Soon afterwards I left Malfoy. He snuck to the Owlery to send a letter of the discovery we had made to his mother. It was like living a strange parallel universe not fighting with Malfoy and for once not having the heavy feeling of hatred in the air between us. We had collected our wands from Filch in his office that had smell fish and something else really funny. He growled at us and handed our wands back to us which were oily (I cleaned it thoroughly as soon as I got back to the common room).

I am not very good at sneaking so I just ran as fast as I could to Ravenclaw tower crossing my fingers that I wouldn't get caught. I didn't fall over once for a change! When I had answered the riddle and had passed through the common room (and cleaned my wand) I climbed the stair and went into my dorm I wasn't surprise to find that everyone was asleep, it was past one in the morning.

I didn't realise that I was really tired until my head hit the pillow of my bed. I woke the next morning to find Pumpkin's tail in my mouth. I spat it out coughing a fit, completely in disgust.

"Pumpkin!" I spat wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "Seriously?!"

Pumpkin was dozing on the side of my pillow that my head wasn't sleeping on resting his fluffy head on my bedside table with not a care in the world. I sighed in disgust and made my way to the bathroom to rinse out my mouth.

"Out late with, Malfoy last night, Rosie?" I heard Abby's sing song voice cried from the dorm.

I frowned looking at my reflection in the mirror over the sink. I narrowed my eyes at the thought of being out late with Malfoy.

'But you were!" the voice at the back of my head piped in.

I ignored it and walked back into the dorm.

"What were you doing last night, Rose? Your detention definitely would not have gone on until 1 o'clock in the morning." Jane asked chipping in her colourful owl earing into her pierced ears. She had a thing for colourful owl stuff ever since we got back to Hogwarts.

Abby grinned teasingly at me.

Violet and Angela had left the dorm early like usually so I launched into my story of Malfoy's now (hopefully) solved problem and all the things I had forgot to tell them.

After I finished Jane asked.

"Really the book that attacked you and Malfoy was the book you needed?"

I nodded.

"Sounds like some stupid cliché in a romantic comedy movie?" commented Abby.

I raised an eyebrow sneered. "Romantic comedy movie?"
"It sounds like the very definition your night with Malfoy." Abby laughed blowing a kiss.

"Ha ha." I said sarcastically edging over to my bed. "Very funny."

At that I took my pillow from under Pumpkin and hit Abby straight in the face with it. Only to have one war of a pillow fight break out in our dorm.

After I got dressed into a pair of fresh robes I headed down to the Great Hall with my friends for breakfast. As we approached the entrance of the Great Hall I was almost knocked backwards Malfoy.

I let out a gasp as he stepped towards me and thrusted a folded up newspaper into my hands. He muttered close to my ear so I could only hear.

"Too late for some."

And as quickly as he had come he left. Jane and Abby stood dumbfounded next to me. I carefully unfolded the newspaper, the Daily Prophet, to find Lucius Malfoy's face staring at me his cold grey eyes the same shade of Malfoy's cutting through me. He struggled against the chains holding him in place for the photo silently screaming like a mad man in his Azkaban prison robes along with his number plate in his hands. My eyes scanned upwards to see the title in huge black print it was: 'MALFOY TO FINALLY RECEIVE THE DEMENTOR'S KISS'.

I scanned the article that accompanied the picture that was full of all the crimes Lucius Malfoy had committed throughout his years as a death eater. At the end something of interest was written 'Malfoy's son, Draco Malfoy, trail has been postponed due to 'complications' with the law.'

Abby and Jane who had been read over my shoulder stood next to me silently unsure of what to say. I didn't know what to say either. I felt pity swell in my stomach and surprisingly some kind of guilt.