A/N: I'm horrible, I totally change Harry's personality but it's just so funny.

~35 Tell Me, Lover, Are You Lonely?

"Are you sure you're all right?" Blaise asked.

I nodded, wiping off the blue goo that drenched my sleeve.

"It only burns a little. Draco got the full blast," I said.

"And it splashed all over Jordan's Herbology essay that's due today," Julian added.

I groaned.

Julian looked at me, "Have you even started it?"

Shaking my head, I took off my robe.

"Well, I'm going to go and enjoy my lunch. You two have fun," Julian nodded.

Jordan soon replaced Julian at my side. Blaise and Jordan exchanged tense looks and I simply shook my head.

"So what are you going to do about your paper?" I asked her.

"I talked to Snape. He said he was going to tell Sprout about the incident. So I'll get time to rewrite it."

"About that incident, what happened? Draco is really good at potions," Blaise asked.

Blaise and Jordan looked at each other.

"What? Oh wait, let me guess. Angela?" I asked.

They both nodded.

"But why would..." I started.

"She didn't. You know when Pansy and Millicent kept throwing yours things on the ground?" Jordan said.

"Yeah."

"Well every time you bent down to pick them up, Angela was putting crap in your caldron. Draco saw and switched them when you weren't looking and when Angela went to go put hers in storage," Blaise explained.

I nodded, almost smiling inside. I knew I had at least weakened the curse on him.

"So what about him? Is he going to be ok?" I wondered.

Blaise and Jordan again exchanged looks again, but this time it was more of a knowing look. I rolled my eyes.

"He should be fine, Em," Jordan nudged me with her elbow.

"Kenzie!"

The three of us cringed.

"What is the matter with you, Kenzie?"

I dove behind Blaise as she outstretched her hand toward me.

"Back off, Marks," he ordered.

"No! It's because of HER that Draco is in the hospital wing!" she shrieked.

"How is it my fault!" I shot back.

Her arm snaked around Blaise and managed to smack me in the face.

"Is there a problem here?"

It was Wood. We all looked at him and Angela angrily sauntered off.

"No, there's no problem, Professor," Blaise answered.

"Not anymore there isn't," I muttered.

Wood suspiciously eyed up Blaise and me. Apparently he still thinks we're together. I saw this and rolled my eyes.

"Well, we best be getting off to lunch, Professor," I hurried us out of there and into the Great Hall. The other two began eating while I furiously began working on my Herbology essay on the hellebore plant and its medicinal properties.

"Uh-oh, here comes trouble...or at least something interesting."

I looked up at Blaise's words and saw Harry Potter strolling his way down the Slytherin table, receiving hisses as he went. He had a smug little smirk plastered on his face and I groaned. I knew what this was going to be about. Several people from other tables were watching. It seems that Angela's little rumor has gotten around a lot more than I thought. Potter sat on my right and just smirked at me. Blaise and Jordan amusedly watched.

"Can I help you, Potter?" I said without looking up.

"Rumor has it, you slept with me."

I think I nearly gagged just thinking about it, "Yeah? And we both know those rumors aren't true."

"Right, so why start it?" he smirked.

My mouth dropped. Does he really think I started this ridiculous rumor?

"What?"

"Why did you start the rumor? Were you hoping it would happen?" his smirk grew.

Blaise choked on his food, and Jordan slammed his back to help him breathe.

"I didn't start that rumor," I defensively told him.

"Come on, Aemilia. You don't have to be embarrassed. Y'know, I really didn't like you before. But once I heard the rumor, I came to realize you were just being rude for the attention. You really just wanted me to notice you."

I stared at him like he was an idiot.

He stroked my arm, "Believe me, I noticed."

I slapped his hand away, "I didn't start that rumor, Potter. You need to quit living in a fantasy world, reality doesn't revolve around you."

"Uh, I don't know if you've heard but I'm the Chosen One. So actually it does," he arrogantly corrected me.

By now, Jordan and Blaise were giving him incredulous looks.

"Your so-called fame has gotten way into your head."

"Fine, if you want to be that way about it..."

He stood up and started walking away.

"Hey, Potter!" I called after him.

He turned and many people were watching.

"I hope you made a good Swelling Potion today because you could use some to swell certain areas of your anatomy."

The people around us erupted in laughter as Potter turned beet red and stormed off. That little episode, though, did little to halt the mocking. Students would walk by and shout rude names at me and throw paper balls at my head with vulgar little notes scribbled on them. I couldn't believe how crude the human race was.

