"Hey Harry!" Ron called catching up with his best friend. Harry slowed and looked around at Ron. They continued walking up the stairs to the Tower.

"Yeah, what's up, Ron?" Harry looked over at his friend, who was breathing hard from running. His face was a little red, like his flaming hair, but otherwise he was fine, looking down at Harry from his awkward height.

"Hey," He said catching his breath. "I saw you in the hall with the Head Girl, that Malice girl you talked to earlier. Doesn't she go out with Malfoy?" he sneered at the name. Harry smiled.

"Apparently not, Ron" Ron looked at his friend. Harry had been acting strangely for days, and it all made him a little nervous around Harry. He and Hermione had been going out for a while now, and she had been bugging him to ask Harry if he was alright.

"What do you mean 'apparently not'?"

"Ron, she let me kiss her, does that say 'faithful' to you.?" He reached the last step and turned back to Ron who had stopped a few steps down. His brow was creased as he looked up at Harry.

"What are you up to Harry? I know Treala isn't your type, for the longest time you were hung up on Cho and then Hermione. Who could think of going out with Malfoy, she has to have issues." He walked the rest of the steps, standing in front of his friend. Harry narrowed his eyes.

"Hermione did, even after I got my body back." he turned walking up the ladder to the Tower. He was still kind of hurt about the whole thing, because he had thought Hermoine had really liked him. But then he found himself more attracted to Malfoy. And now he wanted him more than ever.

I hate..., I repeat..., Hate, being caught unaware, and today was such a day. I woke up looking at my ceiling, still thinking it was Friday, and I had classes to go to. Silly me. I was in a bad mood, and I remembered the day before, and all of what had happened.

That's right. I had to put on airs because Potter had decided to ask me out, and Malfoy was pissed. I was still mad, and pissed about being pissed, but hey if Malfoy was sore, I could at least look contrite. Yeah. Right.

I had skipped dinner, not wanting to deal, came back here after a bath and crashed. And so I wake up thinking it's a day later than it should be. Going in circles is annoying.

I got up and put on a long skirt, and some random tee, and went down the stone steps from the girl's dorm. I got to the common room, not really seeing, I blinked a few times, though, and stopped. Malfoy was sitting in a chair, reading some blood, gore book looking bored. No one was here but us dust bunnies. Ironic. I thought Malfoy had gone on some crazy killing spree, but there was a Quidditch game and a Hogsmead trip today, I remembered. My brain wasn't really working.

Malfoy still had on his quidditch robes, looking just as sexy as you please, I could just eat him up.

In more ways than one...

I stalked over to one of the poufy armchairs across from him, and curled up. I lay my head down, still too tired to care about anything. Malfoy looked up from his book, his expression not changing. Nice to see you too, jerk...

He looked me over.

"Tired?" I knew better than to think he was so concerned, and I was on my guard.

"What are you plotting Malfoy?" I was suspicious, but curious at the same time. Curiosity killed the cat.

Dumb cat.

Malfoy looked at me like he was hurt by my words. Uh-huh. Sure

"I can not believe you think I would do something evil, my intentions are purely innocent..." I rolled my eyes. Malfoy? Innocent? It was very hard to picture

"Get off it Malfoy, I'm not dumb." He scoffed.

"I'm just worried about your health, you've been a bit cheeky lately. Are you...?" I glared at him so hard, he shut up. That arrogant prick. That audacious cad. That bloody fucking asshole.

"You're a stalker aren't you?" I asked. He laughed, but I was serious. Dead serious. "Or is this about Potter?" I narrowed my eyes. He looked at me and scowled.

"What has Potter got to do with any of this?" I sat up in my chair

"My god Malfoy, are you jealous?" I was in shock. "You're mad 'cause Potter walked me to class, and kissed me? What do you think I'm gonna run off with him or something?" I almost laughed. This was killing me.

I got out of the chair, and made for the girl's dorm. I wanted more sleep, and considering I had nothing to do for a while...

Not that I couldn't think of something. Malfoy and I were the only ones here after all...

I got as far as the stairs, before Malfoy came behind me, grabbing my arm. My smile slipped. I was getting angry now.

"I really wish you would stop doing that..." I said turning to him. I stared into his eyes for one moment, before his mouth met mine in a searing, needy kiss. How I knew them well. But I really didn't understand it all. In my anger I tried feebly to push him back, my hand on his chest. He only leaned in further, pining my body between him and the stone wall. He moved between my legs. Excuse the pun, but I was between a rock and a hard place. Gods did it feel good.

