(A/N) Hi People. I am the happiest person on the Earth. I just got a new computer. The slower, crappier one is in my room. But, hey, I think this one will let me italisize. I'm not going to get over the fact that I can't. But presistance is good, right? Anyways, ENJOY!!

Disclaimers: I don't own anything. Hmmm. I think. I'll have to check to be sure.

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Kittie frowned at her reflection. Her long, dark hair swept down her back. Her eyes scanned her forehead. No bangs. Ginny stuck her head in. "Kit?"

"Hmm?"

"You skipped lunch."

"Yeah. I wasn't hungary."

"Bull. You're not one to spend any amount of time just staring at yourself. What's up?" Ginny shut the door behind her and pushed Kittie back down in her chair. "Well?"

"Do you think it's time for a change?"

"What are you talking about?"

Kittie stared back at her reflection. She crinkled her nose. "I'm tired of waking up every morning just to see the same thing in the mirrior. I want something different." Her reflection narrowed her eyes. "Watch it. It's not exactly a picnic waking up to you, either."

Ginny rolled her eyes. "What did you have in mind?"

"Anything. Just to blow the school's minds."

Ginny cocked her head to the side. "Anything goes?"

"Anything."

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Harry sighed and sat back in his squishy armchair. Ron paced in front of him. "Ron! Stop! You're making me dizzy!"

"Where are they?! Kittie didn't show up for lunch or divination. And Ginny missed Herbology during the same time period, and when the two of them go missing, it's trouble."

"Ron! You're being paraniod!"

"I'm afriad he's right, Harry. Kittie and Ginny are a bad combination, running loose around the school. Their both likely to pull some major pranks, depending on their moods."

"Oh, come on. What could they possibly do?"

"Hack the others' hair off?" Ginny's curt vioce growled behind them. "Ginny!" Ron jumped. "Where were you? Colin told me you didn't show up for Herbology, and-" He stopped as Kittie poked her head out from behind his sister.

"Kittie! What the hell did you do to your hair?!" Harry blurted loudly. She turned pink and stepped out from behind Ginny. "Um...I just...well, you see..."

"She cut it! Do you like it?" Ginny giggled. Harry's jaw fell. Kittie's normally long flowing hair was cut to her shoulder blades. While her hair usually framed her face without bangs, two locks on either side of her face was cut to her cheekbones. She bit her lips and looked down. She looked like a little tomboy.

"Like it?! It's...er...different..." Harry rubbed the back of his neck. Kittie shot him a small smile. "It's alright, Harry. That's what I was going for." She turned to the door and stopped. "Oh, and just to warn you. I agreed to an interview with Rita Skeeter, as long as she left everyone else alone. I'm meeting her now."

Hermione ran after her and Harry and Ron turned to each other. "She's gone insane." Ron breathed.

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Kittie boredly played with the lemon in her tea. Rita's smile began to blind her. She cleared her throat.

"So, Kittie. Can I call you Kittie?"

"No."

"Right, well, Kittie, did you ever attack anyone before?" Kittie fought the urge to roll her eyes and instead looked across the cafe at Hermione and Ginny, whom were both hiding themselves behind their menus. Ginny shook her head.

"Not on purpose. But those nasty vioces sometimes get the best of me..."

Rita's smile disappeared. "Vioces? What vioces?"

"Oh, they never tell me their names. They hardly say anything other than, 'Kill. Kill.'" Kittie hid her smile behind her tea cup, as Rita paled. Ginny and Hermione were both desperatly trying to get her attention. Kittie ignored them. She was going to scare Rita and the rest of the idiots who actually believed her out of their robes.

"Kill? Are they saying anything now?"

"No, they seem to like yo- wait. Please excuse me for a moment. NO! I DON'T WANT TO KILL HER! She's a nice lady!" Kittie yelled at a spot on her shoulder. Hermione and Ginny sank in their chairs, shaking their heads, as a few people turned to look at them. Rita fidgeted, uncomfortably. "Um. K-Ms. Silcia?"

Kittie ignored her and continued to argue with her shoulder. "Ms.Silcia!"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Yes?" Kittie forced her eyes to glaze over and a sweet smile on her face.

"I-I have to go now. Thank you for the interview." Rita quickly grabbed her bag and scampered away. Ginny and Hermione sat in front of her.

"You're crazy! Do you know what that heifer is going to write about you now?!" Hermione groaned.

"Crazy? I'm not crazy. I prefer the term 'mentally unhealthy'."

"Kittie! Drop the act!" Ginny groaned too and put her face in her hands.

"Alright. Alright." Kittie dropped her smile and cocked her eyebrows at the pale girls in front of her. "Will you guys relax? I have my reasons for doing that."

"Kittie, you're incredibly stupid."

"Or smart, but we'll see which by her next article."

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"Kittie! Wait up!" Harry gasped and ran to her side. "What?"

"What do you mean, 'What?'? I'm not allowed to walk you to our next class?"

Kittie shrugged and Harry frowned. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Liar. Tell me, or I'll poke you." He gave her a small poke in her side, threatenly. She giggled.

"It's nothing really, but aren't you supposed to be tutoring someone? Or studying so you can? You actually find time for classes?" She teased. Harry shook his head. "You're mad at me because I'm taking on more time to tutor the first years, than to talk to you, right?"

"Good thinking."

Harry winced. "Right. Well, what do you say to dinner tonight?"

"Why? You'll just cancel by five."

