in coagulated, dried blood. And his -

"Why is your nose so...droopy?"

"You remember when Harry Potter lost his arm in second year?"

Lena scowled. "Who.." she did not finish. That glimmer in Draco's eyes. That was him thinking about this, she realized. "Draco."

"You didn't know? He didn't come to you to claim his prize?" The boy was bitter, she couldn't blame him for it.

"His prize?" she repeated.

"He did it to show me you were his. And nobody elses."

"Blaze. I like you. A lot." She admitted.

"More than Draco?"

"Draco is my best friend, but he cannot rule my life." She paused. "Draco removed your nose?" She couldn't help but giggle.

"Nah, that was somebody trying to help me actually."

Lena sat in the closest armchair. "This is all my fault. I should have warned you."

"We both have secrets we've kept from each other that I'm sure the other would love to know. But they're secret for a reason." He paused. "I guess."

"Wow, Blaze, you come off sooo wise." She smirked.

Blaze leaned his head closer to hers, he was an inch, a centimeter. The stench clouded her nose. She jumped back, knocking the armchair over.

Blaze's head sunk in defeat.

Truthfully, it was hard not to look at his face in disgust. With the amount of blood, filth, and the droopy nose...

"Awkward.." Lena said, laughing, trying to break the silence.

"Sorry," he muttered.

"Uh, nah, don't worry about it. I just, uh," she paused. She rarely couldn't find the right words to say. She breathed slowly and calmed her heart and she focused her eyes on him until he looked up. She smiled. "You've just got a little something on your face right..." she pointed, "here. I'll catch you later though, looks like your nose only needs a little more time."

She bolted before he could speak. The awkward situation clogged the flow of Lena's mind. She couldn't stop feeling like she was acting lame around Blaze. I should have just kissed him...

Ew.

Lena had three essays to finish that morning and afternoon, otherwise, she'd have to miss the ball entirely. She sat in the center of the library- nobody was in there today, they were all readying for the ball.

A blank slate of parchment was laid out in front of her, her dry quill in clasped in her hand. The words wouldn't flow. So many things occupied her mind. The Dark Lord. Draco. Blaze. Pansy. The Ball.

Only the first one mattered at all. Dipping her quill in ink, she forced out three essays that were clearly spaced widely so that the essays were long enough. She put the papers in her messenger bag. As she was setting them between two books, she pulled out a large dark book that she had not opened yet. She had gotten it with all of her other books, but until now, had not considered reading it. She pulled it out, and stealthily put her back to the librarian.

She randomly picked a spot in the middle and opened the book. The book began to quiver and then shake violently. A loud piercing scream hit the silent library in the worst way. She slammed it shut quickly, but the damage was not undone. She heard first, the pattering footsteps of the librarian, and then, the loud thunder of curious steps echoing from the corridor.

Ah, shit.