::Disclaimer:: When you think about it… I could own Harry Potter. I mean, I might. You don't know that. I mean… Buh. What am I trying to prove, here? I don't own Harry Potter… Don't sue me!

::AN:: Yay, another chapter! It's actually a bit longer (not that much, though. I doubt anyone will even notice…), so YAY! Anyways, I hope you guys like this chapter!

sweetiepiepirate: Too much plot? Ah, I see. (No, I don't see. I don't understand at all.) Well, then. (lol) I think I understand the "not enough Lucy" bit, though. I know there wasn't a lot of, how do I put this, commentary from Lucy as much as there normally is. I assure you, there is enough Lucy to last you 'till my next update in this chapter! I think you meant he wasn't really Moody in the 4th book, not the 5th. He was Moody in the 5th book. (Right?) Anyway, thanks for the support and I'm sorry you didn't laugh as much! I hope you like this chapter, though!

gloomy: I love Lucy, too. I also love that phrase – "I love Lucy." (I loved that old TV show, too.) I loved the "phrase" so much that I thought of changing the title from 'Well, What Do You Know' to 'I love Lucy' after I got a review from someone saying, "I love Lucy." But then I realized that this would only confuse people and I would lose reviewers and whatnot. And if you HATE the way Sirius died too, then you'll probably like a fic that I'll be writing once another of my fics is over ('To Be Unknown'). Teehee. I hope you like this chapter! Thanks for reviewing!

randomblinx: You're crazy. I love you. I'm tired. Goodnight. Thanks for reviewing. Be sure to do it again soon.

xkuroxshinobix: I'm glad you liked the last chapter! Thanks for reviewing and I hope you like this one, too!

msj: I love "The Boy Who…" names as well. (Sadly, I think I may have forgotten to give Lucy the opportunity to say/think those in this chapter. Well, there's always chapter fourteen and so on!) School is great, thanks for asking. I was worried that sophomore year would be really hard, but it's not! And my teachers are all super-cool, which is a big relief for me, lol. By the way, if you have any cute/fun little "The Boy Who…" references or whatever, be sure to let me know and I'll try and stick them in this fic. I really love using those, lol. Anyways, thanks for reviewing and I hope you like this chapter!

Chapter Thirteen

I've done it. I've finally done it. After much hard work on my part, and endless encouragement on Margie's part, I have finally managed to curl my tongue into a "U."

Well, once.

"I can't believe I can't do it again!" I whined, stomping my feet on the ground in frustration. (Which, let me tell you, is hard to do while sitting down in a chair in which your feet don't touch the floor.)

"Just try later on." Margie said as she snuggled deeper into her blankets. Madam Pomfrey seemed to have a thing about "keeping Miss Clearwater warm." I offered Margie some ice cream while Madam Pomfrey was hanging around, and she about had my head, I swear.

"Just my luck." I grumbled.

Margie laughed quietly. "So what else have you been doing without me, then? Nothing else I should know about?"

I rolled my eyes. "Sadly, no. I've told you everything." And I have. I'm not lying, or anything. When have I ever done that? "You need to get better soon, though." I told her. "What am I going to do if Ginny makes Harry Potter show me to my class again? How boring was that? I could've sworn he was mute or something, seriously."

Margie frowned. "His name is Harry." She said slowly.

I blinked at her. "Um, yeah. That's what I just said, Marge."

"No, no." She sat up a bit. "I've noticed it for awhile, actually, but I guess I didn't really notice notice, you know."

"Margie, I don't care what you say otherwise, but really. You don't speak English."

She shook her head and laughed. "No, no, what I'm getting at is…." She smirked. "Who showed you to Divination yesterday? Who is your brother's sworn enemy?"

I thought for a moment. "Harry Potter."

"AHA!" She exclaimed. "That's it, that's it!" She cried.

I raised my eyebrows. "You know, Margie, sometimes I have a suspicion that you may be faking your illness just to get out of class… But right now I believe that you're quite feverish."

"No." She said, shaking her head. "You don't realize it? Do you really just say it out of habit or something?" She continued after I gave her one of my famous 'Uh, what?' looks. "Harry Potter." She said. "You don't call him 'Harry' like Ginny and everyone does. You don't even call him 'Potter' like your brother and his friends do. You call him 'Harry Potter.' All the time. As if that's his whole first name or something."

"Well, that is his name, Marge…"

She gave me a blank look for a moment before she finally said, "Never mind, Lucy."

What? I don't appreciate being treated as though I am a small child that doesn't understand many things! Or, er, something like that. Honestly!

Although I really do wish I could curl my tongue into a "U" again. If I just… Maybe… Oh, that might work…

"Stop it!" Margie cried suddenly.

"Stop what?" I asked her.

"Your tongue is not going to curl into a 'U' if you keep doing that!" She scolded. "So you can stop tilting your head to the side and making that crazy face!"