"I deserved that. But seriously. If Hogwarts caught fire and burned to the ground, I wouldn't break it. I swear."

Kittie stopped walking and turned to him. She held out her pinky finger. "Pinky swear that you'll keep this date."

Harry wrapped his own pinky around hers. "Pinky swear. Eight?"

"Meet you in the Three Broomsticks."

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Kittie stared at her reflection. She spun slowly, so that Ginny and Hermione could observe the dress. "Wow. Kittie, I think Harry might have a stroke."

"Don't say it like that. Say something like, 'It's great Kittie. Pretty.' "

Hermione closed her mouth. "But we'd be making the understatement of the year, Kit. You look ready to kill."

Kittie cocked her head at her reflection. Her hair was twisted into several braids and curls that was piled on top of her head. Ginny had put some weird light blue eye liner on her upper lids. She turned her head, and the light glitter caught the light. Her dress was navy blue, and swept down to her ankles, with a slit clear to her hip. The sleeves flared out at the wrists, and the collar showed her collar bone, but not her shoulders. Kittie's reflection wolf-whistled.

"I do not. I look like...someone else."

"Whatever you say, Kittie. But have a nice walk to and back. It being almost the holidays." Ginny sneered. Kittie held back the curtains to look at the small blurries. She groaned.

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Harry looked at the time nervously. Quarter to eight. "What's the matter, Harry? Big date?" Willy teased.

"Er. We have to wrap this up. Trolls are really dumb, and it's extremely easy to confuse it. I tangled with one once."

"Really? What happened?" Honey spoke up, leaning forward in interest.

"But I really have to go..."

The class erupted into groans and pleads. "Alright! I'll tell you. But I'll make sure my head is sent to you guys, if I'm late...."

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Kittie looked at her watch. It was nearly midnight. Madame Rosemarta walked over again. "Are you sure you don't want to order now? You've been here for nearly four hours and we're closing."

She sighed a handed her a bottle of butter beer. "Here. On the house. It might warm you up on the walk home." Kittie gave her a small smile and took the bottle. She pulled on her cloak, and walked out the door, stiffening against the cold wind.

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Harry ran through the snow, ignoring the way the ice stung his face. How could he have let everyone talk him into telling them about his first year? By the time he had explained about Griffindor finally winning the House Cup, it was midnight. He stopped in front of the Three Broomsticks. Empty. He yanked on the handles, but all the candles were extinguished as well. He yelled and kicked the door. Someone stepped out of the shadows and headed to the castle.

"Kittie!"

She didn't slow down, put sped up. Harry jogged up to her. "Kittie, just listen to me! I swear, I can explain!"

"Then explain." She said, tonelessly.

"Er, right. Well, I didn't tell you that I had another tutoring thing today, because I was planning on leaving early, but....

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Harry continued to ramble his excuses, not noticing that Kittie never looked at him. When they finally reached the front doors, she turned to him. He stopped talking. "Right. I'm sorry."

"Sorry? Harry, I sat in that cafe for four hours, telling off everyone who hit on me, turning down drinks and orders. I sat there, patiently, until they had to close. Even then, I sat outside in the freezing snow, for another fifteen minutes. I even dressed up for you. I look so ridiculous." She pulled off her cloak and spun around to show him her dress. His jaw fell. "Kittie, I said that I'm sorry."

"And that isn't enough. I quit. If this is how it's going to be, then I'm not fighting for it anymore. It's over."

Harry gaped at her. "Wha...What?"

"Sorry, Harry." She mumbled, uncomfortably, before turning and walking inside, leaving Harry to gape at the spot she was just standing in.

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Kittie pulled on her cloak again. She drew up her hood and squeezed her eyes shut. That had been harder than she thought it'd be.

"Kittie!" Someone whispered, sticking his head out of a pillar.

"Draco? Wha-"

"Shh! Come on." He grabbed her hand and pulled her into the stone. She winced slightly, half-expecting to slam into solid wall. But she swept through, and Draco led her down a dark passage way before stopping at a enterance of a large room. Kittie's jaw dropped.

The entire room was crystal and glass. The walls, the ceiling, the furniture, the torches, etc. were all see-through. Kittie walked towards one of the walls that faced the ocean. "How come we can't see in here, from out there?"

"I don't know. It's just like normal stone out there."

"How long has this been here?!"

"I found it in my third year. I come here to think."

"About what?"

Draco turned pink and sat on the window seat next to Kittie. "Everything."

Almost instictly, Kittie laid her head across his lap, like she had done numerous times with Ginny and Hermione. This time was hardly any different. Draco didn't seem suprised and pulled stray strands of hair out of her eyes, as she continued to face the glass wall.

"So, what happened?"

"I broke up with Harry."

"Why?"

"It just got to much. I couldn't take it anymore."

"Does he have five brothers that were ready to kill you?"

"Is that why you broke up with Gin?"

"Yeah. Sorta."

"Coward."

"Hey! What would you have done?!"

"Stood up to Ron. Tell him that I was in love with his sister, and that there was nothing he could do to change it."

"I'm not in love!"

"Right. That makes two of us. But how the hell are we supposed to prove that sort of thing?"

"A banner?"

"Probably wouldn't work. People in this school are blind."

"Then, what?"

Kittie yawned. She sat up and stretched. "I'll think about it. Tell you when I gain psychic abilities."

"Hardy har har."

" 'Night, Drake. Oh, and Pansy left lipstick on your earlobe."

"Eww..."

She laughed as Draco desperatly rubbed his ears.

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