Author's Note:

Okay, hi everyone. I owe you all a very big apology. I know I have not updated or written a fanfic for so long and I have been getting so many e-mails asking me when I was going to update something. I appreciate all the kind words you leave for me in your reviews and I love reading what you have to say.

Unfortunately for me, It has been so long since I started writing this fanfic that I have forgotten everything I had planned for it. However, I am still keen on writing it so I will continue, just making it up from scratch. I hope that's all right with you. I am as clueless as you when it comes to the characters because I lost all my files and documents I had describing my characters for this and exactly what I wanted out of them. Doh!
I suppose the reason I haven't written is because I haven't FELT like it. I have had heaps going on in my life, things that I haven't dealt with before and it's made me feel tired and definitely un-creative.

I hope this chapter makes up for it. At least for now.

Chapter Three...

Kali looked at herself in the mirror. She studied her rather peculiar hands, so small and tiny, they looked rather fragile, almost like they'd break in half. It was hard for her to believe that these were the very hands that had hit somebody just the night before.

She ran them under some cold water and splashed her face. "Get a grip," she told her reflection. "What's wrong with you? You're acting so weird!"

Her reflection smiled evilly at her. "Yes, very weird!" she agreed.

Kali put a hand over the mirror. "Shut up, nobody asked you!"

The reflection muttered some kind of response but never the less, shut it's mouth.

Kali dried her face and slammed the bathroom door closed behind her as she made her way down to the Slytherin Common room.

She was greeted by Draco who smiled pleasantly in her direction as she fought her way through a group of first years who seemed to be arguing over the Wizards Chess set.

Waving her arms to get them out of the way she wandered over to Draco who beamed as she sat next to him.

"Hi Kali," he grinned.

"Hey Draco," replied Kali. "What are you doing?" she gestured to the big brown hardcover book he was holding.

"Trying to think of ways to kick Gryffindor's butt in the match tomorrow." He held up the book so she could see the cover.

"Ah, very smart. Any particular ideas yet?" she asked, running her tiny, fragile hands through her shiny hair.

Draco looked at the ground. "Well... no, not really... not yet! But I assure you, I will think of something, I promise you that!"

Kali chuckled. "Sure, sure you will," she baited.

Draco grinned, something he rarely did in public. "Thanks Kali," he whispered.

She froze, he was being really serious. "For what?" she asked, slightly lowering her head and her voice at the same time.

"For just being such an awesome friend to me," he replied. Though not many other students were used to Draco being so thoughtful, Kali, having known him for a very long time, was used to it.

"No Draco," she replied with a smile. "I believe I am the one who should be thankful for you." With that, she gave him a quick hug.

* * * * *

"Wood, I can't believe this!" shouted Angelina Johnson from the entrance to the Gryffindor common room.

It was early the next morning and Oliver was getting the team ready for the big Quidditch match that day. So far, he'd drilled them on tactics they already knew, shovelled great amounts of food down their throats and even resorted to tying Angelina's hair back himself because he didn't think she'd done it tightly enough and that it would fly out into her face.

"What?" he asked, looking up from his breakfast. So far he had barely touched a piece. He preferred the team eating in their own common room because it was far more private and they could talk about their tactics without the others listening in.

"They cancelled the match."

"WHAT?" Oliver leapt up out of the chair, spilling crumbs and something called 'vegemite' all over himself and the carpet.

"They cancelled it. Slytherin did. Apparently Malfoy has hurt his arm so badly it's impossible for them to play!" Angelina looked just as flustered as Oliver. Though it was debatable whether this was merely from the cancellation or the fact her hair was so tight it was hurting her.

"What about the reserves?" Wood was pacing the room now, deep in thought.

"None. All sick. A 'flu' according to Snape."

"I'M SO ANGRY!" Oliver stated, banging his fist down on the nearest piece of furniture. He forgot his own strength and little bits of timber went flying.

Angelina stopped talking. The other team members froze. They hadn't quite expected that from their beloved captain. I mean, he was passionate... but not THAT passionate.

"Uh, we can kind of see that," muttered Fred, not even feeling brave enough to make a wise crack too loudly.

Nobody however, was more shocked about Oliver's outburst than himself. His hands shaking, he put them deep inside his robe pockets and shrugged.

"I'm sorry about that," he said quietly and excused himself out to the hallway.

* * * * *

Oliver shivered as he made his way through the corridors. He could hear people either side of him trying to start up conversations, all probably wanting to know his reaction to the match cancellation.

He ignored them all, he needed peace. Time to himself. He was really beginning to give himself a headache from all this thinking and pressure.

As he turned a corner, he coincidently bumped into a familiar mass of dark shiny hair.

"Oliver!" cried Kali, looking scared. She began to back away, her arms outstretched in front of her.

"Don't worry," he grumbled in reply. "I'm not going to hit you."

She hesitantly lowered them. "I guess you heard about the game huh?"

"Yes," his eyes narrowed. "Why would you stoop that low?"

"Excuse me?" Kali's eyes widened.

"I mean, if you're really that scared, just forfeit. Don't make up stupid excuses for Malfoy."

"For your information, it's serious! He really is injured!" Kali was getting very uptight about this whole situation. Draco was her bestfriend. How dare anybody doubt his honesty! Obviously, Wood didn't know him the way she did.

"Yeah whatever," he began to walk away, but Kali wouldn't let this rest.

"Come back here!" she grabbed him by the shoulders roughly and pulled him down to her eye level. Her sudden burst of strength took Oliver by surprise and he staggered back a few steps.

"You really did hit her... you certainly have the strength..."

"Shut up. Don't talk about Draco that way. You don't know anything about him!"

Their argument was getting louder and louder and they were beginning to assemble a little crowd.

"Go away!" Kali yelled at her peers.

"You too!" Oliver shot back at the Gryffindors behind him.

"This is a private conversation!" Kali spat back at what must have been her friends.

Muttering under their breath, everyone turned away, disappointed.

"What did she say to you?" Oliver demanded. He was quite taken back at her fiery Kali was when she was mad about something.

"Nothing that need concern you!"

"I don't believe you!"

"I don't care. It's something personal and if you knew anything REAL about Ms Perfect Katie Bell then maybe you'd think twice too. Now, if you don't mind, this conversation is over and I would like you to stop talking to me. Good bye!"

Kali gave him a last glare with her deep, dark eyes and turned her back on him, heading back in the direction she'd come.

Oliver sighed with exasperation and anger. Who was Kali? What did she mean by 'real'?

"Crazy girl..." he muttered as he headed back to the common room. Obviously he wasn't going to get any privacy out here.