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~A/N~ Well, not really any notes… Ok, just read! However, I suggest you check Chapter 1 first, because that has the most important notes. LOL

Chapter 3: [Witty Title Goes Here]

     The next day, things were back to normal. For one thing, Draco Malfoy was his lazy, ignorant, arrogant self again. As for Aravella, well, she wasn't totally over the idea of killing herself yet. She still cried at night, and when she was really depressed, she would cry silently during the classes as well, except when she cried during class, her tears would not shed, they were caged inside, tearing her heart apart. Why she was so depressed was quite unknown. Of course, it could have been because of the cruel ways many people treated her. She didn't know why she reacted so strongly to the meaningless insults, she just did.

    One afternoon, during Potions, Aravella ran into Draco again. She quickly stifled her sobs and put on a smile, although again, it had no light behind it. No happiness, just a small, forced, meaningless smile. She plastered it onto her face, and would not stop smiling. All through class, she forced herself to keep smiling. 'Keep smiling', she thought to herself. 'You can cry later.' Even though Snape consistently picked on her, made her feel like a the true "mudblood" that she was not, she just kept that fake smile on her face. And cry she did, after class. She sobbed, and sobbed. She skipped dinner, and cried herself asleep.

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       The next morning, she awoke early. She took out some parchment, some ink, and her favorite quill. She decided to write a letter home.

           Dear Mama and Papa,

              Hogwarts is a fine school. I am quite enjoying myself here. I have made new friends, and although I regret to say, also some new enemies. What I do not understand is why I must keep my true identity hidden. Here, as much as I like it, people insult me for something that I am not…  Mama, Papa, why must I keep the fact that I am a pureblood hidden? Why??

                                                                             With much love,

                                                                                  Aravella

 She read it over to herself, then decided against sending it. She crumpled it, and carelessly threw it into a wastebasket, taking out a fresh roll of parchment.

                 Dear Mama & Papa,

                       Hogwarts is a fine school. I am quite enjoying myself here! It has a most welcoming atmosphere, and the teachers are quite nice. There are many classes here, and the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is much more advanced than the one at Beauxbatons!

                     The Great Hall here has a most amusing ceiling. It is enchanted so that it resembles the sky outside. On a starry night, the Great Hall's ceiling is full of bright stars as well!

                     I hope you are both well!

                                                                                         With much Love,

                                                                                                   Aravella

        This time, Aravella sealed it, then walked up to the Owlery, and tied the letter to a brown screech owl. She watched it fly off, then turned and went back to Gryffindor Tower.

         They had Double Potions once again that day. Aravella walked slowly down to Snape`s classroom, dreading what she would have to deal with this time. When she arrived, she sat down in her usual seat by the back, in a small corner, where she knelt, unnoticed. Next to her, Guinevere and Harry were chatting away happily broomstick models.

         When Snape finally entered 15 minutes after, he rapped his wand on the desk. "Today, you will be making a most advanced potion. The Polyjuice Potion. Yes, you heard right, the Polyjuice Potion,"he said, when several people made a move to clean out their ears. Snape scowled in disgust at the students. "The instructions are on the backboard… And the needed ingrediants are in front of you", he said, pointing at the back board, then at the students. Aravella sighed. This was going to be one  long class.

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          At long last, the class was over. Aravella ran as fast as she could, away from all the insults, all the cruelty. She ran to her secret sanctuary, a small space between two portraits and behind a big statue of stone gargoyle, who resembled a grandmother, and smiled rather warmly at Aravella when she slipped behind her to get to her small space. As soon as she reached her corner, she fell to the floor, choking on sobs.

        Aravella tried to stay strong, but all her stifled tears fell from her dark brown eyes. They were silent tears, but tears of pure depression and mistreatment. Yes, she was mistreated. She was not a mudblood; her blood was quite clean, thank you very much. When all her tears fell from her eyes, fresh ones become to form. She choked them back, and then wiped her eyes hastily with the sleeve of her robe.

        She dashed away from the spot, smiling weakly at the gargoyle, and then she ran out to the courtyard, towards the Forbidden Forest. Except, she never quite made it outside. She got as far as the Entrance Hall before someone stopped her. She fell to the ground, sobbing silently again. 'Why? WHY? WHY? Why can't everyone just let me die?' she thought, tears blinding her. She felt a hand on her shoulder, and looked up, to see none other than Draco Malfoy looking down at her. She sighed, and placed her head in her hands, sobbing. "What, Malfoy?" she asked, wondering what Malfoy could possibly want. Sure, he had been nice before, but he was Malfoy! You didn't need to be at Hogwarts for long to see that Malfoy was a cold soul, and had almost no feelings.  "Been crying, have we, Malozhaire?" he asked, not cruelly, just with his usual drawl. Aravella looked up. 'Her eyes are still beautiful, even after she has cried.. And her lips….', Draco thought, unable to take his eyes off her. 'What?? Why do I like her? She`s not a mudblood, but still! She`s Malozhaire!' Of course, Draco had not known Aravella for long, but she was a lot like Hermione, intelligent, clever, sly, charming, and beautiful above all that.

          "Listen, Malfoy.. I don`t need this.. Not today, and not from you.. So please, just leave me alone…" she said slowly, her eyes downcast. A stray tear slipped from her eyes, and Draco wiped it away. He knelt down beside her, and then held her chin up so that their eyes met. "Malozhaire, do you know how beautiful you are?" he asked, forgetting about everything else. Aravella smirked. "So, Mr.Malfoy, do you like getting hurt, or do you just have, how you say, issues?" she smirked, her charm returning. Draco smirked back, then leaned in closer, closer… Closer... Until their lips met. He kissed her lightly at first, then put in more pressure, more strength, more passion, more desire. Soon, their tongues explored each other's mouths, with great passion and desire, and want.

          Finally, what seemed like ages later, Draco pulled out of the kiss, to let Aravella catch her breath again. "So, you do  like what you see…", she smirked playfully at him, kissing him lightly on the lips, just as she had done before.

~A/N~ Whew!! Ok, Ok, so it wasn`t exactly a long chapter, but it took time to think about the content. LOL. Hope you enjoyed!

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