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"D a n g e r o u s . S e c r e t s"

B y : T s a v o r i t e

– W h y . c a n ' t . w e . a l l . j u s t . g e t . a l o n g ? –

"And, and?" Jo asked eagerly when we arrived back at the castle. The boys had walked in front of us and had left our view somewhere along the way.

"What?"

"Well, you know, between you and Blaise!"

I gave her a quizzical look. "There is something going on between Blaise and I?" I pulled my soaking wet beanie from my head and I got rid of the snowflakes that were starting to melt on my cloak.

She started to laugh really loudly when we entered the Entrance Hall. "You're really unbelievable, Jen!"

"What is it now? He was just holding me so close to his body because I was cold! Friends do those kinds of things for each other!"

"Uh-hu," was all she said and I gently pushed her.

"You are unbelievable! There is nothing going on between the two of us!"

The only reaction I got from her was a grin which slowly crept around her face as she skipped towards the dungeons. I stayed behind in the Hall while my thoughts drifted back to that afternoon. He had only did it because we were friends, right? He probably would do the same to Jo, I convinced myself and I slowly walked up the stairs nearest to me. I didn't feel like meeting up with Jo in the Common Room right now. When I got to the second floor, I suddenly heard some worried voices followed by a long scream of pain.

"Quickly Hagrid, put her down in this bed! Quickly now!" I heard the voice of Madam Pomfrey say followed by another scream.

"Harry found 'er somewhere jus' outside ter school grounds," Hagrids voice hummed.

Curiosity got the better of me and I slowly made my way up to their voices, which I thought were coming from the Hospital wing.

"What happened to her?" Madam Pomfrey asked.

"She touched something, she may be Cursed."

"Oh, if only the Headmaster would be present at the moment then -" That was the moment they closed the door and the only thing I was able to hear now where those awful shrieks and screams from the girl Hagrid had brought in.

I decided to quickly walk away, so I would stop hearing those screams that sent chills up my spine, and I walked up another staircase. Someone had been Cursed? Hagrids words resounded through my head. It had to be a painful Curse, if she was screaming this loudly, maybe even the Cruciatus Curse.

I walked around, deeply engulfed with my own thoughts when suddenly a loud voice pulled me back out and into reality.

"Who do you think Katie was supposed to give that necklace?" a familiar voice, which I had heard before, asked.

"I don't know," a second voice, which obviously belonged to a girl said and she added something I couldn't really understand.

I walked around the corner and I was immediately standing eye to eye with Harry, Ron and Hermione. "Harry! I overheard Hagrid talking on the second floor, who's been Cursed?" I asked immediately, not waiting for them to regain from me almost crashing into them.

"Jenna, hey," Ron mumbled quietly and not as enthusiastic as it should be.

"Actually, we were just on our way towards the Gryffindor Tower," Hermione mumbled and she gave me a pleading look to just do as she said.

I received the message that they didn't want me around for some odd reason, but me being my stubborn self just stayed put. "I can walk along if you guys want. I'm not really in the mood for the Slytherin Common Room right now. Jo is completely convinced that there's something going on between me and Blaise, but of course that's complete bullo-"

"I think it's best if you don't come along, Jenna," Ron said and I gave all three of them a clear confused look.

"Why? I thought we were friends?"

"That's what you thought? Then why did we see you sitting with all those Slytherins in the Three Broomsticks?" Harry exclaimed furiously.

"Harry," I sighed. I wasn't really keen on explaining it to him, again. "I was planning on just going along with Jo and Blaise, but then -" I kept quiet for a moment, over thinking my answer. One wrong word would give them the expression that I had actually liked being out there with those guys. Which, by the way, was the truth but they didn't need to know everything. Hey, they don't let me in on their secrets either!

"Crabbe and Goyle! Jenna! And Nott!"

"You can bet even Malfoy would be their if he -"

"Malfoy was serving detention, Ron," I said quickly before any of them could start about him. It didn't matter how my conversations started, lately they would all end with that one word I hated so badly: Malfoy.

"But Crabbe and Goyle!" Harry yelled again and he threw both of his arms in the air.

"Harry, they only came along because Malfoy couldn't co -"

"See! He was coming if he was able to make it!" Ron pointed an accusing finger in my direction.

"Ron!" Hermione pulled his hand own and she gave him a look which immediately made him look down to his feet. "Jenna probably has a very good reason why she was hanging out with them, right?"

All three of them looked at me in an almost expecting way.

"I, euh," I staggered. My brains were working at top speed, but I couldn't think of a good excuse so I just looked down, avoiding their piercing gazes.

"Forget it Hermione, we all saw she was having a blast. Come on, lets go." And with that, Harry walked away, down the corridor and towards the stairs. He was being followed closely by Ron.

"Hermione? What's going on?" I asked her, completely blown away thanks to Harry's actions.

"Sorry, Jenna," was everything she said before running after the boys.

