A/N-I was ill with a chest oinfection so I had time to update so soon. This is a load of fluff. I'm just warning you. And not the fluff that you'd expect. Siobhan changes her mind a lot. Don'tflame me after this either. Please.By the way,Siobhan is pronounced 'she-von' andmy fights are always the muggle way because I can't be bothered to remember the spells. Too complicated.

WARNING: wHAT YOU ARE ABOUT TO READCONTAINSFLUFF.NO LIKEY THEN WAIT FOR ANOTHER TWO CHAPTERS BEFORE YOU READ THIS STORY AGAIN.

Anything's better than a guilty conscience

Hagrid plopped the two boys down, each in one chair as far as away from each other as possible. Professor McGonagall took her seat behind her desk before looking at both the boys sternly. Professor Lupin walked into the office, relieving Hagrid of his post; to look angry and threatening whilst making sure they didn't fly at each other. Both the boys had blood spattered onto their shirts and had at least a black eye and a bloody nose. After minutes of agonising silence, McGonagall spoke.

"What were you two thinking? Especially you Mr. Potter. You are already in trouble for fighting, yesterday night to be precise," she asked looking from one boy to another. Nobody answered. In times like these silence was always the best policy. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that. Maybe you, Mr. Malfoy would care to explain why, a Prefect such as yourself would not only start a fight but actually participate?"

"Have you not read Young Witch Weekly yet? I assume you have since you confiscated so many copies. Well, one of the articles caused a conflict of interests between Potter and myself. Potter thinks Siobhan is his, whilst in reality she's mine," Malfoy replied giving Harry the dirtiest look he could muster. Harry would have returned the look if he hadn't lost all feeling and control in his eyes. It was an effort just to blink.

"So you are saying that this fight was all because of Miss McKay? And here I was thinking it was something serious. Since you two seem so keen on Miss McKay, maybe you can explain to her why exactly you think of her as an object." Seeing Malfoy's disbelieving face she smirked triumphantly and added, "What? Didn't you expect her back so soon? You have Mr Potter to thank for that. I will go and get her so you'd both better find some kind of excuse."

The minute McGonagall left, Lupin burst out laughing. He couldn't hold it in any longer. Not that the situation was funny but never had he thought that anybody would fight over his Siobhan. Bright-eyed, bubbly cute Siobhan. Stubborn, hot-tempered, vengeful Siobhan. Multi personality Siobhan.

"Ha ha ha, this is so hilarious!" Malfoy said sarcastically, clutching his sides and pretending that he was laughing at something really funny before turning serious. "You think this is funny do you? I bet you're loving this. I had no idea she was coming back today and she will not be very happy. Thanks a lot Potter."

"Well, it serves you right. Next time you might think before you act so stupidly. Imagine what Siobhan's face will be like when she sees both of you looking like you were attacked by a herd of very angry centaurs," Lupin replied, regaining his composure. Malfoy scowled and looked at his school shirt. It looked more polka dotted than white.

"What do you mean 'Thanks a lot Potter'? You've got some nerve Malfoy. You challenge me to a fight, invite the whole school to see me die and all of a sudden it's my fault? If I'm the one that needs a reality check, I seriously wonder what you need," Harry said finally defending himself. It hurt to talk and his nose hurt like hell. He was pretty sure it was broken.

"Yeah, it's your fault for showing up. Maybe if you had just cowered under your bed like a good boy, this wouldn't have happened!" Malfoy got to his feet and started approaching Harry.

"Well, I'm sorry for not being a coward! Is the wittle blondie baby afraid that his wittle wirlfriend won't like him any more? It's a wonder why she likes you in the first place." Harry was now on his feet as well; ready to pounce if Malfoy made a wrong move.

"Just calm it guys. No need to get into any more trouble than necessary." Lupin helplessly stood in the middle of the two jealous teenagers as they tried to kill each other. Where was Hagrid when you needed him? Lupin caught blows from each side in attempt for them not to be hurt any more than necessary.

"You little four-eyed twat. Why don't you go screw yourself? Save all of us from-"

"Oh shut up Malfoy! You shouldn't even be fighting; it'll mess up your hair. When I'm finished with you-"

"Guys! This need to stop-"

"-even land a straight punch. Maybe too much fame makes a weakling. Ouch! That was my-"

"-you stupid ferret! Go to hell! Was that meant to hurt? Really? I didn't-"

"ENOUGH! Both of you sit your sorry asses down in those chairs, and I mean NOW!" came a voice from the door. Harry and Malfoy froze in mid punches and turned to see who was the speaker. Faces paled as they realised it was Siobhan. Reluctantly, but as fast as they could, they sat back down trying to look as innocent as possible.

