Helllooo people! :) here is an update! I hope its not getting too complicated with all the changing p.o.v, I really don't like announcing it though, I'd rather make let you figure it oouut! And we all hate Al right now, don't we? Silly boy. He had good intentions! Sorry, I need to cut a rant short, onto the story!

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This is quite an odd situation right now. Correction: this is a very odd situation.

I'm sitting on my favourite couch, having a civil conversation with Malfoy.

But that's not were the weirdness ends. . .We're agreeing on something. You know what that is? The fact that Al's a prat..

"What the hell was he thinking?" I question him. He should know, they spend every waking moment together!

"Oh, some rubbish he read in a book."

"What?" I ask, looking up into his grey eyes. He looked so good right now. "Al doesn't read!"

He looks at me quizzically. Before smirking slightly. Honestly, is that the only facial expression he knows how to pull?

"You know that?"

"Yeah," I say, confused at the question. He is my cousin you know Malfoy!

"Then why do you get him a book for his birthday every year?"

"I-uh, oh-"

He laughed at me.

"So what book was this then." I said, slightly annoyed at the way he was looking at me. What am I , a walking and talking joke?

"It was from your dad I'm pretty sure-"

Now it was my turn to laugh.

"My dad? Ron Weasley, gave Al a book?"

He nodded looking at me with a bewildered expression, as I continued to laugh.

"How do you come up with this stuff?" I ask him, finally recovering.

"It's true." He says, still frowning. "You are a Physco." He states.

I merely shrug. I have no idea what is up with us! It's like one moment we hate each other, then love (only on my side I'm sure) each other, but now its like, we're being friends? What!

"So, my dad," I muffle a snigger, "Gave Al a book?"

"I could've sworn I just told you that!" He said, shaking his head.

"So what was this book about then?"

"Oh. Some girl advice thing."

"What?" I ask, dad had given Al a book about girls? This was just getting worse!

"Yeah, bit stupid really. But technically it's his fault."

"Who? My Dad?"

"Yeah." He says simply, smirking as I sat up straighter.

"How dare you blame this on him!" I fire up automatically. I knew the civil conversation was drawing to a close. "My Dad didn't tell him to bloody well lose the Qudditch match of his life on purpose!"

"Well, it was in the book he gave Al!"

"Oh yes, I'm sure there was a whole section that said, 'lose Quidditch game on purpose'."

"Honestly Weasley. You're so pathetic!"

"How does that make me pathetic?" I say, standing up.

"I wasn't trying to personally attack your family! I was just telling you where Al got his stupid bird brain plan!" Also on his feet.

"Right then." I say, picking up the high heeled shoes Lily had made me wear to the party.

"Where're you going?" He asks stupidly.

"Bed, Malfoy. So I don't have to listen to you anymore!"

"Well don't sleep in too much princess, we have a Ball to plan."

I just pull a face, and head up the stairs. I'm so looking forward to working with Malfoy. Not.

No-one would talk to me. I'm seriously considering going home for Christmas, until Rose comes and sits next to me at the Slytherin table. Ignoring everyone's questioning looks she asks me if I want to go for a walk to the lake. I nod in agreement and follow her, grabbing a few pieces of toast and avoiding Scorp's gaze.

"Thanks Rose." I say speaking for the first time as we sit down.

"It's-okay Al," she says though she sounds strangled. "This doesn't mean I've entirely forgiven you. It just means I know you had good intentions."

I nod.

"At least now she knows how you feel."

"Hmm," I say. How is this supposed to make me feel better?

"What I reckon you should do," begins Rose, suddenly sounding more like herself, "Is give Caitlin time. Give everyone time. You need to prove yourself."

She looks over at me. I nod.

"I'm pretty sure Malfoy's almost forgiven you and in the mean time, it wouldn't help to study this holidays."

"I was going to go home-"

"You can't go home! Listen. I think Caitlin will be –uh okay with you by the Ball, and leaving and going home is only gonna make everyone think you're, well, a wimp!"

I laugh uncertainly.

"Uhm, okay?"

"And take a friend to the ball! You can't go by yourself!"

"Thanks for that Rose," I say rolling my eyes. I knew I had to go with someone! Dad had explained to me about his Yule Ball, sounded like a complete disaster to me! Rose stands up abruptly.

"Where are you going?" I ask. She's just going to leave me?

"I've got a ball to plan!" She turned to leave, but spun around quickly. "Don't worry Al, they can't all be mad at you forever."

"Thanks Rose." I said genuinely this time. She nods at me briefly before walking away.

Following her lead I stand up, take one last look out at the lake, before heading, begrudgingly to the library.

I really messed up this time, and I knew it.

Rose was dreaming when she said that Caitlin would be okay with me by the ball. We would never be the same again. Quidditch was the one thing that Caitlin didn't joke about … The one thing I shouldn't have messed with.

What the hell is wrong with me?

"Caitlin?"

I hear someone call to me through the layers of my covers and my curtains.

"Mmpf." I reply vaguely, pulling the covers off and squinting slightly.

"We're going down to the Hall now."

It was one of my room-mates. Mariah I think.

"Kaaay." I say through a yawn.

I do not want to go down to the Great Hall.

I do not want to risk seeing that complete idiot, Albus Potter.

I shake my head.

Well, I'm awake now. I pull the curtains open, and look around the dorm.

It's kinda weird now, you know? Cause Rose isn't here.

It's just me, Josie, Mariah and Lisa.

I shake my head slightly. I need to get past this.

