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Here I was, changing for the second time this morning.

I swear, I'm going to murder the git.

I had been in the Great Hall, eating my breakfast and minding my own business, and when I finished with my meal I stood up to leave...that's where the trouble started.

As I lifted myself off the bench, I felt a something hard against my back, and before I knew it, I was covered in pumpkin juice. I turned around harshly and noticed Draco's amused face...and an empty glass of pumpkin juice in his hand.

"Malfoy!" I shouted, my voice cracking from anger. That only made the surrounding Slytherins snicker more. "What the hell?"

Draco raised an eyebrow, while still chuckling with amusement, "Watch your tone, Miro. You're the one who knocked into me."

"Oh yeah, and I'm sure your pumpkin juice literally went flying all over me because of that. There was no way you could've prevented that at all," I snapped sarcastically.

Draco's mouth twisted into a smirk, which I rarely saw nowadays.

Actually, he never really even smiled at all lately.

Not that he was a big 'smiler' before, but still...

Okay why am I worrying about him when he literally just poured pumpkin juice all over me?

"Now I didn't say that, Miro. I just happened to be in the right place, at the right time. And you know when the opportunity strikes..."

And this was why I was up in my dorm changing clothes and cursing Malfoy's name.

By the time I was finished, I was nearly late for my first class of the day, Herbology with the Hufflepuffs. I raced towards the greenhouse and got into the class just in time.

"Where have you been?" Ron asked, curiously.

"Long, infuriating story," I mumbled, settling on a spot next to Harry at the table. Hermione wasn't in this class with us, but I could see Neville on the opposite side of the table.

"Hello class," Professor Sprout greeted. "This term we're going to be focusing on Venomous Tentacula and Snargaluff pods. Sounds interesting enough?"

Everyone in the class nodded.

"Very well," Professor Sprout went on with the lesson, but I focused on other things.

"Did either of you have a nightmare last night?" I asked Harry and Ron quietly.

"No," Ron replied, and Harry seconded that answer. "Did you?"

I shook my head, "No. So far so good, I guess?" I looked to Neville and got his attention. When he turned to face me, begrudgingly because he was completely engrossed with the lesson, I mouthed, "Nightmare?"

Neville shook his head and quickly turned back to the lesson.

The rest of the class went by slowly, and I could already tell that this would be a boring class. It's not like I didn't like Herbology, it was just that, well...I didn't like Herbology. I looked towards Neville who seemed to be almost disappointed that the class had ended.

Sometimes I just didn't get that boy.

I sat with Harry, Hermione, and Ron in our next class, Charms with the Ravenclaws, listening to Flitwick's distinct voice ramble on about our term's curriculum.

Most of the coursework would be focusing on casting nonverbal spells, which would be the basis for all our other classes.

We also would be turning water vinegar into wine, which seemed simple enough.

Flitwick also mentioned a certain spell that we would be learning; something called the 'Aguamenti Charm'. I had never heard of it, and it looked like neither had the rest of the class.

Flitwick seemed to sense the students' confusion. "Does anybody know what the Aguamenti Charm is?" he asked, curiously.

As expected, Hermione's hand flew in the air.

Seriously, that girl knew everything.

I could run a business on the betting of whether or not she'd know the answer to a question.

A light bulb went off in my head. That may be how I'll make my money...

Flitwick called on Hermione.

"The Aguamenti Charm, or The Water-Making Spell, is a charm that summons a jet of clear, pure water and shoots it from the tip of the caster's wand. Depending on the caster's focus and intent, this charm can be anything from a simple jet of water to a large wave," Hermione explained smartly.

"Very well said, twenty points to Gryffindor!" Flitwick said excitedly.

"Know-it-all," Ron muttered, and Hermione shot him a glare.

"I got us house points, when's the last time you've done that? The better question would be – when's the last time you've lost them?" Hermione snapped, and then turned back to Flitwick.

Hermione and Ron ignored each other for the rest of class.

As I was packing up my things and getting ready to head to lunch, Terry Boot, who I just noticed was in the class with us, jogged up to me.

"Hey Christina," he smiled, seemingly a bit more confident than the last time he talked to me.

"Hey Terry," I flashed him a bright smile as I collected my books into my arms.

"Here, allow me," Terry tried to take the books from me, but I shook my head.

"It's fine, Terry, I got them," I said, but gave him an appreciative glance.

I was so used to doing everything for myself, that even when it came to the simplest things, I still needed to do them independently if I was able to.

Terry suddenly became nervous, and I momentarily felt guilty.

Is this because I didn't let him carry my books?

I was just about to take him up on his offer to help him feel better when he spoke again.

"Christina...I...uh, was wondering if you'd like to join me at the Ravenclaw table for lunch?" Terry asked hopefully.

I was surprised. "Um..." I began, looking towards Hermione, Ron, and Harry who were waiting for me by the door. "I'd love to," I replied, glancing back to him. "Let me just tell my friends."

