K15: hey guys, so this is another chapter.

Fred: Of course.

Me: This time there is no Fred… or George for that matter. But only because it's part of Harry's plan.

Fred: BUT!

Me: FRED!

Fred: Oh, wait; I'm not supposed to tell you about that.

Me: Exactly. Anyway, enjoy the chapter. Later. K15

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, only the stuff I have in my room.


Dedication: This one is to everyone who is having trouble with school, frustrated, and over worked. Just remember you're not alone! :)

Other less important dedication: To Wacey, because he's doing too much and needs a vacation. :)

Pamela sighed and clutched her books tighter to her. She had just gotten her test score back from Psychology. It was not a happy score, how was she going to explain this to her mother, that she had failed another test. Sighing she looked at the building that was off in the distance.

The blonde was so close to the dorm. She could have gone back there, she had stayed the last two nights there. But then again she could have gone to the Apparation point. Which was only two feet towards the left. George had been bugging her to come and spend some time with him. He was lonely now that Fred was in Turkey. It was only Tuesday of homecoming week and Pamela was being driven nuts.

"PAMELA!" a voice yelled behind her. Turning around she was able to spot her black haired roommate, Chelsea. "Hey roomie!"

"Hello Chelsea how was math?"

"Boring," she answered, flinging her bag onto her shoulder. "How was your test?"

Pamela let out a frustrated snuff. Her blue eyes avoided the brown ones of her roommate's. She let out another longer sigh. She shrugged, figuring it was going to be best to lie. "You haven't seen George have you?"

"No, nor have I seen Harry around either."

Pamela scrunched up her face. "Has he been hanging around here too?" she demanded.

Chelsea laughed. "He came by the other day while you were in math. But he left knowing that you hadn't… well… sorry I'm sworn to secrecy."

Pamela rolled her eyes. "Of course you are," she muttered. "It doesn't matt—"

"FOR THE LAST BLOODY TIME! I'M FREE TO TRAVEL BACK AND FORTH!"

"A Brit?" Chelsea asked, referring to someone from England.

"It wouldn't surprise me," Pamela replied. A look of confusion was etched onto her face. "But then again a lot of things don't surprise me nowadays."

Chelsea nodded her answer and went towards the dorm. "Are you coming?"

Pamela shook her head. "No, my curiosity is getting the better of me."

"Of course it is. Okay, I'll see you later then," she sprinted off ahead of the witch.

"We need to see some form of identification," another, deeper, male voice stated. Pamela knew that it was the Apparation guards. They were more specific with what wizards were and weren't allowed to travel through this point.

"I gave you mine already."

"And we told you sir, that it doesn't work."

"How can it not blood work? I got that from Potter before I left."

Pamela raised an eyebrow and took a step closer. A plan was already working through her mind. If she was caught then she could just make the excuse she was going off to England to visit George Weasley. Usually the idea was with her, and they didn't question her too much.

"Miss, I'm sorry but this portal is under closure. At least until we apprehend this culprit," a wizard with dark blue robes stated.

"I'm curious as who that is," Pamela questioned.

"That is Draco Malfoy, nitrous Death Eater, wanted for several crimes in England," came her answer.

"And I told you that I was cleared of most of those crimes, and I served my time in Azkaban for the one that I was not cleared of," Malfoy defended.

Pamela stood up a little taller. She couldn't remember much of Malfoy through her one and half years at Hogwarts. But what she could remember wasn't the friendliest of memories. She took a step closer but a hand reached out to stop her.

"Get your hands off me," she snapped. "I'm going to talk to him. I was expecting someone today. Mr. Potter said I would know when I saw him." It wasn't the best lie she could come up with, and since she had gotten to Salem University her lying skills have gotten worse and worse.

"We will allow you five minutes." The guard motioned towards the others. The two of them walked away.

It was then when Pamela took charge of the situation. "What are you doing here?" she paused. "Especially without a valid I.D."

"As I told that wizard before, I have a proper form. You Americans must not know anything."

"I know who you are. You're Draco Malfoy, heir to the Malfoy family fortune," she said, raising her head only slightly. "You were placed in slightly and hate everyone and everything dealing with the lesser group of Wizards."

"Lesser?" he questioned, brushing a piece of his blonde hair out of his face.

"Muggle Borns," Pamela stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Or Mudbloods as you so nicely put it."

Malfoy snorted. "Do you blame me?"

"Yeah, because I fall into that group of witches. As does my best friend Hermione," she snapped at him.

"Oh."

Pamela rolled her eyes. "Yeah, Hermione's told me shitty things about you," she continued on. She snapped on her heal and got ready to leave when his hand reached out and grabbed her. "Let me go."

"Help me," he said. She knew that this was a whole new type of level for him. Hermione had never mentioned him needing help before. Malfoy was prideful and stubborn. Help was almost beneath him.

