I know I said I wouldnt continue if you didnt review, and no one did, but I had this chapter ready. But I warn you, as I like to be in advance always, the next chapter will be the last and it wont have an ending, the only reason it will be put up at all is because I wrote it a few nights ago. But after that-no review, no chapter. I'm sorry.

Disclaimer: I dun own anyone. Cept Phoebe and Zebidia. Whos technically a cat, so it doesn't matter.

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The next day they discovered Mad Eye Moody was their new Defence Against The Dark Arts teacher. Even though Harry knew this was the real Moody, he couldnt help but feel betrayed and decided against trusting him yet. After all, better safe than sorry, and he thought he'd like this year to be relaxing for once.

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Days passed. They turned into weeks and before they knew it it was November. Harry was delighted at the fact that the months had gone by uneventfully so far. Well, the first years he was mentor to went up to him a fair few times at breaktime but he didnt much mind that.

It also seemed as though Draco Malfoy had a new croony. He had the same build as Crabbe and Goyle and was even uglier. Harry didnt even know his name, and he didnt want to.

Malfoy had been quiet so far this year, he hadnt said anything to Harry, Ron nor Hermione. Harry didnt care much. He was happy about it. But one cold frosty day in the middle of November, during Care of Magical Creatures, the placid feeling of Malfoy 'ignoring' them melted away as Malfoy and his 'Body Guards' made their way over.

"Pathetic," he murmured at first, and walked on by.

This was all fine. Harry laughed about it, because as he walked off, Malfoy managed to trip himself up. For the rest of the class, and the day, he was quiet and kept his distance.

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"You again."

Harry turned around, almost slipping in the process. He was on his way to Hogsmeade with Ron and Hermione and Phoebe, and apparently Malfoy and his muscular friends were joining them. Harry had thought that after being humiliated in Care of Magical Creatures the day before he would have ignored Harry once more. Apparently he had been wrong in presuming that.

"What do you want now?" asked Ron, his temper rising, "Going for another trip? Send us a postcard."

Malfoy chose to ignore the comment, "Phoebe, why on earth do you hang around with such pathetic losers? Why dont you hang around with real wizards, like us?"

Rolling her eyes, Phoebe pulled her scarf tighter around her neck, though leaving it untied, "I am hanging around with real wizards and a real witch, Draco," she replied, the patience in her voice telling them she'd used it many times before when talking to Malfoy, "They are worth a hundred times more than you are, dont forget that. And anyway, dont you have to be purebred to be in your sorry excuse for a gang?"

Ron's jaw dropped, "You two are on first name terms?"

"They are related, Ron!" replied Hermione.

"Well, Phoebe, you are purebred." replied Malfoy.

"Think again, Einstein! My dad's a muggle."

Frowning, Malfoy shook his head, "Surely we can over look that little unfortunate fact, cant we boys?"

His croonies chuckled and nodded.

"Well, I dont care. Do what you will but leave me out of it," snarled Phoebe.

"Reconsider my offer, Phoebe," he walked up to her and took a lock of her hair in his hand gently, twisting it delicately around his fingers, "I wish...you werent my cousin...maybe then you wouldnt hate me..."

"I wish I wasnt your cousin, too," nodded Phoebe, turning away from him and flicking her hair in his face, "Maybe then I wouldnt feel guilty when I kill you."

Malfoy paled, "You wouldnt kill me."

"I might."

"Why?"

"Because you've been tormenting my friends since first year."

"It wouldnt be worth it!"

"To give them a bit of peace? It would."

"But you wouldnt kill me!" replied Malfoy, desperatly trying to reason with her, "You'd end up in Azkaban! And how would you do it?"

"I dont know," Phoebe called back, "I've never killed anyone before."

Malfoy's pale eyes went wide but as he watched the four Gryffindors walk off, he called up to her again, "Meet me in Madam Rosmertas at half past one. Alone."

Phoebe paused for a moment, "Why?"

"Come," smiled Malfoy, knowing she was intrigued, "And you'll find out."

Phoebe continued walking, though she slowed her pace some. Hermione quickly caught up with her, even though Phoebe was still walking quicker than the others.

"Well," she demanded, "Are you going to go?"

Ron quickly butted in, "Dont, Phoebe! Its probably a trap!"

"Relax, Ron," replied Phoebe, "As much as I, uh, love dear cousin Draco, I dont particularly want to talk to him. Ugh, I dont want to think about him!"

"You...werent serious about killing him?"

Phoebe smiled, "Ofcourse not. He's not worth going to Azkaban over, I might meet Uncle Lucius in there."

"He got out."

"Whatever."

Hermione looked thoughtful, and was acting as though she was trying not to say something that she really wanted to say.

"Say it," Harry told her.

"What?" replied Hermione.

"Whatever you want to say."

"I dont want to say anything."

"Yes you do. I know that look."

Hermione sighed, sounding frustrated, "Fine. I think Phoebe should go."

