Author's note:

Aaaaaah, first of all for those of you who are actually reviewing, THANK YOU for your support, criticism, etc. Heeheehee, FutbolMenina: I have no problems at all with you reviewing like every single time I post something new. I'm enjoying reading them, really!!! About all the stuff you said. I DO plan on making the Allyson/animagus thing a little more prominent and in the importance of this story, and I think I'll also try to throw Ron into more of his lovable character traits that we're all familiar with. Also, I will definitely make Fred and George more mischievous. Ah, I can feel a plot brewing as I speak. O_o. Type, whatever, give me a break, I only got a few hours of sleep last night! Oh, and one more thing. I realized as I was trying to edit this fan fic a little the other day that I sort of just forgot about Tania writing a letter to her parents. So I've edited Chapter 8 to sort of include that a little bit. Once again, thanks for everyone's support and all, please keep reading and reviewing, and SORRY THIS WAS SO LONG!!!!!!!!!!!

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Tania woke up the next morning to see the sky black with rain clouds and the windows shuddering under the pouring rain.

"Oh, this is just too lovely!" Tania hopped out of her bed and changed into her school clothes. "Not even the bloody weather is good these days."

She trudged down to the common room and looked at the clock. She had about an hour to make her way to the Great Hall to eat breakfast and socialize.

She walked down to the Great Hall and found Harry and Ron eating silently while Ron read the Daily Prophet.

"So." Tania began, sitting down across from Harry. "How is everyone?"

Ron looked at her and smiled. "Oh, we're-" Just then, George ran up and put him in a headlock. "WHAT THE HELL! George, get OFF!"

George proceeded to not let go while he laughed unceasingly. "You know, I don't think I will."

Ron's face contorted from shock to utter fury. "George, I swear, if you don't get off, I'll-"

George let go of him, snickering. Ron's cheeks were a bright shade of pink as he looked from Harry to Tania. They were snickering behind a copy of the Daily Prophet. Of course, Ron could still hear their laughter.

He glared menacingly, but then looked back up at George. "Where's Fred?"

George sighed and rolled his eyes. "Ravenclaw table."

"Doing what?"

"Consoling Allyson."

"About what?"

George laughed. "Oliver."

"Don't laugh at that!" Tania piped up. "He loved her!"

"Then why did she break up with him?" George challenged.

Tania gaped at him. "Well, obviously, it's no use explaining it to you. You're a guy. You'll never understand."

"Hey!" All three of them said at once, offended. "Yes we do!"

Tania let out a wry laugh. "Yeah, then why is Oliver so depressed?"

At this, they all shut up.

"Yeah, well." George began. "Maybe we don't understand. But Fred is certainly trying to."

Tania looked over at Allyson and Fred at the Ravenclaw table. Allyson was trying to ignore him while Fred just sat and stared at her with his sad brown eyes.

Tania got up and walked over to the Ravenclaw table. Without even thinking about what she was doing, she grabbed Fred's ear and literally yanked him up from the table, dragging him across the Great Hall to the Gryffindor table.

"OW!" Fred didn't bother to keep his voice down as he screamed, "TANIA, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!" He shook her off and stared at her, utterly confused.

Tania leaned in, anger gleaming in her eyes and whispered, "Fred, you need to stay away from my sister. She's going through a lot right now, and all she wants is to be left alone. She doesn't want to talk to you-she doesn't even want to be around you."

Fred looked at her for a moment. "Why not? What's wrong with me?"

Tania sighed. "It's not you, Fred, it's just people in general."

"Well, I can't help it." He said, running his fingers through his fiery red hair. "I don't like seeing her so depressed." He looked over at the Ravenclaw table anxiously.

Tania couldn't resist smiling as she physically turned his head back to face her. She put her hands on his shoulders and said, "Neither do I, Fred. But this is just something she needs to work out on her own."

Fred rolled his eyes and laughed. "You know, it almost depresses me that you're giving me advice."

Tania took her hand off his shoulders quickly, offended. "Why?"

He looked at her. "Because you're a Bloom, Tania." He patted her on the head gently and began walking over to join his twin.

Tania gaped for a moment, then grabbed his arm, forcing him to spin around and face her again. He looked down at her as she scolded him, "You know, Fred, you're one to talk about giving advice."

"What are you talking about?" Fred scoffed.

Tania stared at him in disbelief. "Here you are trying to force feelings out of my sister, and you can't even accept that I'm trying to help you."

Fred avoided her eyes. "Tania, I'm sorry, I'm just going through this whole unrequited love business, and it's not exactly the most." He paused. "Not the most pleasant situation in the world."

Tania laughed a little. "Unrequited love?"

"Don't make fun-" he started.