"Thank you Siobhan. One minute and I would have just let them kill each other," Lupin joked sitting down and rubbing a bruise that was clearly visible on his left cheek. Siobhan smiled sweetly before frowning and turning her attention to the boys.

"Not only have you caused discomfort for Professor Lupin, you have also caused me a great deal of embarrassment. My boyfriend and my supposed-to-be friend have decided to have a fighting match. Winner takes all! And guess what, I'm not happy about it at all!" Siobhan was being very dramatic, but she enjoyed watching Malfoy look beaten and Harry look absolutely petrified. "Now what do you have to say for yourselves?"

"It was his fault," both Harry and Malfoy said together, pointing accusingly at one and other. Siobhan sighed ands wondered why Draco bothered lying. He was the violent and possessive on of the two. And in the difference of how much blood there was on their shirts, she could tell that Draco had won. Having fought Harry, Siobhan understood why. Siobhan raised an eyebrow menacingly and simultaneously the boys changed their minds. "It was my fault."

"I this was about that stupid article, grow up! I don't know and don't care what punishment you are going to get, but both of you are going to meet me in Professor Lupin's office, which he will kindly let me borrow, on Sunday at three o'clock. We all need to resolve this conflict. Is that understood?" Malfoy looked like he was going to argue but he simply sat there and scowled. "I must be going deaf. Earth to Draco and Harry! Is that understood? Reluctantly the boys nodded and Siobhan clapped proudly before going over to Malfoy and checking out the full extent of damage done to his face.

"That was an excellent display of what a Prefect should be like without the shouting and mild use of un-Prefect like language. Thank you Ms. McKay, but Professor Snape and I will take over from here," Professor McGonagall said from the doorway, making everybody jump. Nobody had noticed that Professors Snape and McGonagall had been standing at the door watching the whole thing. "Professor Lupin, perhaps you might like to go to the Hospital Wing and get your face cleaned up." Lupin nodded gratefully and left the room.

"I say we expel Potter once and for all and give Mr Malfoy a warning," Snape said looking at Harry with that evil mocking look in his eyes. Malfoy grinned but Siobhan elbowed him in the ribs, wiping the smile off. "But that wouldn't be fair, and I wouldn't get my way. Pity. What do you think we should do, Professor McGonagall?"

"Extend Mr Potter's detention with the teacher of your choice, including the caretaker, and take away Mr Malfoy's Prefect privileges until the end of term. Adding to that he will serve detention with Mr. Potter with Miss McKay joining them since she wasn't able to finish her full week of suspension. Does that sound fair enough?" McGonagall said smiling at them as though she had just offered them a bunch of sweets and not taken away most of their free time.

"And what am I meant to do without one of my Prefect's for a week? There isn't anybody else in Slytherin competent enough." Snape knew that McGonagall was doing this on purpose. It was a good enough punishment so he couldn't argue against it, but Pansy Parkinson wouldn't be able to make the rest of the students lives miserable without Draco.

"I'm sure exceptions can be made. All you have to do is choose somebody."

"I'm sorry. I'm forgiven?" Draco asked although he was more saying that he was forgiven than asking. Siobhan applied more pressure than necessary on the wound on his hand that she was dressing. He flinched and yanked his arm out of her reach. For some reason he had doubts about Siobhan healing him. "Are you sure you're qualified to do this?"

"No you're not and yeah, I am. Since I'll be taking Madam Pomfrey's apprenticeship next year, it's an early start. Now quit complaining and sit still or I'll do Harry's wounds and you can have her fussing all over you," Siobhan snapped. Draco glared at her but handed her back his hand. As Siobhan continued to patch him up, he couldn't help but notice her strange dark eyes and her beautiful face half hidden behind her straight raven black hair. He swore it had been loosely curled before. He found himself wiping away a tear that he noticed trickle down her cheek.

"Why are you crying? Look, I'm sorry that I beat up Potter and I won't do it again unless I'm provoked. Oh, come on. Please don't cry," Draco pleaded as more tears fell down her cheeks. She wiped her eyes quickly and tried to turn away from Draco, but he took her face in his bandaged hands. "I admit I am a bastard, but I do have feelings as well. Tell me what's wrong and I'll try and help."

"Last night and this morning, whilst I was at my father's, I got thinking. When I think good things almost never come out of it." She laughed bitterly and sat down on the edge of the bed. "We're going to be together for God knows how long and it's going to be a miserable time unless we clear the air. Out of all the girls in this whole school, why did you choose me? I can see it in your eyes every time when we're apart. Is it jealousy or what? There are times you look at me like I'm a piece of shit and there are others when you look at me like I'm a real person. Which one am I?"

