(just a little note, to the nice people that reviewed this, thanks for all the comments that are helping and encouraging me. To those who say this is crap and that I think Harry is a coward, this story is meant to be enjoyment for me and hopefully those who read, I don't think Harry is a coward and I hope I haven't portrayed him as such. If I have I apologise. I also want to clear something else up this will become a bit more action as well as romance soon and the chapters will become longer when I have time to spend on them over Christmas. Happy Hols Ris)

Maria walked into the dimly lit ward; she saw Draco sat upright nibbling on some chocolate.
"Draco?" she asked timidly, she was far from friends with him.
"Maria? Why aren't you cleaning the trophies?" he questioned.
"We've been exonerated," she smiled.
"Why are you visiting me? No-one else does,"
"Just making sure you were OK and to tell you that we're out of detention," she turned to leave.
"Don't leave yet," he reached out trying to grasp onto her. "Please,"
"Draco, I...." she inhaled deeply. "What do you want from me? More purple hair?"
"Sorry, can I talk with you later?" his eyes pleaded with hers.
"Tomorrow, in the library, during lunch," she relented; something about him lying there alone desperate made her want to help. She began to feel like part of the wrong house.
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Maria lay in her bed unable to sleep, she had been thinking about pulling a prank but chose not to opting to wait until Draco was able to be the target. She left the four-poster and went into the girls' bathroom to have a shower that might clear her head and let her sleep. She let the warm water cascade over her as she washed her hair. She spent a good twenty minutes under the water before towelling herself dry. In the large mirror she saw her long black hair, she ran her fingers through it sighing.
"Time for a change, but what colour?" she said thoughtfully. "Blonde? Brunette? Red? Purple?" Maria wanted to have an impact with whatever she did, but not to outrageous, after all she didn't want to get expelled again. She decided on giving herself purple highlights to match Draco's streak. "Highlightus lilaci" (AN I'm useless at inventing spells) she commanded quietly as not to wake the other girls, slowly streaks of lilac began to appear, 'growing' to the tips. Maria grinned satisfied with the result and returned to bed.