I worked all throughout lunch and all throughout my break. Sometime during break the wind began to pick up outside and many students came running back inside. The cracks in the castle began to howl and the temperature dropped substantially. The bell warning for the next class rang just as I finished my last sentence. I held up my eight pages of glorious B.S. in pride. With my paper in hand, I rushed out on the grounds to the greenhouses. I stumbled off the stairs from the brutal force of the wind. It was a lot worse than I had expected. I spotted Blaise and Jordan ahead of me. Just as I was about to catch up, I felt a smack on my hand and my papers whipped right out. I spun around and a cackling Angela walked on by. I screamed into the wind and Blaise handed me a single page that he managed to catch. Blaise and Jordan saw the fire burning in my eyes and I watched that bitch walk into the greenhouse.

"The alignment can't come soon enough for her," I growled.

We were all about to head in to the greenhouse when I got a strange feeling that I was being watched. I turned and looked back at the forest. On the edge of the forest and my Devils Trap, was Sean. He was cloaked in black and his face was gaunt. But it still held that demonic smirk of his. My hatred for Angela ebbed away and was replaced by my fear of Sean. Our eyes connected. He flashed me a toothy grin and faded back into the brush. The wind whipped my hair about my face as my gaze was transfixed where he stood. I was yanked into the greenhouse by Julian.

"Why was he here?" he furiously asked me.

I shook myself out of my reverie.

"I don't know. Julian, you should've seen the look he gave me. It's like...I don't know."

He saw the troubled look on my face and let it go. We sat down and I ended up next to Draco and Angela. After a brief scolding by Professor Sprout about my essay we went to work on planting our hellebore. And every single time Angela stood up to get something, she would dump a little dragon dung down my shirt. Finally Professor Sprout noticed and sent her to detention. I breathed a sigh of relief as I watched her leave. After a little while, Julian went to go put his plant into storage, leaving me with Draco.

"How are you feeling?" I meekly asked.

He looked at me, and I saw the burns on his face.

"How do you think I'm feeling?"

"Sorry, it was just a question."

"Be careful with you potions next time!" he hissed.

"Hem, hem!"

Sprout sent us a reproachful glare and we looked back at our plants and wrote down our observations. When she went to go observe some other students we looked back at each other.

"I wouldn't have to be more careful if you put a leash on that spaz of yours," I challenged.

"Leave Angela out of this," he lamely defended her.

"She's the cause of this!" I hissed.

I grabbed a handful of dirt and threw it at Blaise and Jordan who were listening in on our conversation.

"Well if you would just leave us alone, there wouldn't be any problems."

"I tried that. Before break and she practically put me in a coma, Draco."

He slammed his tools down and fully turned to me.

"Stay out of my way if you know what's good for you, Kenzie. I told you before, I don't want anything to do with you," his anger rose.

"See, I have a hard time believing that bullhonkey," I crossly said.

"Believe it and get over it."

He grabbed his plant and went to put it away. I frustratingly sat down and finished planting the hellebore. After class, Blaise and Jordan apologized for listening in. Our classes were done for the day since we had double potions, so we all headed back to the common room.

"Today was annoying," I expressed.

Jordan laughed. Blaise went to shower because I apparently I got a little dragon dung down his shirt.

"I'm serious. I mean Angela was entertaining at first, but now I don't know how much more I can take."

"There's what? Four months left until the alignment? Hold your cover until then," Jordan advised.

"I don't know if I can," I groaned falling back into the couch.

"I mean Angela, Draco's being a dick, and this whole Sean thing. It makes pretending to be human really difficult."

"Try actually being human once," Jordan chuckled.

"I'd probably kill myself."

"Good, then you can rid Hogwarts of your stupidity."

I sunk lower into the couch, hoping Angela would just leave me alone.

"Where's your great protector?" she smirked, noticing Blaise's absence.

"In the shower, he's afraid he caught your case of the ugly," I snidely mocked.

She raised a hand to smack me.

"Angela, forget her. She's not even worth the effort," Draco put his hand on her shoulder.

Angela looked at Draco and lowered her hand. She smirked at me and pulled Draco into a long, drawn-out kiss. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. She smirked at me again and pulled Draco down the hall and into the girls' dormitory. I slammed my fist down on the side of the couch.

"She makes me so mad!"

"At least Draco still likes you."

"You heard him. I'm not even worth it," I reminded her.

"Yeah, but you didn't see how he said it."

"I heard it, that's enough."

"No. He said it looking right at you. And it wasn't a mean stare. It was more sincere and caring."

I rolled my eyes.

"You and Blaise need a dose of reality."

I situated myself comfortably on the couch.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Getting ready for bed."

"Why..." she slowly asked.

"You think I'm going in there?" I motioned to the girls' dorm.

"Good point. Move to the other side."

"Why?"

"I'm joining you."