Draco looked at her eyes and saw one clear emotion. Siobhan was hurt and he was the reason. She was right. Heneeded to sort his head out. There was something about her, something different from all the other girls in this school. When he had seen her on the train with Harry, he had felt jealous because he hadn't got to her first. He wanted to know the girl who had escaped his father. And then when she turned him down for Harry, he cracked. He got desperate and desperate times call for desperate measures. He told her that he would get his Father to kill the rest of the Longbottoms but that was a lie. He didn't want to be like his father. He just couldn't help it. And who could blame Draco? He always got what he wanted, so why was Siobhan going to be an exception? But now as she sat looking at him, waiting for an answer Draco didn't feel too confident. All he had to tell her was the truth, and she might leave him, but anything's better than a guilty conscience.

"What do you want me to say to you? That you're a real person who I have feelings for? That I went about the wrong way getting you to go out with me? That I'm genuinely sorry? I'm sorry for the misery I caused you on your first day. I'm sorry for all the pain I caused you yesterday. There's not much more I can say okay," Draco said running a hand through his platinum blonde hair. Having a girlfriend who didn't worship the ground you walked on was stressful. He blew a strand of hair that was in his eyes away and waited for Siobhan's response.

"But why me? If I decided to leave you right now, dump you and go with Harry, what would you say? What would you do? What you don't understand is that you put a huge amount of stress on what little amount of friendship Harry and me had. I had to lie to his face about you. I am going to have to keep lying about feelings for you I don't have."

"Because you're different Siobhan! You know I want what I can't have. You're a challenge for me. I fell for you when I heard my father talk about you. Powerful and mysterious Siobhan McKay, last of the McKay clan. And whenever I saw you with Potter, I cracked. I wanted to be the one hugging you, talking and laughing with you. I lied to get you to go out with me. I was never going to harm your family." He tore himself away from Siobhan's hurtful gaze and waited for her to slap him and leave. But she didn't. Instead she took his hands in hers.

"Do you know how much it means to me to finally have you tell me the truth? If you needed a friend all you had to do was just ask. I love Harry-" Draco scowled. He knew she did all along. He had just been kidding himself. "-as a friend. Now why don't we stop all the violence and start all over again? Give me a chance to stop hating the Malfoy side of you and love Draco. I'm willing to give it a go if you are prepared to let go of this arrogant and forceful side of you."

"What?" Draco sat there looking like Siobhan had just told him his father was gay. He was flabbergasted. Totally and utterly astounded. He couldn't believe his ears. After all he had put her through she still wanted to give it a go. If he was Siobhan, he would have left ages ago. Not sat around waiting for an answer from a complete jerk. "Sorry, I just wasn't expecting you to say that. Before we do anything else, I just want to say I'm sorry."

"For what? You've already apologised."

"For your mother's death. Believe me, I'm nothing like my father. I wouldn't hurt you or your family if I could. Just promise me you won't tell anybody else that I'm weak and soft. I'd ever hear the end of it. I was brought up to be just like him, but I'm not. I could never kill anybody for the fun of it. If I could have stopped it, I would have, believe me. Please. Even if you won't be my girlfriend, at least tell me that you believe me."

"I believe you Draco. Now let's finish fixing your beautiful face so you can go beg Snape and McGonagall to give you back your Prefect badge. I can't stand the thought of someone like Crabbe or Goyle being Prefect. Sorry if they're your friends, but I just can't," Siobhan said putting on a smile. She took some lotion from the table next to Draco's bed and applied it to his cuts. Within a minute his face was back to normal, apart from the slightly visible black eye. That would require a bit more work.

"Thank you Siobhan. I'll make it up to you. Somehow. I promise." Siobhan's smile widened as the cloudy grey eyes that she had seen a few minutes ago brightened and contrasted his pale face beautifully. He grinned and Siobhan couldn't help noticing that he looked so handsome when he had a genuine grin on his face. It wasn't cute and sheepish like Harry's. His was more mature and charming.

As Draco and Siobhan made their way to the dungeons to see how many buttons they could push before Snape threw them out there was one thing they didn't notice. Sitting on a Hospital bed, waiting for the bones in his nose to mend behind drawn curtains sat Harry Potter. Unbeknown to them, Harry had heard their whole conversation.

A/N- Bet you weren't expecting that. Next chapter on it's way. That'll be a weird one. I'm halfway through typing it. Anyway, to read it, you have to review. Go on, press the purple button that says go