He kissed like he meant it, no illusions. And they were bad like murder, but good like chocolate, oh so bittersweet. He was the worst kind of wonderful, in the best kind of way, and god did I want more.

He broke the kiss, moving to my neck, leaving me gasping, something clenching low, and hot in my body. My thoughts were thick, but I knew his hands were moving my skirt past my knees. I was confused, and drugged in lust, and how much had I wanted something like this. With him. His lips came back to mine, one of his hands disappearing under my shirt. He was still pressed between my legs, keeping my skirt raised. I moaned into his mouth, arching in his hand. He moved my skirt some more, past my thighs. I felt his hand move up my leg, and I didn't think it would go as far as it did. Through everything, I found some sanity, but his hand went higher, to where it shouldn't. I tried to push him away, but he just moved to my neck again.

"Malfoy stop, we have to stop!" my voice was high, panicked. I didn't know what to do. He didn't stop, his hand didn't stop, it was like he couldn't hear me. His hand was under my skirt, which was high enough to flash under garments. I didn't know what I wanted, and at that moment I was torn. I could let him, I could let myself, or I could stop, just before the brink.

"Malfoy please, sto...!" I gasped as I felt his fingers, where they should not be. Lord and Lady none of him should be there! He still didn't stop, he moved inside me. My hips moved of their own accord, and I was in shock.

"Draco stop!" I screamed, and shoved hard on his shoulders. He stepped back, his eyes slightly glazed, his face flushed. I tried to be as still as possible, while still gasping for breath.

"Please..." I swallowed, "Please move your hand." It came out as a whisper. I was scared and didn't know why. He moved closer to me, but moved his hand. He finally looked at me, without that, not-really-seeing look.

I held out a hand to stop him, then pulled it back, I couldn't even touch him. I couldn't even tell what he was thinking, his eyes where so dark now.

"Trel..." I pulled my wand, and pointed it at his so-called heart.

"God damn you, Draco. Damn you to hell" he didn't move as I backed away from him, up the stairs. He looked away from me, and I ran. Ran till I got to my bed, and I hid. I didn't cry, I never cried what was the use?. I couldn't believe. I was... I just couldn't.

This boy could make me feel so good, make me feel so bad, and I wanted that.

Didn't I?

But then why, how had this all happened? What was he doing? How far until it got out of hand? Lord and Lady. I was at a loss. My body felt things, and I still got shivers, thinking over it all. But...What did Draco want? What did he truly want? What did I want? And was I ready to accept it if I did loose. If I lost Draco, my life? How could I even question that. But I was here, and no one else was. What had I lost already...?

I avoided Draco for three days. And it's hard when you're in the same house. I didn't know what to do, how to approach him, or if I was just supposed to pretend it didn't happen. So I stayed away. He tried to talk to me, and I made excuses. I had never run from anything in my life. How could this boy have instilled such chaos in my life. And how come I hadn't gone insane yet?

Tuesday morning I bumped into Potter on my way down to the Great Hall. He looked down at me and smiled.

"Hey..."

"Hi" I answered and walked past him. He grabbed my arm and said,

"Wait..." I pulled my arm out of his grasp. He looked a bit surprised.

"Are you okay?"

I just looked at him growing impatient. Harry Potter was the last person I wanted to talk to. He took my hand gently in his.

"Walk with me. You don't have to talk, but you look like you could use some fresh air. Just for a while." I didn't want to, but he was right I could use some fresh air, I wish I could get away from here all together. I had nothing else to do, so why not go with the boy-who-lived/ crazy-stalker, who's after Malfoy.

Goodie

He led me through the doors out onto the squishy lawn. Looks like it had rained overnight. There weren't many trees on the grounds that weren't enchanted, but I knew of one. When we got to the tree, I dropped my bag and climbed it. I love climbing trees. I was about halfway up, before I realized Potter was still on the ground.

"Coming?" I asked. I could have cared less if he did, I expected him to stay down there. He smiled, taking my challenge, and began to climb up after me. he didn't get as high as I did, he stayed in the lower branches. I climbed till the branches got to weak to hold my weight. I perched on a limb, and stared out over the grounds.

I sat there silently, for about fifteen minutes. I thought of Draco. I sort of felt like I was betraying him by being here with Potter. But that made me mad a little bit. But it wasn't like he hadn't tried to talk to me. But I would have started crying. Nobody wants that. But I missed him. He's such a cocky bastard all the time, but he's so cute, and soft in his own cold way. Frivolous, arrogant, and purely Malfoy.

I looked down to see Potter looking intently at me. I looked away, he made me uneasy. Instead I said,

"Why aren't you hanging out with Weasley and Granger?"

