The next morning I woke up to find myself on the blue couch near the fireplace, by myself. Draco must have left after I went to sleep. I shook my head and got up.

Thank god it was Sunday because everyone had already gone to lunch when I had woken up.

I started walking around the room when it hit me; yesterday. How am I suppose to show my face in public? They'll probably say, "OH look, it's HER. Mark made-out with Blaise because Robin wasn't giving him any, if you know what I mean."

I popped the bubble from my head and got the courage to go downstairs to the great hall.

I took a deep breath and opened the doors to the great hall. I watched some people turn around and stare at me, which was a little freighting. I just kept on walking until I found Piper sitting and munching on a carrot. She turned around and motioned me to sit next to her.

"Robin, everyone knows what happened." Piper said putting down her carrot.

My heart stopped; would I have to live with this the whole year? Maybe they'd forget.

"The-they do?" I stuttered and nervously put some salad on my plate.

"Yeah, that's why everyone is ignoring Mark and Blaise. What he did to you was ultra mean and what she did was extremely bitchy." Piper said. What she had just explained brightened up my day. Everyone was against MARK AND BLAISE, not me.

I sighed in relief and smiled.

I looked down the table and saw Mark all by himself playing with his salad. My trademark was still there; his nose had become a purple-ish black-ish color and was bending slightly to the left. I laughed to myself and took a bite of my lunch. I had to get over it. It was just a bump in the road and I just ran over it.

I felt a little better that everyone was on my side of the situation, but I was now wondering what had gotten into Draco. Was he being nice on purpose or was his personality really like that? I had to find out. I had to know. But how? Just go up to him and say, "Hey Draco, were you just being nice to me so I would like you or are you REALLY like that?". . .? No, I don't think so. There had to be another way.

I let the question slide as another crept in my mind. What about that Quidditch match? Was it for the same reason?
I walked out of the castle and onto the Quidditch field holding my polished broom. I think I'm obsessed with Quidditch; I'm spending a perfectly good Sunday to practice. I have to tell you that the reason Ravenclaw usually looses Quidditch is because that lack of practices we schedule. We have maybe one practice a week, while others have at least two or three. I admire the Gryffindor and Slytherin teams because they really work at their skills and will do anything to win the championship. My team could care less if we come in last place.

I sighed and took out the Quidditch trunk. I let go of both bludgers and watched as they flew up. I quickly let go of the snitch, mounted my broom, and kicked off. I ducked the first bludger and went over the second. I flew up in the air, my eyes planted on the golden shimmer. Both bludgers came back and just barely missed me. I followed the snitch as it dove to the ground. I reached out my hand to grab it but was taken off guard as someone zoomed in front of me and grabbed the snitch. I stopped abruptly and turned around to see green robes fluttering in the wind.

Draco. . .

"Miss me?" He snickered and flew towards me holding the captured snitch. "Oh yeah. I longed for the day we'd meet again." I sneered sarcastically.

"So why are you out here?" I asked almost forgetting about the bludgers behind me and ducked both of them.

"Slytherin practice." He said simply and handed the snitch to me, "You?"

"Ravenclaw doesn't get enough practice, so to make up for my hours of lost training I came out here." I said watching the green robes fill the stadium. He was being so. . .un-Draco-ish.

"Well, sorry but Slytherin has practice today." He said and started flying towards his teammates.

"Wait!" I shouted and flew towards him. I had a plan. I wanted to know which one of us really deserved to capture the snitch that last game. "What?" Draco sneered and gave me one of his "I'm better than you; You're wasting my time" looks. Oh yeah, he's back to his egoistic self all right. The way he responded just made me even more determined to beat the brat at the game I had planned.