Harry caught up with them quickly. Malfoy barely had enough time to turn around when he was hit by Harry. His eyes flared, as he pushed Maya to the side. It only further enraged Harry.

"You'll pay for that, Potter!" he hissed in hateful undertones. Maya watched, seeming uninterested and sat on the floor where she had been pushed. In the scuffle, Harry finally gained the upper hand and had Malfoy against a wall. He was about to make the connection between his fist and Malfoy's sneering face when Maya pushed her way in and stood in front of Malfoy protectively. She was facing Harry somewhat sadly. Harry could barely contain his rage as he spoke:

"Why?" he asked, also in a deep voice. Maya looked even more said as she responded.

"Please don't hit my fiancee Harry. Please don't hurt him." she said, looking as her eyes were teary. When her tears began, Harry looked away.

"Fine." he said darkly, walking away. Maya watched the floor sadly. Malfoy was very surprised at Maya's actions while reveling in the hurt that he had caused his rival. Standing at his full height again, he rested his chin on her shoulder and wrapped his arms around her waist. She said nothing, feeling much more like a doll being held than anything else. It was then that Malfoy took her hand, and led her to that same study room from the morning. He set her on the couch, and took a seat beside her. First he magically healed the bruises on his face, then set his wand on the table. He then pulled her so she was facing him, and leant her back on a pillow beside the armrest. The look in his eyes was frightening. They were dark, deep, so far beyond a normal attraction. Holding her by the small of her back he leant in closer to her, making chills move throughout her. Her free hands rummaged in the couch, looking for something. Anything. This was wrong. Something inside told her that this was wrong. She found something at last. She held it in between their faces just in time. A pen. She couldn't figure out what to do next.

"It's a pen!" she exclaimed like it was the greatest thing since bread. He raised an eyebrow, and she gently put her finger on the top nub pressing it and the sound of the ink clicking out was heard. This was a nervous habit and she was quite nervous at this point. He stopped, somewhat surprised. She began to click it non-stop, and Malfoy dropped her onto the armrest taking the pen. After clicking around with it, he discovered there were good uses for such an invention. He looked at her, less interested in her but more the pen at that moment. It relieved her.

"A pen?" he said, looking at it closer. He began to click it as well, and was amused. Maya slowly righted herself on the couch before speaking.

"Yes," she spoke clearly, her mind back to the blank dullness once more. "I really need to go, you can keep the pen." She ran out while she still could, eager to put some distance between her and Malfoy.


Ron sat up, feeling much better. At that same moment, Kayla entered the room in a jogging suit. She looked up.

"Are you feeling better?" she asked. She went to his side, and looked at the bump. It had reduced in size and was now hardly visible. She gently felt it, hoping it was better. Ron, not quite paying attention suddenly blushed a bright colour, his heart sped. And then, for some unexplained reason he noticed that she wasn't wearing the jogging sweater. A pink, frilly bra was still there though.

"Pink?" he questioned. She looked surprised and looked down. Turning a bright colour herself, she looked around for her shirt.

"Where is it?!" she said, panic in her voice. Ron figured this was the time to exit. He slowly approached the door, and went down the stairs to the common room. He was still blushing.


Hermione bit her lip as Harry entered the common room, quite ruffled. She approached him, wondering what had happened. He was angry, with his fists clenched.

"What happened, Harry?" she asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. He sighed, and looked at her.

"I'm sorry. It's just- how can she defend that snake?! When she was talking about being his fiancee, she looked so sad. As if she didn't like the idea at all." he said, sitting down. Hermione sat beside him, looking at her lap. Her guilt washed back.

"Maybe she was just sad about Malfoy being attacked or whatever you were doing?" she said, hoping to any divine presence that there was another explanation. Harry shook his head.

"No, there was really something wrong with Maya. Her eyes- are so empty. As if she weren't really al there. It was such a blank look, so chilling." he said, bringing Hermione a thought. She took in a sudden breath.

"Chilling?" she asked. "Like the chilling Malfoy look?". Hermione's feeling began to get worse. It was nervous, as well as a dark feeling in her gut. Her whole body felt as if it were heavier.

"... yeah. That's exactly it. But there was a moment she seemed almost normal though. When she was defending him." Harry said thoughtfully. Hermione sighed.

"Harry, what if Maya really does like Malfoy?" she asked.


A/N

hmmm... Well, with the help of my now second muse I have written out a timeline of this story so that I have the future already done. How I get there may change. But the ending is solid and I like it. It's so romantic.

Falron- XD is a face. You know, like a smilie. It's more commonly seen on anime forums though. As for writing more Harry Potter fanfics, I might. Who knows.