Defeated, I slowly made my way back to the Common Room. It was starting to get late and dinner was about to start. If I would take any longer Jo would probably go out and try to find me. Maybe I just needed to explain it all to them. The thing that Crabbe and Goyle weren't that bad as long as Malfoy wasn't around. That they could act really nice, towards another Slytherin that is. And that they were actually pretty funny. They would declare me complete nuts, that's for sure.

"Pureblood," I mumbled when I was facing the wall that gave entrance to our Common Room. When the wall didn't open I repeated the password once again, maybe it hadn't heard me or something, if walls could actually hear someone say a password. But the wall kept closed.

"The password changed this afternoon," a drawling voice said from behind me.

I didn't have to turn around to see who's face belonged to the annoying voice. "Jeez, really? I hadn't figured that one out yet," I muttered and I sighed. "Are you going to tell me or what?" I asked, annoyed when he didn't reply.

"No, I think I won't. Garbage like you should be standing outside anyway, I wouldn't want to turn against the rules of mother nature," Malfoy smirked and he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"Where are you coming from anyway? Your detention couldn't have taken the whole day," I started as I eyed him suspicious.

"What's it to you? I just went out to get some fresh air, because all the air in here has been polluted," he smirked and he pushed me aside. He bent forwards and whispered the password to the wall which slowly slid open.

Even before he could enter I ran passed him and dropped myself on the first couch I passed. I grinned in victory and shot him a glare when he looked at me.

He had entered just after me and he gave me one of his most lethal death glares, just the usual. If his looks could really kill, I think I couldn't be more than a bloody mess by now.

"Jen! What were you doing out there with Malfoy!" Jo shouted to me when she spotted me. "First Blaise and now Malfoy..." she started slowly and I gave her an angry look.

"JO! I didn't knew the new password and the only one to walk by was him," I said and I pushed her off the couch. A couple of guys who were seated in one of the corners of the dark room started chuckling at her.

"The new password's Salazar, just to let you know," Jo said when she climbed back onto the couch.

"Why didn't I just think of that? What kind of lame password's that anyway? Anyone can come in here!" I said, almost yelling and I looked over at Malfoy who had probably changed it, being a prefect and all.

"We're just lucky that he didn't turn it into his own name," Jo said when she saw who I was looking at.

"Yeah, I guess," I sighed as one of the boys passed us and gave us a nod.

"Ladies," he said and he dropped himself down in one of the chairs across from us.

"Hey Theo," I said and Jo growled something I couldn't understand while her eyes became slits when she looked at Nott.

Yes, I had decided to call him Theo from now on, that was his name so... And now that I had learned hat he wasn't as bad as Jo had described him I had decided to call him one of my friends now. Of course, his father was a Death Eater, I already knew, but Theo had befriended Blaise more than Malfoy which convinced me enough to trust him.

"What was all the secret stuff you guys were whispering about this afternoon?" I asked and Jo looked up in curiosity.

"Yeah, what was going on there?"

"I, euh -" he started and he looked around for one of his mates to come and help him out. "Oi, Blaise!" he yelled and Blaise came our way, a little confused.

"I see we're getting to know each other a bit more," he teased Jolene and she gave him a dirty look.

"Watch it," she said between gritted teeth.

"So, Blaise. I asked Theo here why you guys were being so secretive this afternoon."

"Theo? Oh!" he grinned when he looked at Nott. "Since when do you call him Theo?"

"Don't try to change the subject!" I yelled and Theo snickered.

Blaise just shrugged like he didn't really care about us and Theo quickly stood up when Malfoy made his way over to us.

"Zabini, Nott, I need to talk to you," he said without giving me or Jo any signs of existence. "Now," he added, obviously annoyed when the boys didn't meet his demand straight away.

Blaise and Theo didn't know how quickly they had to follow him, which made Theo trip over his own feet. I looked at the dark corner the boys had retreated themselves in and Jo took a deep breath.

"Finally, I thought he was never going to leave. The next time you see him, be a good girl and don't call him over," she said and I slowly nodded.

My thoughts were still with the boys. What was the reason for their unnatural behaviour? Why wouldn't they want to tell us about it? What did Harry, Ron an Hermione discuss that was this important? They didn't want to tell me anything and they made me almost lose my friendship with the three Gryffindors!

"Why can't we just all get along?" I muttered but Jo didn't hear me. All she noticed was me staring at the three boys.

"I feel another obsession coming this way," she teased.

I growled something and walked to our dorm. And where did Malfoy come from and why was he so late? I took in a sharp breath when I realised something. Jo was right, it was turning into an obsession!

"Tate!" someone yelled and I turned around quickly.

Urquhart sauntered through the corridor, in my direction en he stopped when he faced me. "We're having Quidditch Practice tonight, because of our game against Gryffindor tomorrow. Seven o'clock at the field. Be. On. Time." He stressed the last words extra clearly, as if to say: 'don't even dare to come late.' He had been furiously when Bletchly and I had arrived fifteen minutes late yesterday. And to think it wasn't even our fault!

We had run into Malfoy on our way to the Pitch. He was dressed in his school robes and didn't even made an attempt to try and make it to our practice on time. And when we had asked him about it he had just said he wasn't feeling well and needed to go see Madam Pomfrey for some medicine or something. The next thing we noticed was him walked towards the dungeons, instead of heading towards the second floor.