"Fred, how dense can you be? It's perfectly obvious that Allyson's mad about you." She smiled.

"No she's not, you oaf!" Fred didn't respond to this quite the way she had hoped. He continued, "Do you see the way she acts around me? She can hardly stand to talk to me, much less is she mad about me!" He made an odd, frustrated growl as though Tania had finally driven him over the edge.

Tania looked at him for a moment. "Fred, you obviously don't read people very well at all. She's dealing with some very conflicting emotions right now. Se likes you, but she's still not completely over Oliver."

Fred rolled his eyes and feigned a laugh. "Okay, Tania." She could tell he just wanted to end the conversation. "Okay." He began to walk back to the Gryffindor table.

Tania couldn't believe him. Did he honestly think he knew her sister better than she did? She glared at him as he left while she walked back over to Harry and Ron.

On her way over, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around to see a first year like herself-a Slytherin. She'd seen him around, but had never talked to him or thought anything of him. He had very blonde hair that was slicked back to his head and icy gray eyes that were glazed with malice. Although he had a very cute face, it was obscured most of the time by a smirk.

"Hello, Miss Bloom." He smiled-a genuine smile. He held out his hand.

So far, Tania had no reason to be rude to this boy, so she decided to play along, even if he was a Slytherin. She took his hand and shook it, trying to smile. "Er. Hello. Do I know you?"

"No." He smiled again as he let go of her hand. "But I plan on changing that. I'm Draco Malfoy."

She immediately didn't like this boy. There was something about him that reeked of arrogance. For the moment, though, she decided to be polite. "Uh-huh. Nice to meet you, Draco. May I ask how you knew my name?"

He grinned. "Oh, I've been asking around. In fact, I've already met your sister."

"Have you, now?" Tania pretended to be interested. "Well, I'm sort of curious as to why you wanted to meet me so badly."

He looked at her and smirked a bit. Tania almost winced, but resisted the urge. He continued as he laughed a little, "I must admit I haven't been able to take my eyes off you for the last month." He did a horrible job of feigning diffidence when he spoke again. "I have to say that I've been having a rather difficult time of mustering up the courage."

Tania nodded, wondering why this odd boy had actually approached her. "Ah. Well, I'm afraid I must be going-I believe we have potions together today, maybe I'll see you then." She feigned a smile.

"Don't stay a stranger, Tania!" He called after her with a laugh. "Then again, why would you want to?" He walked back over to the Slytherin table as Tania literally cringed.

"Uh, guys?" She asked awkwardly as she approached Harry and Ron.

"Yeah?" They said together.

"Do either of you know a bloke named Draco Malfoy?"

They both froze and then looked back at her. "Yes." Harry said cautiously. Ron nodded slowly.

"Uh. What do you think of him?" She asked, not trying to push the matter.

"Well," began Ron, "to be perfectly frank, he's a nasty little slime ball who deserves to be hung by his ankles in the dungeons for about-oh, how long would you say, Harry?"

"Hmm, I think I'd say for the rest of his life." Harry said casually.

"Yes, I think that's about right." Ron smiled pleasantly.

"Ah." this didn't make Tania feel any better.

"Why do you ask?" inquired Ron.

"Oh, no reason." Tania sat down next to him. "He just came up to me and introduced himself is all-"

"He what?" They both said. Harry dropped his toast on the floor and Ron slammed his glass of orange juice on the table, causing it to spill all over the place.

"He came up to me and introduced himself." Tania repeated, mopping up a puddle of orange juice with some napkins.

"Why do you think he did that?" asked Harry, picking up his toast and giving it to his owl, Hedwig.

Tania shrugged, genuinely unsure of how to word this. "I think he thought I was pretty or something."

Ron and Harry exchanged worried looks.

Tania rolled her eyes. "Would you two calm down? You're acting like he's proposed to me or something!"

"Well." Ron looked annoyed. "What do you think of him?" His eyes widened. "You weren't thinking of going out with him, were you?"

"RON!" Harry and Tania both shouted, completely appalled.

He jumped and turned a slight shade of pink. "Sorry." He muttered.

"I would never go out with him!" Tania hissed. "I don't even enjoy talking to him."

"Why?" Asked Harry. "Was he rude to you?"

"No." Tania's lip curled at the thought of him. "In fact, he was rather polite. I can't really say why I don't like him. There's just something about him that makes me want to-"

"Let me guess." said Ron. "It makes you want to hex him multiple times without mercy."

"Yes, that's it!" Tania smiled. "How did you guess?"

"Oh, Harry and I have talked about it before." He snickered. "But you just wait-if you think he's bad when he's polite, you're in for a really unpleasant surprise when you see how bad he is when he's rude."

Tania had never liked potions less.

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