"Okay, great!" Terry said, sounding relieved. I sent him another small smile before scurrying over to my awaiting friends.

"Terry asked me to have lunch with him," I told them.

"What!" Hermione squealed, smiling accusatorily, "When did this happen?"

"Nothing is happening, Hermione. I'll talk to you about it later. But I'll see you guys in Divinations later, right?" I asked.

Harry and Ron nodded but Hermione made a face, "Not me."

I chuckled, "Oh, how could I forget? Anyway, I'll see you guys after," With that, I walked back to Terry who was standing next to the room entrance, looking rather nervous. "Ready?" I asked.

"Yes," Terry nodded, and we set off for the Great Hall.

Once we got our dishes of food, I sat down next to Terry at the Ravenclaw table. Many Ravenclaws looked at me curiously, and then to Terry, and I knew rumors would begin to transpire. But, what could you do? People were going to talk, whether it was true or false.

I saw Luna sitting by herself at the other end of the Ravenclaw table, and once she saw me, she gave me a small wave.

I waved her over quickly, hating that she was eating alone. She swiftly lifted up her plate and joined Terry and I.

"Why didn't you tell us you sit alone, Luna?" I asked her. "You can always come sit with us, at the Gryffindor table."

Luna smiled brightly, "I would like to sit with friends, thank you."

"So, how is Hogwarts so far?" I asked Terry and Luna.

"Brilliant," Luna answered simply, not elaborating her response.

I turned to Terry.

"It's going well, better than I imagined. I literally had to beg my parents to send me this year. You know, with all the You-Know-Who drama, they were scared for my safety. But Hogwarts is the safest place there is! I finally convinced them to let me come," Terry explained.

"Wow," I nodded, "Well, I'm glad you're here. Hogwarts is the safest place I know, too."

Terry smiled widely. "So, Quidditch season is going to be exciting this year?"

I gaped at him, "Are you on the Ravenclaw team?"

"Yeah, I've been the keeper since last year," Terry explained, and I immediately felt bad about not knowing, especially after he continued, "You're a chaser on the Gryffindor team, aren't you? I heard you're one of the best they've had in ages."

I blushed slightly at the compliment. "I don't think so," I shook my head. "Harry is the real star of the team."

"Well, I've seen you play, and you really are good," Terry insisted.

"Thanks," I mumbled, still blushing. "Luna, would you ever think about joining Quidditch?"

Luna scrunched up her face; she tended to do that while thinking, "No, I don't think so. Flying on a broom isn't necessarily a strong quality of mine, so I think I'd be more of a hindrance than a help."

"If you ever wanted to try out, Luna, all you have to do is talk to the Head of House. I'm sure you'd be great at Quidditch," Terry input.

Luna smiled at him kindly, "Not really, but thank you, Terry."

After we all had finished eating, Luna left the table to head for her next class, leaving Terry and I alone.

"Can I walk you to your next class?" Terry asked.

"I actually have break next," I replied, but that didn't deter Terry.

"No matter, I'll walk you to wherever you'd like to go."

"Won't that make you late for class?"

"No, it won't, I'm sure," Terry said reassuringly.

"Okay," I conceded, smiling, "I'm going to the library."

Terry and I walked in companionable silence, and stopped once we reached the entrance to the library. We stayed there for a couple seconds, unmoving.

"You better hurry before you're actually late for class," I finally joked.

Terry laughed, and suddenly took a few steps towards me. I was so surprised that I nearly stepped back, but I luckily held myself firm. I felt one of his hands, which were surprisingly soft, brush against my left cheek as he pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. He quickly withdrew the contact though, and smiled at me sheepishly.

"I'll see you later?" he said in farewell, but I assumed it was more of a question.

"Yes, definitely," I nodded, and he smiled brightly before walking off down the corridor.

I entered the library smiling to myself, and greeted Irma Pince, the school's librarian. She knew me quite well due to all the times Hermione had dragged me here to study with her, or whenever Harry, Ron, Hermione, and I needed information for one of our many sneaky plans.

There weren't any books I was necessarily looking for; I just needed to pass the time until Divination. I strolled leisurely down one of the aisles and started to scan the books, looking for any that would serve as pleasure reading.

I was there for nearly ten minutes before spotting one, a book on owls and their history in the wizarding world. If I couldn't have an owl all of my own, I guess reading about them would be the next best thing.

When I pulled the book out, I had to stifle a scream, lest I get kicked out of the library for making too much noise.

Draco's face was immediately behind the book I pulled out, his icy blue eyes watching me calculatingly. "Hope you don't rashly pull out another book on contraception, Miro," Draco sneered, and my face flushed red with embarrassment. "You really thought I'd believe you? You never did tell me why you were in my room that day."

"Oh that's right, you smelled me," I remembered, and I also remembered what followed...pushing him into the bookshelf...looking into his eyes...

