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"Everything okay?" Blaise asked when he reached the table.

"I. Can't. Figure. Out. This. Problem." She snarled giving the book a death glare as if it had caused her physical pain.

Blaise laughed and pulled up a chair.

"Let's see if we can figure this out." He put the star chart in front of him and considered it for a second, and then he scratched some things down on parchment, then considered some more. He wrinkled his forehead in confusion and squinted down at it as if staring at it would magically find the solution.

"Can you help me?" Ender asked in a small voice.

"Of course." He said grinning. "But you're going to have to help too you know."

So they worked together on the calculations for Ender the millionth and first time. She had never been beaten by a problem before and her pride was not going to let her lose it to one now. Her eyes became more intense as time passed and she was practically carving into the table when she scribbled something down with her quill.

Then her eyes widened and she stared at the parchment making sure it was real. She had found the mistake in her calculations. She finished the problem quickly and sure enough she had the coordinates right and everything. She had found the correct answer.

"Blaise!" She whispered not wanting to ruin the reverence of the moment. "I think I've got it, do you have the same thing?"

He passed her his parchment and she looked at it. They had gotten the same thing.

Laughing she knocked over her chair and danced around the room.

"We found it, we found it!! I don't believe it!! We finally got it!!! I can go sleep now!! Yay!!"

Blaise smirked and stood up from his chair.

"Well I'm going to bed now." He said grinning back at Ender who was grinning from ear to ear. "Next time you need any help just ask, don't take it out on the book."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!" She shrieked wrapping her arms around his neck. "I have no idea how I could've done it without you!"

Blaise, slightly taken aback from this recent display of affection, patted her back awkwardly.

"No problem Ender, but it wasn't that hard. If you need help with Trelawny's homework again, just tell me."

She stepped back and thanked him again.

"So I guess I should sleep now." She admitted and yawned at the same time.

"Yeah, I guess you should, you're about to fall asleep where you're standing." He said yawning. He grinned sleepily at her, stretching.

"Come on get up," he prodded gently "or I'll carry you up there myself." She had sat back down and put her head on the table. She didn't realize how tired she was. She was going to need a crapload of coffee in the morning, or at least chocolate, to keep her blood running.

Ender looked up groggily at Blaise through one half-opened eye

He sighed good-naturally and heaved her to her feet out of her chair. He led her by the arm to the staircase leading up to the girls' dormitory and propped her up with his elbow behind her back as if she was about to keel over.

"Can you make it up the stairs without me? because I can't go up there." He said with a humorous twinkle in his eye. She had never noticed it but his eyes always seemed to be laughing. There was always a hidden mirth in them, like he knew something others didn't. She smiled at him simply because of his eyes.

"I can do it." She said playfully shoving him away. "I am perfectly capable of walking up a flight of stairs without a big brave man to help me."

"Fine," he said. "I'll just stand here and watch you then, to make sure you don't fall or get attacked by angry spoon pixies or something."

She blushed and turned away from him to face the formidable task in front of her. Those twenty-five stairs seemed like a million now. She shouldn't have waited to do her homework until she got this tired. She cursed herself for the umpteenth time that day and put her right foot on the first stair.

She turned back to Blaise who was regarding her thoughtfully.

"Go on," he said. "It's just a flight of stairs after all." She gave him a glare of death.

"'night, Blaise."

"Good night, my dear Ender."

She turned, if possible, redder and ran up the stairs.

At three in the morning, she woke up again. She tried to go back to sleep but her blankets were too hot, and when she took a layer off she got too cold. She tossed and turned, but despite all her efforts she couldn't find a comfortable position. The rain was supposed to make her sleep peacefully, it always had at Durmstrang. But at Durmstrang she never had nightmares, not like the ones she had here.

Finally she gave up and slid out of her bed.

She wasn't tired anyway. Something was seriously wrong with her, she decided, only a couple hours ago she was so tired she could barely climb the stairs.

In her state of semi-consciousness she had decided on one thing. She did not want to be still, she wanted to go on a walk. So that is exactly what she did. Wearing nothing but her nightgown. She liked the feel of the cold floor on her bare feet, and the slight chill in the air from the cold stones. As she walked out of the passageway leading to the Slytherin common room she trailed her fingers over the cold, bumpy stones along the castle walls.

It wasn't until she stubbed her toe in front of the library that her brain turned from "tune out mode" to "reality mode". That's when she realized fully that she was in the hallway far away from her dormitory, after hours, wearing nothing but her nightgown. At any moment Filch or Snape could walk by and see her. It was a miracle of divine intervention that she had not already been caught.

She moaned, and shifted her weight from one foot to the other. This was bad. She tried to think clearly by putting her hands on her forehead and taking deep cleansing breaths. It was simple; she would just walk back to the common room, staying away from the main hallways where Filch would most likely prowl, and she would be safe.

She sighed and walked slowly, trying not to make any noise, even though she was barefoot and not likely to make any noises anyway.

She was walking for about three minutes when she thought she heard footsteps behind her. She stopped and listened hard. Nothing. She started breathing again and headed towards the dungeons. She was almost there, just a few more hallways.