"Ron and Hermione...?" redundant isn't he? "I don't know. They're probably still in at breakfast, and they're a couple now, they can take care of themselves." He was quiet then. I didn't mind. I hadn't known those two were going out. I didn't care. But I hoped Granger would leave me alone, go get herself laid or something...

Potter broke through my thoughts again.

"Do you like Malfoy, or something, are you two going out?" I looked down at him

"Why?" he was most definitely up to something.

"We'll I sort of like you..." he looked away blushing. I would have believed it, if I didn't know he had kissed Malfoy. He went on.

"And I don't want to get in the way, if you two have a relationship." I looked away, back into the sky. I didn't know, if this was stupid or idiotic. What was the difference. I'll indulge and let Potter think he's winning me over.

"No..." I sounded regretful. Why would I be regretful. We weren't going out. We weren't. Malfoy was such a...

Who am I kidding

"We're not going out..." Harry smiled up at me. Kids started spilling out of the Great Doors. Classes were starting. Harry hopped down from his branch landing softly. I watched, liking the way his body moved. Almost languidly. His hair was wind-ruffled, but then again, it always had the look of being just out of bed.

It was kind of nice.

Okay. Me. Falling for Potter? I was in deep now. I had lewd feelings for Malfoy, and now Potter, who sure as hell didn't have feelings for me. I clamored down the branches after a while, then jumped from the last. I had expected to feel a shock through my ankles, 'cause I was falling wrong. Not hands on my side, and a soft landing.

My shirt lifted when I fell, and his hands were warm on my cooling skin. I looked up at him. Malfoy would've taken this opportunity to move his hand higher, but Harry didn't. he just pulled me closer, and placed a warm, lingering kiss on my neck. I shivered. It had felt good, made my body react. This. Was. Bad.

But he didn't do anything else. He just pulled my shirt down, and picked up our bags. He handed me mine and walked with me to class. I stopped as a white kitten ran up to me, attacking my robes. Harry looked surprised, and jumped back.

'Damnit Tiers..." I grabbed the stupid animal by the scuff of his neck. My familiar. Tiers. Malfoy had given him to me, saying he had found the dumb thing over the summer. I hadn't stopped hugging him for a week. And then he had complained that I didn't spend enough time with him. That I gave the stupid animal more attention, than I gave him.

Draco was such a cutie pie, when he was jealous.

Teirs' eyes were blue, like water, and his fur was pure white, and he always got out of the dorm. He was my second one, after my owl had been killed by some first year's spell gone wild. This damn cat was taking years off my life. Harry was laughing. I shot him a glare, and he held out his hands, palm up. No weapons, don't attack. Whatever.

I tucked Tiers gently into my bag, I could never stay mad at him long. And left Potter in stitches. Uhgg...

I had double potions, first today, with Gryffindor. Early in the morning. Glorious. We walked silently down to the dungeons, where everyone else was piling in, and Snape was checking our names off.

"Professor..."

"Malice.." he acknowledged. "Potter..." he sneered. I smiled Potter took a glance at me before going over to sit with Weaslely. God was that kid tall, taller than Harry.

I happened to look the wrong way,, and got an eye full of Malfoy and Pansy. And boy did that help my self-esteem. Then I saw Arthur waving me over to the other side of the room. I guess I couldn't feel all that bad, if Malfoy was fucking that bitch. At least he was getting some from somewhere. Squishy was just behind her, and paired with Granger. You could just see the pulsing pissed-off signs. I pulled Tiers out of my bag, and sat down.

"Whoa...! What's with the cat?" Arthur moved away a bit. She was afraid of cats, I thought she was just being dumb.

"Damn, him he got out. Again. I had to bring him, I didn't have time to go back to the dorm. So deal okay." I turned to Jolly. "Sup?" she looked up form her novel long enough to glare at me, then put up her book, blocking me out. I gave Granger a dirty look, then turned back around.

"Hey you know tomorrow's Halloween, right?" Arthur said.

"And...?" I said, not really caring. I stroked Tiers 'cause I loved to hear him purr, and at the moment I had better things to do than worry about Halloween. Dumbledor had given the Seventh years a midnight Halloween dance. Sadie Hawkins style. Arthur was silent beside me, and I looked up to see why. She was staring at my neck, and started to snicker. I raised an eyebrow at her.

"What...?" She just kept laughing, and I was getting pissed. "What the hell is it?"

the pointed at me.