I nodded my head to Urquhart and he left in the direction he came from. I continued my way down to the dungeons sighing loudly. It was a Friday night and I had actually made plans with Jo to just sit in our dorms the rest of the evening doing well, pretty much nothing. I secretly hoped that Urquhart thought we had practiced enough by now, it would be our fourth practice this week. When I arrived in the Common Room I dropped down on a black leather couch with a loud thud.

"So, heard the good news too, have you?"

I looked around and saw Miles Bletchley sitting in one of the corners of the room. "Yes," I groaned en he smirked.

"We're lucky the weather isn't that bad tonight," he said while he got up and walked over to the couch were I sat.

I nodded again and took a glance at the clock which was hanging on the dark wall. A quarter to seven.

"Lets head towards the field then, shall we?" Miles asked when he had followed my glance en looked at the clock too.

We both made our way to our own dorms to grab our stuff and a couple of minutes we walked over the deserted grounds, towards the already lit up Quidditch Pitch. In the distance I could already see four tall figures standing in the middle of the field, against the dark skies.

"There you are! Didn't I tell the both of you to be on time?" Urquhart yelled when we walked up to the group.

"We're not the last ones to arrive," I answered him after one glance at the boys. Malfoy was missing, again. This was the third training in a row he had missed.

"We're not waiting for Malfoy to show up, 'cause he won't anyway," was everything Urquhart said before he walked to the chest containing the balls. He grabbed the Quaffle and pushed it into Vaisey's hands. The two Bludgers shut into the air as soon as the chest had been opened.

"Aren't we supposed to start with a warming-up?" I started but I shut my mouth immediately when I noticed Urquhart giving me death glare. He was obviously pissed off because Malfoy was missing another practice. It actually surprised me that Malfoy could just get away with that without getting kicked off the team.

I got on my broom in silence and I sped off into the cold air. Vaisey and Urquhart followed me while Miles flew up to his three golden goal hoops.

Crabbe and Goyle both grabbed their bats and got up in the air last.

We practiced some of our formations, manoeuvres and feints followed by a number of penalties which Vaisey, me and Urquhart took on Miles. He had caught most of our throws, only one of me got passed him and that was because he had to dive for a Bludger.

We closed our practice with a small game, in which Urquhart divided us into two groups. I was put in one together with Miles and Goyle. Crabbe, Vaisey and Urquhart were on the other team.

Our team started out with the Quaffle and I dove down with it while I dodged a Bludger. Next, I sped towards the unprotected hoops on the other side of the field, but I was intercepted by Vaisey who knocked the Quaffle out of my arms.

Urquhart caught it and flew to our side of the field, were Miles was leaning against one of his hoops, obviously bored to death. Urquhart raised his arm to throw the Quaffle when a Bludger was aimed at him. He shut up and missed the middle hoop.

Miles grinned and gave a thumps up to Goyle, who had hit the Bludger.

I received the Quaffle again and headed to the other side of the field. I evaded Urquhart and held the Quaffle tight, so Vaisey couldn't knock it out of my grip again. Suddenly, Vaisey flew in my direction from the left, with no intention of stopping and Crabbe aimed a Bludger at me from the right. I dived down to dodge them both and I was about to throw the Quaffle through the right hoop when I heard a loud scream coming from behind me. I looked around and I could just see Vaisey getting hit with the Bludger I had dodged. It hit him square in the back of his head and he fell from his broom.

Urquhart and Miles dove for him and caught him right before he hit the ground, as I flew towards his broom and brought that down too.

Crabbe and Goyle had landed behind me and Urquhart ran towards Crabbe, hitting him with his own bat when he finally got there. Next he got in a tantrum with Crabbe for smashing the Bludger right into Vaisey without even thinking.

"The night before our match against Gryffindor! Our best Chaser!" Urquhart exclaimed frustrated while Miles came up to us.

"We need to take him to the Hospital wing, he isn't responding to anything..." he mumbled and Urquhart nodded.

"The two of you will take care of the balls!" he shouted towards Crabbe and Goyle, who both silently did as they were told.

Miles and Urquhart both grabbed one of Vaisey's shoulders and they carried him towards the castle.

I followed not too far behind. "Do you think he will be alright in time for the match tomorrow?" I almost whispered to Miles.

I heard Urquhart growl something which I won't repeat and Miles gave me face full of horror. "I hope so, if he doesn't I think we're going to need a new Captain in the morning as well..." he whispered back and I nodded.

I knew how much this game meant to Urquhart. If we didn't win, we could just forget about the Quidditch House Cup! He was willing to do everything possible to get us that trophy. Besides, Slytherin wanted to prove once and for all that they have the best team and almost everyone in Slytherin would want to see Harry go down.

"How's he doing?" I asked, but I shut my mouth the rest of the way to the Hospital wing when Urquhart turned his head around and gave another glare. I needed to shut up if I ever wanted to see the sun again.