"Why should I help you? I'm a Mudblood," said Pamela, almost cruelly. "It doesn't matter that I've got some…"

"Please?"

"Do you even know my name?"

"Is it required?"

"Fine, I see how it is, don't have my help." Pamela shrugged. She sighed, and opened her mouth to call for the help.

"Potter said it was something that I could remember," said Malfoy. He was sounding rather desperate. "Help me please?"

Pamela debated for a moment. She looked into his silver blue eyes. She gulped. His eyes were rather, for lack of better word, perfect. Sighing she gritted her teeth and bounced her head back and forth.

"Fine," she agreed. It was against her better judgment. "It's Pamela for future references."

Malfoy smirked, making Pamela's heart race. She mentally cursed a feeling that she was developing for the former Death Eater. He took her hand and kissed it gently on the knuckles. He's OOC, Pamela thought. Or really quick to jump and play the part of innocent.

"Miss, I will have to ask you to leave, while he take him into questioning," the guard said. In his hands were a chocolate donut and a cup of coffee. "He is…"

"Here to see me. Mr. Potter sent him to talk about the situation happening with the Death Eaters," Pamela lied quickly. She was making this completely off the top of her head. Hopefully Malfoy would be quick to catch on to it. "Draco here over reacted because I was late to warn you."

The wizard raised his eyebrow, glancing between Malfoy and Pamela. "How can we be so sure?"

Malfoy was quick to speak up. "Because sir, Pamela is never late. So when I didn't see her face amongst the lack of crowd, I panicked."

She bit her bottom lip and nodded, trying to hold back a laugh. That lie was on the pathetic side. "He's part of my safety, in case Chase escapes. I'm pretty sure the Ministry in England has told you about it?"

"Ah yes, we did not know that it would take so long to get a…"

Malfoy narrowed his eyes. "It's because the Ministry had many candidates to look through. You cannot rush these types of situation. As for I am on the Ministry itself, and know what goes behind choosing a ba—body guard."

Pamela looked at him. He could've blown it all by saying babysitting. Sighing she nodded. "George had the final say, and figured that a pure blood would be better to protect me," she paused. She was too caught up in her thoughts about Fred now. What would he say to this strange friendship that was starting to develop. "And with a former…"

"Miss, your stories do not add up."

The witch looked up towards the ceiling shaking her head. Her eyes caught a glimpse of Malfoy's wand. She grabbed it out of his back pocket and held it in front of the guards nose. She gave it a wave and muttered, "Oblivio."

The wizard with blue robes looked at her and put a smile. "Pamela, it is great to see you again. How are you?"

"I'm doing well," she replied just as sweetly.

"That's good to hear, are you heading to England?"

"No sir, I think I'm going to be staying here. Thanks for the offer though." She grabbed Malfoy's wrist and began to drag him back towards the dorm. The sun still seemed to be shining brightly, and the weather was warm to. Pamela took in the sun that warmed her somewhat pale skin.

Malfoy on the other hand seemed like a vampire and pulled himself back, pulling his cloak's hood on. Pamela chuckled and pushed it off his head. She giggled as he glared at her. It rather nice to have him like his old self again, he didn't say a single word the whole trip back to the dorm.

"Uh, Mudblood?"

Pamela froze in her steps. They were right before the door, and now he had to start with the names. She felt offended. She didn't want to answer him right away. After a second she offered him a fake smile and said, "Pure blood?"

"Thank you," he muttered.

"Did that hurt your pride?"

"I'm apologizing to you. You better as hell take it," Malfoy stated.

Pamela turned to him and poked his chest. "Listen here you dumbass, I just saved you from another trip to Azkaban. After everything you've done to Hermione, and Harry you should be grateful."

"For what?"

"The fact that I saved you!" Pamela's eyes narrowed, and her shoulders became a little more tensed. "Forget it, you go home, and you go and get yourself in trouble."

Malfoy stopped for a moment. He looked at Pamela, who had her arms crossed. The wand in her hand was his. It was that moment that he decided she had to be a skilled witch. He finally admitted defeat and held out his hand.

"What are you doing?" Pamela asked.

"A truce?"

"There's got to be a catch," she declared. "There's always a catch with these kind of things."

A smirk crossed his face. "Well, other than you giving me wand back, no catch. Malfoy's honor."

Pamela raised her eyebrow. She finally held out her hand and took his, shaking it. The witch thought about it. She had decided that it was the start of a very strange friendship.

K15: So, this chapter was kind of fun to write. I'm not going to lie.

Fred: I was laughing at Pamela's misfortune. Or is it Malfoy's misfortune?

Me: Either way, it was funny. So I just couldn't stop writing in this chapter. Which is a good thing.

Fred: Of course.

Me: Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it. So don't forget to review. It makes us all happy. I'll get started on the next chapter right away. So until then. Later. K15