She heard a loud thump behind her and abandoned all sense left in her brain. She screamed and ran and didn't look back.

She ran until the paintings and the torches were just brightly colored splotches and she no longer felt the ground under her feet. Her breathing became forced and ragged and her head was spinning but she kept running with visions of Filch or evil spoon pixies behind her.

That is, she ran until she hit something very large and very solid. It knocked the wind out of her lungs and she made an "uh" sound as she fell on her posterior. She looked up at what she hit and screamed. There was nothing there. She screamed in terror and tried to get away, she didn't get very far, however, because she had fallen over in her desperate attempts at standing and there was a wall directly behind her. Impulsivly she flattened into the wall and put her arms blocking her face in a pathetic attempt to protect it. This wasn't happening, she was hallucinating. Or maybe she was having a panic attack. That worked too.

She heard a noise directly in front of her, barely a foot away, but there was still nothing there. Whatever it was, she had knocked it over and now it was righting itself. She heard, actually more like sensed, it coming closer to her and she screamed.

Someone covered her mouth with their hand.

"Shhhhh!"

She shuddered and felt tears slide down her face. In front of her, where whoever had their hand on her mouth was supposed to be, there was nothing. Then she saw a ripple in the air and all of a sudden, where nothing had been, there was Harry Potter.

He looked at her, his eyes wide. She looked back at him realization dawning on her small face.

"What the f-,"

"Shhhhhh!!!"

He shushed her and pulled her into an empty classroom.

"What are you doing!" he whispered furiously. His eyes were very green, and now, slightly panicked.

"I should ask you the same question!" she whispered back. "Where did you get that Invisibility Cloak?"

"Well I—it doesn't matter! Why on earth are you wandering the halls in your nightgown?"

"Ummm… I'm not exactly sure…"

"What!!" he stared at her as if she was dangerous. "Are you mad?!?"

She gave him her world famous glare of death.

"Tell me, then, why you are out after hours being all invisible?"

"I was err, going to the library."

"From the Gryffindor common room? Isn't that the opposite direction?"

"It doesn't matter! Right now you need to focus on getting back to your common room before Snape catches us."

She sighed and stared at the ground. She was afraid to go back out in the hall. She didn't know if she could get the nerve up again after the last encounter.

"I'm sorry," she sputtered.

"What?"

"I'm sorry!! I'm sorry for running into you, and I'm sorry for panicking and I'm sorry for whatever else I have done to make you hate me."

"I don't hate you… why would I?"

She just looked at him.

"Well, you are a Malfoy… but I don't even know you, how could I hate you?" He looked perplexed.

"You act like you hate me," she mumbled, once again staring at the floor.

She looked up again, but there was no fear in her eyes, there was something else. This was him; this was the boy who sent her father to jail. He was the Boy-Who-Freakin-Lived. She was a Malfoy, she was supposed to be a supporter of the Dark Lord, she was expected to grow up and be a Death Eater, she was supposed to hate him. Yet she was standing two feet away from him and didn't have even the smallest urge to curse him into a million pieces. She understood now exactly what she had failed to grasp before. She was a bad guy, he was a good guy. This is why Dumbledore questioned her so thoroughly before sorting her, this is why Snape liked her, for all she knew he was a Death Eater.

There was something else she realized that she hadn't quite grasped until then, she didn't want to be this. She clenched her small fist. She didn't want it to be that way. She didn't hate him, but she had too. She didn't want to support the Dark Lord or kill Muggles or scorn people who weren't Purebloods. She wasn't brought up that way, if she had been raised as Draco had, things might be different.

She felt sick, like she might throw up or faint or something. Harry Potter was staring at the small pale girl clenching and unclenching her fist. He was a little worried, as strange as it might seem, about this particular Malfoy.

"Hey, are you ok?" he asked.

She looked up and nodded.

"Are you sure? You don't look ok."

She set her jaw and nodded again. He gently lifted her chin so she was looking at him, and stared deep into her eyes so that she thought she was under a scanner and he could see right into her skull. She gasped and turned away, looking once again at the floor.

Harry Potter withdrew his hand and considered a moment.

"I don't hate you," he said simply "and I'm taking you back to your common room before you fall over."

"You what…"

"Come on, you're tired, let me help you so you won't get caught." He picked up his Invisibility Cloak and slung it over his shoulders until he disappeared. She gasped and backed away a little until she hit a wall.

"It's ok," the invisible Harry Potter said. She felt someone touch her shoulder and she shuddered and closed her eyes. She felt a soft, light fabric go over her head and she opened her eyes again. It was just like looking through a veil.

"Are we… gone?" She asked in a small voice. Harry Potter just laughed and linked his arm in hers.

"You're going to have to help me find it, Malfoy Number 2, I'm not exactly sure how to get there anymore."

A/N: Thank you to all the people who reviewed, please keep reviewing !!

I apologize again for the shortness of the last chapter… I hope this one makes it better…

And I don't know if their will be any Blaise/Ender fluff yet… There might be