"What?!" asked Ron, his eyes wide, "Are you stark raving bonkers?"

"No, but it might be worth seeing what he wants. Just a thought."

"It wouldnt! He might do anything!"

"What if he killed her?" added Harry.

"No..." mused Phoebe, looking at Hermione and then at Harry and Ron, "No, Hermione's right. I want to know what Draco's up to. I'll go, see if I cant find out what his side are planning."

And no matter what protests the boys came up with, Phoebe wasnt budging from her decision. She was going to meet Malfoy.

"Fine, but we'll be there," Harry finally gave up, "We'll be at the bar or accross the room if you need us."

"Just light up your wand if you run into trouble," Hermione added, "Though something tells me you most likely wont."

"Right," nodded Phoebe, "What time is it now?"

"Its..." Harry checked his watch, "Oh, its twenty to two. We're too late. Oh well!"

Hermione glared at him, "I'll bet he's still there. We can catch him if we're quick. C'mon!"

So Hermione dragged the other three through Hogsmeade's crowded street until they found the pub.

"Remember. Light up your wand if you need help," murmured Hermione before they went in, "Be careful and dont tell him anything about the Order."

Phoebe nodded, "I know. I havent said anything about it to anyone, Hermione. I'm not going to start now."

As they walked through the door, they were instantly aware of how cold it had been outside, though it was hardly surprising because there was snow on the ground outside. Phoebe sighed and walked over to Malfoy's table. His croonies were there, too, but that didnt matter.

"You came," he smiled, "I knew you would. Have a seat. A bit late, arent you?"

"Im not staying long," replied Phoebe, "I mean...I'm not....I dont want-"

"Dont want what?" Malfoy cut her off, gently trailing his fingers against her jaw, "My my, how cold you are, Phoebe. So cold...are you sure your quite well?"

Phoebe scowled and pulled away. She didnt like this at all. The table was round and Crabbe was on one side of her and Goyle on the other. Beside Crabbe was the new croony and between him and Goyle was Malfoy.

"I'm fine," she growled.

"Are you sure?" Malfoy asked, taking a lock of her hair once more in his hand and playing with it gently in the same manor as he'd done earlier that day, "Your awfully cold. I'd hate for anything to happen to you."

"Cut to the chase, Draco."

"Well," he began, standing up and indicating to Goyle to switch places with him. When he was beside Phoebe, he continued, "I know your family has been burned off the family tree. Infact, I know you were never on it. All because of your father. But I know you'd simply love to be on it for once."

Phoebe chuckled, "Hah! Shows what you know!"

"Well...I was thinking, and I'm glad your not," continued Malfoy, still playing with her hair, "Because then if I were to, say, ask you out, it would be considered wrong and weird."

"It would still be. And it doesnt matter, because I'd refuse point blank and I'd have to physically injur you," replied Phoebe, "You didnt bring me here to talk about crap like that, did you? Because I'm ready to leave if you did."

"No," admitted Malfoy, pushing some of Phoebe's hair away from her ear, he leaned in and whispered something only she could hear.

"Oh dear," she yelped, "Draco, please dont say-"

What happened next, no one was expecting. He leaned in closer, and cut her off with a long passionate kiss. First, she was in shock and her eyes went wide, but then she tried to scramble away. Eventually she managed to break away and stood up swiftly.

"Did that warm your cold skin?" asked Malfoy, his smile sending chills up Phoebe's spine.

"Ugh!" Phoebe moaned, spitting on the ground, "There isnt enough mouthwas in the world to clean my mouth! Draco Malfoy, I hate you!"

With that, she did the only logical thing she could think to do. It was childish, but it was the only thing that made sense aside from placing a thousand curses on Malfoy at once, which she doubted she could have done anyway. She ran. Ran as fast as her legs could carry her. Which was very fast. Seamus Finnegan had seen her run off, and being her best friend since first year, he quickly stood up, running after her. Hermione was doing the same, though Ron and Harry were arguing with Malfoy, who was looking very smug about what he'd done.

Meanwhile, Phoebe had slid down to the ground, and gave a half groan have chuckle.

"Draco...your one annoying git," she sighed.

"Oh Phoebe!" moaned Hermione, throwing herself down beside Phoebe and then hugging her, "I'm sooooo sorry! Me and my big ideas!"

"Its not your fault!" laughed Phoebe, "Its ok!"

"No its not! Its all my fault!"

"Its not, really, its ok." Phoebe began to get up, helping Hermione up, too.

"So," smirked Seamus, "What was it like?"

Phoebe rolled her eyes, "Terrible."

"Bad kisser?"

"Put it this way-I would have been better off kissing a dog."

"Oh. So...um...why were you talking to Malfoy anyway?" asked Seamus, slightly confused.

The girls told him about their ideas of finding out what his side was up to, as Harry and Ron walked over to them. The five walked back to Hogwarts.

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