Well, sorry if I have offended you, Margaret. You wouldn't be so cruel if you couldn't curl your tongue, let me assure you. I mean, seriously.

"Stop."

"Stopping! Stopping! No need to have a hernia!"

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"I love Saturdays." Justin was saying as I sat on the couch, my Transfiguration book in my lap. Oh… SHUT UP!

"Great days to just lounge about with your friends and not do much of anything." He continued. "Great for studying as well, I suppose." He waved his hands towards my unopened textbook.

Yes, studying. I could study if you just SHUT UP and left me ALONE!

"You're taking your OWLS this year, am I right?" He asked.

I looked at him for a moment without saying anything. "Yes, I'm taking my OWLS this year." I finally told him. He nodded and flashed me a grin.

It would have been a nice grin, mind you… If he hadn't had a bit of food stuck in his teeth. I opened my mouth, then. Somebody should let the poor boy know. I closed my mouth, though, in an effort not to laugh.

"Were you going to say something?" He asked.

I opened my mouth again, stopping suddenly when I remembered something that my aunt Carolina once told me. "The real art of conversation is not only to say the right thing at the right time, but also to leave unsaid the wrong thing at the tempting moment." Well, then.

"No, nothing." I told him, opening my book and not sparing him another glance.

Then again…

I am, after all, a Malfoy. Conscious is something that only hinders my progression through life.

"You have a bit of food in you teeth." I told him.

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"Smile, Lucy." Colin said behind the large silver contraption that he was carrying around as we walked towards the hospital wing to kidnap Marge.

"What is that? What are you doing?" I asked him suspiciously, poking a mirror looking thing on what he was holding.

"It's a muggle camera." He told me. "I'm going to take pictures outside once we get Marge. I was going to take your picture right now just to see if it was working properly."

I wrinkled my brow. "Must I smile? Won't my picture smile for me?"

He shook his head. "Muggle pictures don't move." He said as he disappeared inside the hospital wing.

WHAT? What kind of world are those poor, defenseless muggles living in?!

As previously discussed, I waited in the corridor as Colin retrieved Marge from her state of confinement in the torture chamber – I mean, hospital wing. A few moments later, they both emerged, laughing heartily.

"Right, then!" I clapped my hands together. "Let's get this sick child some fresh air!" I said to Colin, who just laughed at me.

Yes, I tend to have that effect on people.

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"Join us." Hermione was saying as I shielded my eyes from the sun. She, Ron, and Harry Potter, I mean Harry (…er…?)… Potter, were sitting under a tree, staring up at Colin, Margie, and I as though we were from another planet. Well, sort of.

"Fuzzy knickers, it's hot out here!" I complained loudly all of a sudden.

"It's actually pretty cold." Colin contradicted me. "You're not even wearing a sweater, Lucy. It's autumn, you should start wearing your fall clothes."

Margie shook her head. "No, it's pretty hot out today." She nodded her head to me. "But it's not that bad. Let's sit."

"Good." Hermione grinned, making room for the three of us on the grass next to her.

I sat a ways away from the others, so that I could do some thinking while the Gryffindors conversed with the ill Margie.

"How have you been? Are you feeling any better?" Hermione was giving poor Marge the third degree. She's almost as bad as Madam Pomfrey, I swear.

I leaned back on the grass, staring up at the clouds to tune out the people around me. Every once in awhile Margie or Hermione would ask me a question and I would make one of the two universal grunting noises (you know, "uh-huh" and "uh-uh."), only half paying attention to them. This continued through a few hours, I think.

Have you ever noticed that if you stare at clouds long enough, they start to move? I think they maybe move on their own, but I can't be too-too sure. I'm not a cloud-expert here, honestly.

I remember back when I was very young, my father used to show me shapes in the sky. He told me how his mother showed him all the many shapes, and how her father showed her, and so on, and how it was tradition that he show me. And so he did. After awhile, though, he was too busy to go cloud-watching with me. My mum offered to once, but I was upset and so I told her no. I used to go by myself, but I stopped as I grew older.

So, so far today, I've found a fish, two ducks, dogs, three dragons dancing, and a frog catching a fly for dinner. Tradition calls for me to find a rabbit before I can continue with my daily activities (hey, it's tradition, don't knock it).

"Margie!" I pointed to the sky when she and the others glanced over at me for a moment. "I can't find a rabbit. Do you see one?"

I heard someone snort, and then Hermione making shushing noises. "Is that what you've been doing this whole time?" Colin asked.

I turned my head to face them. "Um." Sitting up, I brushed the grass off my back. "No… I…" I shrugged. "Well, okay, yeah. It's just a stupid thing I used to do with my… I'll stop now."

Margie smiled and opened her mouth to say something, but paused suddenly, furrowing her eyebrow. "Lucy, um." What, Marge? What's the stutter-age problem?

"Lucy!" I heard someone call behind me. I turned my head quickly, and saw Draco jogging up towards us.

"Bloody hell." Ron grumbled.