"Is that, what I think it is?" my hand flew to where she pointed. It couldn't be. I looked over at Harry, and glared. The guy had twenty four hours to live. I couldn't believe...That little punk. Arthur saw where I was looking, and questioned me all through class. I threatened to sick Tiers on her if she didn't leave me alone. She only shut up after we were dismissed. Her, Squishy, and I walked out into one of the corridors, when Arthur said,

"Hold up you guys, I have to do something right quick..." She walked over to a group of boys talking in the hall. She tapped one.

"Got a minute?" he nodded. He was about a head taller than her, with brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, and a cute scar on his nose. They moved from the group. Arthur stood leaning against a wall, going for the cool look. Yeah... Sure...

He looked at her waiting, she didn't even flinch. Point for her.

"You have a date for the dance tomorrow?" she asked aloof.

"Naw" he answered.

"Wanna go with me?"

"You askin'" The boy asked smiling

"I'm askin'" Arthur countered.

"Sure" The boy shrugged.

"Cool" The boy walked back to his friends, and Nika turned to us. We were shocked. She opened her mouth to say something, but the boy showed up behind her again.

"Wait a sec, I got something else to tell you." He stepped between us and Nika, swept her into his arms, and kissed her. Our jaws dropped to the floor. Jolly and I couldn't believe it. And then she kissed him back. I was almost grossed out. I saw his hand straying down her back close to...

"Ow..." he cried happily. Nika had him by the ear, twisting slightly, a smile on her face.

"Don't get to friendly yet, Buddy boy." She ground out, through clenched teeth. The boy grabbed her hand, pulling it from his ear, and kissed it.

"As you wish" Nika blushed to her roots. Nika does not blush. Ferrio turned and left. Jolly recovered first.

"That was...inter..esting..." Nika stood dazed, her hand still slightly raised. She had the goofiest grin on. Cheshire cat. Finally we had to drag her to the next class, and Jolly had to slap her out of it, and I had to break up the fight.

Tomorrow, Halloween. Tomorrow, Friday. Today, weird.

After I left off with Jolly and Nika. I had to go to Care of Magical Creatures. Unlike Malfoy I liked the big 'oaf' Hagird. He was cool, and I liked killer animals. They were so cute and cuddly. We worked with some Dragon like serpents, Malfoy got bit. My day was looking up. Class finished and I was talking to Sharhonda and packing my bag, when Malfoy came up beside me. I just ignored him, and kept talking.

"You haven't asked me to the dance yet, you should hurry, I've had to turn down three very good offers already" I stopped, right where I was. He didn't just say what I thought he said. It wasn't enough that he filled my thoughts, it wasn't enough. He just had to be an arrogant asshole.

I stood up, looking him right in the eye. Then I slapped him as hard as I could. He glared back at me, his fists clenched. I slapped him again, and pushed past him.

"Fuck off Malfoy" I shot over my shoulder. I stomped down to the dungeons and into the Slytherin common room. I ran up to my room in the girls dorm, and pulled out my trunk. I grabbed the Serum from under some clothes, and another vial. I sat back on my knees. I uncorked the one, and poured half of the thick silvery stuff into the empty vial.

"One for Harry, one for Malfoy..." I whispered in a sing-song voice. They needed to be taught not to mess with me.

I walked up to the Great Hall for lunch, all smiles now, 'cause I had a plan. I took a seat next to Jason, the only other American I knew at the table. He was two years my junior, and the smartest 5th year I knew. He saluted me as I sat down, straddling the bench.

"'Afternoon, 'Sarge..."he said. I had to smile.

"At ease, private" I chimed back, saluting him. Both our parents had been military, so we had bonded through that. Almost all the mill brats knew each other. I kinda felt sorry for the kid. He had too good a heart to be stuck in Slytherin, but here he is.

"What's up Jay?" I asked grabbing a turkey sandwich from the plate in front of me.

"Nothin' much Trel, but I don't think I'm gonna dress up for Halloween this year." He looked a little sad at the thought. I looked at him surprised.

"Common Jason, you can't not dress-up. We gotta keep the tradition going. And besides, there's a Seventh year dance tomorrow, and I was thinking of sneaking you in." he smiled at that.

Who says all Slytherins are cold bastards? No harm in lying to him if I got a smile, and why not abuse my privileges as Head Girl.

"Okay, but what are you going as?" I thought for a moment.

"It'll be a surprise." I smiled at him. "I gotta go, see ya latter. Oh and let's say you meet me by the by the suit of armor behind the huge pillar by the first set of stairs, around midnight. Cool?" he nodded. My smile widened. You gotta love the kid. I ruffled his brown hair and stood up. I saw Malfoy look over at me, some wench hanging off of him. Again. I spun on my heals and headed for the Gryffindor table.