Okay how about we not go there?

I shrugged, there was no use trying to hide it anymore, and what could Draco possibly do to me in the library with witnesses? "I used your owl," I admitted.

Draco's eyes immediately flared. "You what?"

"I needed to send important letters, and you refused to let me use Fane...so I needed to go about it my own way."

"You went against my direct orders, Miro!" Draco yelled, although still quietly.

"Oh well. Fane and I are mates now, so that's too bad."

Draco sighed explosively, "It's my owl, and I will tell you when you can or cannot use him."

I rolled my eyes, not in the mood for his pathetic sense of inflated self-worth. I walked away from him without another word, and sat myself down at a library table, beginning to open up my book. I was surprised to see Draco sit down next to me, though I could still feel the anger radiating off him.

"You really are a heartbreaker, aren't you?"

Confused by his words, I placed the book down at glared at him, "What are you talking about, Malfoy? Are you still going on about your owl?"

Draco gave me a look, "First you converse with Thomas, and now Terry Shoe from Ravenclaw? You can't make up your mind, can you?"

"His name is Terry Boot," I corrected sternly, before focusing on his other points. "And we're friends, there's nothing happening between us. But even if there was, why should that concern you?"

"It shouldn't," Draco stated plainly. "But you can call me curious. You seem to jump from boy to boy rather quickly, wouldn't you say?"

"I'm friends with Dean, and I'm friends with Terry. I'm not jumping from anyone."

"Doesn't seem that way to me...you were awfully affectionate outside the library," Draco murmured.

"You saw that? What, are you spying on me or something?" I asked, furiously.

"I was in the area," Draco said evasively. "But I must say, Miro, I'm quite honestly surprised and appalled at your selection of mates."

"What exactly do you mean by that?"

"I mean you have fairly low standards."

I faltered a bit in my response – I definitely wasn't expecting that. "And what do you think my standards are?"

"They've got to be breathing, at least. And male. I think that's it, actually," Draco shrugged.

I clenched my jaw, "My love life should be none of your business."

"Maybe not, but I can still have an opinion."

"And I'd rather you keep it to yourself."

"And I'd rather not. We both know that you're selling yourself short," Draco said.

This conversation was getting weirder and weirder, but somehow I couldn't just walk away.

"Oh really?" I questioned harshly.

"None of your love interests seem to know you at all. Let's face it; I'm the only one who knows you through and through. Not even Potter, Weasel, or the mudblood knows you like I do," Draco glared at me strongly.

I almost fell off my library chair, shocked at where this conversation was going.

"What are you trying to say?"

Draco held up his hands slightly, "I'm not trying to say anything. I'm merely telling you. No matter who you give your loyalty too, you'll always have to remember that your enemy knows things that they never will."

"Stop it, that's not true," I protested weakly.

"Is it? Well, you'll just have to see for yourself, but I know you'll come to realize it. You'll fight against it, but that's just who you are. Truthfully, I wouldn't have it any other way," Draco seemed to be finding some kind of twisted amusement in this.

If this was a new ploy to try to make my life as miserable as possible, this was the worst one yet. I got up from my chair and glared down at him.

"If what you're saying is true, than that means I know you better than anyone else," I snapped, hoping to catch him off guard.

But Draco simply shrugged, "Perhaps you do," he began. "But there are things you don't know...things no one knows."

"Why are you doing this? Why are you telling me this?" I asked, at a loss for what to do.

"Why am I telling you the truth?"Draco questioned, rubbing his chin. "Amusement, I guess. I don't seem to find a lot of that anymore. Or lack of better things to do, maybe. Doesn't make my words any less true, though...but I can see you've already realized that by the look on your face," Draco sighed, tilting his head to the side. "I'm a bit disappointed though, Christina," I cringed slightly at his use of my first name, "I expected you to put up more of a fight."

"You know nothing," I spat, having heard enough.

"Ah – there it is."

"You're terrible, that much I understand. I want nothing to do with you!" I said, but I surely didn't feel the resolve I had hoped I would have behind the words.

"We both know that's a lie, Christina."

"If you don't want me to interfere with your choices, stop trying to influence mine! Just stop!" I almost pleaded, and looked at his long, emotionless face with confused desperation, "What happened to you?"

Draco stood up abruptly, and walked towards me. "I am destined for great things."

He looked me in the eyes for a couple more seconds before storming out of the library, without looking back.

I slowly made my way back over to the library table and sat down limply. My mind was numb with confusion, with my own thoughts as well as Draco's actions.

Whatever great things Draco meant couldn't possibly be great for anyone, himself included.

A/N: Well...that was intense. Hope you enjoyed this chapter.

Also, please pray and keep your thoughts with those affected by the Boston Marathon bombing. It makes me sincerely upset that the evil us writers create for entertainment can be found in real life. This world is disappointing.