Gwen walked through the hallways. "The life of an outcast," she sighed. She loved it this quiet. Not a soul in sight. Everyone was at the Quidditch match. She wandered out into the courtyard where dark clouds loomed above. Not that it wasn't normal, I mean, she was in England. She stepped over to a small stone stool, adorned with moss, like it had been waiting for her. She sat down, and pulled out a small notebook. It was small, and blue, filled with lined scroll paper. She also pulled out a quill, and some ink as well.. She loved writing. It was her favorite thing. She mostly wrote muggle love stories, normally between two guys. She giggled at the thought. Gwen's eyes fixed upon the paper, and with a steady mind, she began writing another story. They were usually about 10 pages long, but no matter. As she had sat down, a pair of steel-gray eyes had begun looking at her. Studying her. Her obvious joy at the quiet had been comforting. Almost, cute. She was not what you would consider and "average witch." Without a sound, the mystery glided over until he was no more than a foot from Gwen. Gwen looked at her paper intently and chewed the end of her quill. "Blech," she said, sticking out her tongue and plucking stuff from it, "feathers!" The other person giggled and calmed from their previously nervous state. "Hullo!" Gwen squeaked, finally looking up from her paper, "Why aren't you at the game?" "got kicked off the team. Something about how Millicent Bulstrode had more talent than I had money." Our blond haired pin-up model said. "Hm." hummed Gwen, obviously uninterested. She started writing again. "Can I see what you're writing?" the boy of 17 said. "Um.,uh.well, I never." Gwen pleaded. "C'mon, just a little?" With that, the boy we will all call Draco Malfoy , snatched the book from under Gwen's arms, and began reading. Gwen turned a brilliant shade of purple, and wrestled Draco to the floor causing him to drop the book. Gwen picked up her prized possession up, and left Draco on the ground. "Don't you EVER touch this again, or I swear Christ I'll.I'll." She left the threat hanging and headed out to her dorm room. She growled. "Those damn, dirty, nosey, slanderous, Slytherin fuckers. I swear I'm gonna kill them all some day." Not that it was true, but she did hate them. She heard a knock on her door. "Damnit!," she cursed, "of all the fucking things to do! The cheap little bastard followed me!" She opened the door. As expected, there he, Draco Malfoy, was. In the goddamn fucking flesh. He blushed. Very uncharacteristic of a Malfoy. "I need you to help me with something." He began.

"What do you need help with?" Gwen asked with an annoyed tone. Once again, Draco turned a deep shade of magenta. "There's someone I.someone I am very fond of. But I am not quite sure if they feel the same way about me." Gwen looked confused. Not that her confusion was uncommon but still. "And you came to me, why?" she inquired. "You have a reputation." He stuttered. Gwen sighed, "Come in," she said, pulling Draco into her dorm, "come in." So, Malfoy began. He told the whole story, but never revealed the name of the one he admired. He never gave a hint of who it was. When he ended, Gwen felt like she could write a novel. It was the classic love tale. He loved a person who he thought loved someone else. Draco paused. "Why did you stop?" Gwen asked, "There is one little twist." He admitted. "What?" Gwen inquired. "The person is a guy. Actually, its Harry Potter."