[Chapter twenty one]

You know you should never fall asleep in class, it shows you're not bothering to learn, concentrate and fully apply yourself to your studies. Kris was leant over the table, his face not so handsomely squashed against the table, drool escaping his open mouth and dripping on his notes. You could say he didn't care about Transfiguration. Well who did really?

I wasn't even going to bother to wake him up after all he would do was rant about me waking him up and wasting his beauty sleep...which he used class for instead of at night when you were supposedto sleep. What exactly did he get up to at night?

I sighed to myself. I was that bored I was wondering about my best friend's nightly activities. Gazing around the class for some sort of distraction I noticed a look matching my own on everyone's faces, when would this double period end!? I was just about to take down some notes when I spotted Malfoy, off to my left. I was going to look away but being as bored as I was I just didn't bother.... He himself was nearly dozing off, his head rested in one of his hands and the other scribbling some kind of doodle on his parchment. I shook my head ready to turn away when he looked up, he dropped his quill.

Oh Merlin! He caught me looking. Pretend you're looking at Pansy...ew no!

I blushed a little. I wasn't looking at him! I was just looking- I turned away from him, shifted in my seat to make it more comfortable and bent my head. I could still feel him looking, probably with that face of pure disgust he normally has for me. Stupid ferret and his bloody 'disgust look'.

I couldn't understand myself. I hated him more than anything in the world and yet here I was trying to figure out what had happened between us two. Like I said before we had been turned upside down, the hate only increasing for each other but we understood that. We understood that we hated each other, yet I was trying my very hardest to figure him out but at the same time distance myself from him.

I just wished would happen to rip him from the earth and drown him. Stupid ferret. I had never wished anything bad on anyone...but him.

Will you just stop looking already!?

That stuck up prick was still eyeing me. I could feel his gaze burning into the side of my face. Should I turn around and flip him off? Yeah why not!?

Turning around quickly I flipped him off.

"Miss Lancaster!"

Oh shit.

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"Why didn't you wake me up before you did that!?" Kris complained as I walked out of Transfiguration, detention slip clutched between my fingers

"Oh shut up Kris"

"HAHA! The look on your face" he laughed while playfully smacking my arm. "What did Malfoy do?"

"He was glaring at me, you know the usual"

I sulked as we walked down to lunch. I swear Kris liked to see me embarrassed. As soon as the teacher's shrill scream had awoken him from his beauty sleep he kept pointing at pink flushed face, laughing his stupid head off and telling me I was blushing! Some friend.

"Oh you silly woman!" he poked my side, annoyingly.

I groaned when I realized I would be stuck with Professor McGonagall for two hours tonight when I could be doing better things like relaxing. I sighed when I caught the site of Malfoy's smug face. He was surrounded by his cronies, just in front of the Great Hall much to my annoyance!

"Maturity was never your specialty Lancaster!" he called.

I swore under my breath. Maybe one day he could just pretend I didn't exist.

"Subtlety was never your thing Malfoy" I hit back hoping he would get my double meaning and leave me the hell alone. He didn't, instead he forced his way through his friends only to step right in front of me. If we where any closer our noses would of touched. It felt oddly familiar.

"Stop" he whispered harshly for only us to here.

It caught me off guard; the sudden fierceness in his voice wasn't what I had expected. I nodded stiffly, gulping and taking a step away. I didn't mean to give any hint away like that but he asked for it.

"C'mon boys!" He yelled, clicked his fingers and I watched them all slink off into the Great Hall.

"What was that all about?" Kris asked as he placed a hand on my shoulder and guided me in after them. I took a breath.

"I have no idea"

What a liar! You can't even tell your best friend. Scared that he might judge you?

I shook my head furiously. Things were getting too much for me right now. As I was guided to my seat a piece of folded black parchment floated over to me from nowhere. I looked around, looked to a confused Kris and then back to the paper. I knew straight away what it was because my hands and heart had registered it.

"Don't" Kris whispered as my hand reached for it. I ignored him, I had to see this, had to know that it wasn't what I thought it was. I needed it all to stop.

I opened it and the picture made my head spin. I was gasping for air as my surroundings fell to a peaceful black but I still heard the worried voices around me. I had fainted. A girl could only deal with so much stress. The picture was even more gut wrenching than the last. It was me, sprawled across a bed of roses with blood pouring from the side of my mouth. It was so elegant like the artist had studied me for ages and I knew every part of my face, my hair, my body. The scariest thing about the whole series of these pictures was the fact that my eye's shone terror while the rest of my body was positioned with great elegance and beauty.

"Peyton! Wake up Peyton c'mon!"

The initials on the picture where TN. I knew who it was.

[Draco Malfoy's P.O.V]

She made my blood boil! How stupid could she be to just blurt out something like that? Granted my friends weren't the cleverest but someone was bound to pick upon her words. I growled angrily to myself as I fell into my seat. I was pouring myself a cold drink when I watched her walk in, her face flushed once again.

Oh how I loved putting her down...where she belonged. I was just ready to look away when I saw a piece or parchment fly towards her. My back stiffened. Could that be? No this was too...barbaric?

You should have warned her when you had the chance.

Her friend tried to stop her from opening the note but being the stubborn person she was she smacked his hand away. I felt myself ready to jump up and rip it away, hide the guilt I felt from not bothering to even tell her who was scaring her to death but then I realized she deserved it....deserved everything she got.

The parchment was open. I watched as she stumbled back into her friend, her tiny hands clutching at her chest. Yes she deserved it...right? I had to tell myself that. Of course the bitch deserved it.

She fainted. Everyone around her screamed. I felt myself standing up trying to get a look at her but I wasn't the only one.

"Man! This is just classic" Blaise Zabini laughed.

"I wonder what's up with her, maybe she finally saw Wood!" Another jokes as her friends surrounded her, trying there hardest to rouse her.

"Or maybe someone scared the wits out of her" I turned then, my face flustered with what I knew.

Theodore Nott, smugly staring back at me. I hadn't gotten the chance to beat him to a pulp after taking that picture.

"You've gone too far Nott" I hissed.

"Far from it. I have much more up my sleeve" I was just about to punch him right in the face when Pansy Parkinson stood in between us. When I reached around her he was gone.

You can't let this go any further.

"And I thought Gryffindor's where brave!" Pansy cackled.

"Oh shut up Pansy" I yelled.

She really did play on my nerves. Everything right now found some way of playing on my nerves, much like a piano with its strings wound to tight.