I guess, I could just avoid him. Though that wouldn't work forever … Though, he's probally going home for the holidays, the gutless loser he is.

I really should be going downstairs. So I attempt to out some clothing on. I say attempt because I'm truly struggling.

I think I'm cracking up. Going mental.

Sighing I leave my dorm.

So much for having a great year.

At least it's Christmas, right?

And the ball … Says a little voice in the back of my head.

I was planning on taking . . . well, you know who I'm talking about.

Who the hell am I going to take?

This just keeps getting better.

I nod to Hugo as I exit the Portrait.

Then sit down next to Josie, the boys were nowhere in sight, though, neither was Rose.

Before I could even talk to her we were interrupted by Mariah.

"So, who you girls taking to the ball?"

"Bailey." Said Josie simply. Well duh!

"Caitlin?" she asks me. I groan. All I want to do, is eat my breakfast, and moan to my best friend about how much of a tosser Albus Potter was. But no, I'm getting twenty questions about who I'm taking to the flaming Yule Ball.

"I'm not really sure. . ." I mumble out.

Josie flashes me an apologetic look.

"Well," she says, looking back at Lisa for support. She nodded at her, flashing a smile. "I was thinking, that maybe one of you should talk to Rose,"

Oh God, where was this going?

"And ask her if maybe we could take past students? To the ball with us I mean. She could ask McGonagall." She finished, matter of factly.

Not a bad idea. If past students were allowed I could easily ask one of Rose's many cousins. Perhaps Fred, or Louis? I smiled to myself. That would be good, we would just be going as friends of course and I'd be bound to have a laugh.

"That's a good idea Mariah." I say, her blue eyes twinkle at me as she smiles.

"In fact. I think I'll go find Rose now." I say, leaving the table, glad to have an excuse to go.

The thing was, that I had no idea where she would be.

"Weasley." I say as she finally graces me with her presence.

"You're sitting on my couch!" she says grumpily. A frown forming on her forehead.

"You don't own it Weasley." I say, stretching my legs out and putting my hands behind my head, so that I was taking up the entire couch.

She sat opposite me grumpily, crossing both her arms and legs.

I smirked back at her.

"So?" she asks me expectantly.

"So what?" I say back. This is why I loved to torment her.

"Have you got anything organised about the ball?"

I gesture to the coffee table in front of me, which is covered in-

"My plans?" she asks, looking at me like I'm, well I don't know. . . delusional.

I nod. And she leans forward, picking up the closest piece of parchment to her.

"So, themes," she begins.

"Found a Ball partner yet?" I interrupt. She looks up from her notes looking agitated.

"Listen Malfoy, we need to decide on the theme! Everyone's count-"

"You're only saying that because you don't have one yet."

"What? Malfoy! Honestly, you're so fixated on getting a date for a Ball we haven't organised yet-"

"Sorry if I'm interrupting anything!" Said Caitlin, sounding aggravated. I guess we know who's fault that was.

"Caitlin!" said Weasley, standing up and giving her friend a hug. Honestly, it was as if they hadn't seen each other in a year, as opposed to a day.

"How're you doing?" Weasley asks Caitlin, "Al was way out of line-" She begins.

"Yes we all know Al was a tosser." I say rolling my eyes.

"What?" I hear Caitlin say. Both she and Weasley were glaring at me. Um . . . maybe I shouldn't have interrupted their conversation?

"I don't need your input, Malfoy!" Caitlin spits at me.

Now that was a surprise. And I think my face shows it.

"For all I know, it was your stupid bleeding idea!"

"I-uh," I stutter back in response.

Weasley shakes her head at me.

"So Caitlin, why are you here?" Weasley asks. Caitlin doesn't accuse her of being rude. What is this?

"Well," she says plonking herself down on a chair. Inviting herself to mine and Weasley's meeting. My meeting!

"I was wondering if – at the Ball, we could bring older, past students."

Weasley frowned slightly. So she didn't like the idea?

"That's a great idea Caitlin!" I say.

She beams back at me. I guess I've redeemed myself in her books …

"Well, I don't see why you'd want to!"

"Honestly Weasley, it would make the Ball a hell of a lot more fun. Why do you have to be such a dampener on everything?"

"Well … I guess …" she said, receiving an encouraging smile from Caitlin.

"Right then." I said, "Shall we do this organising thing you've been ranting about then?" I say looking up from a piece of parchment I had grabbed from the table.

Weasley and Caitlin were standing up, clearly heading for the door.

"Where're you going?" I ask.

"Quidditch." She said, as if it was obvious. So she's gonna go with Caitlin, and fly about while I'm here doing all the bloody work?

"But what about the organising?" I ask, frowning.

"I guess we'll have to go with all your ideas, won't we Malfoy?" She chuckles slightly, and if I'm not mistaken, smirks at me before leaving the room with Caitlin.

Was I wrong in finding that attractive?

I smile, feeling slightly punch drunk.

Before remembering the bloody big load of work in front of me.

Sometimes, I hated Rose Weasley.

So that's the end of that chapter! I really hope that if you read this, that you'll review! Because I'm feeling a tad sad ):

Annnd, I just wanted to say, that Rose is still mad at Al, but she did a Hermione (think Goblet of Fire, when she's the only one who believes harry and blah de blah and Ron's angry with him) So yeah, that's what it reminded me of.

I know it was kinda uneventful, but don't worry, it is going somewhere (:

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Ohh, and tell me what you think the theme of the Ball should be (:

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