But…

"Why is he coming over here?" Margie whispered to me. "Aren't you still angry with him?"

I nodded my head slowly, sitting up a little straighter. I placed my hand on my stomach, frowning. Something's… not quite right.

I stood up just as Draco ran up to me, huffing and puffing, out of breath. I heard Ron say, "What do you want, ferret?" but Draco didn't seem to have noticed. He just sort of stared at me.

I tilted my head to the side. "Draco?"

He grabbed my arms suddenly, leading me back towards the castle. "Lucy, where are you going?" I heard Marge call after me.

I turned around to look at her for a second, but all I saw was a quick glimpse of her whole little group staring after Draco and me before I almost tripped over the stairs. "Ow!" I grimaced as my knee collided with the stone. Draco didn't seem fazed, though, as he dragged me inside.

Once we were in the Entrance Hall, I wriggled out of his grasp. "You're hurting me!" I cried, glad that there didn't seem to be anyone in the Hall. "What's going on?" I asked him.

He nodded slowly as though he was thinking to himself before he said, "Listen, Lucy. I had to be the first to tell you. I couldn't have you reading it in the Daily Prophet or hearing it from one of your muggle-loving friends."

"Tell me what?" I asked dumbly after a few moments' silence.

He looked me in the eye, then. "Father." He said. "Father has escaped from Azkaban."

Come again? Did he just say what I think I said? Did… what? What, what, WHAT?! Why?!

I asked him this. I stepped forward. "WHAT?! Draco, why?!"

He shook his head. "I don't know, Lucy! Do I look like I know?!" He looked a bit angry, then. "I've been looking all over for you! I should've known you'd be off with those friends of yours!"

"Shut up!" I rolled my eyes. "How is that even relevant to Dad breaking out of –" I lowered my voice to a whisper. "- To Dad breaking out of Azkaban?"

"It has everything to do with it." He hissed. "Lucy, just stay away from them. It was all right for a little while, but after what's happened…"

Oh, I get it. Well. There's no arguing with that, now, is there?"

"Lucy." He said warningly. "I'm warning you… Just do as I say. Just this once. Please, Luce."

I shook my head. "No. Get over yourself, Draco. Dad may be an escaped convict freak, but he's still Dad. He could be an escaped mental patient with homicidal tendencies, but he'd still be Dad! He's not going to let anything happen to us!" I put my hand on his shoulder. "We could be having tea on a daily basis with Dumbledore and he wouldn't mind… enough to let anything bad happen to us, that is. Trust me."

"What do you know?" He hissed. "You haven't even seen him in four years!"

Well, no… but…

"I still know him better than you." I countered, then shook my head. "How did you find out, anyway? Did mum owl you?"

He shook his head. "No. I heard from… some people. Father isn't the only one who escaped."

Oh. "Well, have you heard from her? Mum, I mean?"

"No. I can't owl her." He said. "In case it gets intercepted."

Right. "That's all right." I nodded. "I'm sure you'll be receiving an owl from her soon. She might even come here, I don't know. She's weird like that."

He nodded. "I don't know. I'll let you know if I get an owl from her." He patted my head. (Weird…) "You won't speak to any of you little friends about this, will you?"

I shook my head. "No unless they bring it up, I promise." He shrugged and gave me a brief hug 9again, weird…), then turned to leave.

I grabbed his arm quickly, turning him around and throwing myself towards him, wrapping my arms around his waist tightly. "Is he okay?" I asked. "You heard he escaped, but did you hear if he was all right? Are you all right? You can't get all weird on me now, you're all I have left and if you get all weird then I'll be all alone and –"

"It's fine, Lucy." I heard him whisper as he rubbed my back reassuringly. "He's fine. I'm fine. Now let go of me before someone sees you."

I pulled away quickly, sniffling a bit. "Bye." I nodded and watched him walk around a corner and out of sight.

"What was that all about?" Margie asked as I rejoined the group outside a half-hour or so later. I'd needed to do some thinking on my own for a little while. As in, alone in my room with the blankets over my head.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Oh, just… I… It's…" I sat down next to Margie, looking at the grass for a moment. My head shot up suddenly when I realized something. "Ginny?!" I exclaimed. "When did you get here?"

She blinked at me. "Um, I've been here for awhile… They, um, said you'd, uh, just left when I came out here. Yeah."

Uh, what? 'Um, uh, yeah.' Ginny, speak a language I understand, will you?!

I nodded slowly. "Okay…"

There was a long moment of silence, where I stopped paying attention to anything as I stared down at the grass again, picking a few blades out every now and then. I looked up after awhile and my eyes widened. "Um. Ahem." I cleared my throat.

Why are they all just looking at me?! What's with the staring, people?! Do they know something I don't – or worse… Do they know? I looked around wearily for a moment.

"Lucy –" Hermione began.

"I have to go." I said quickly, standing up as fast as possible. "See you later."

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I don't really believe in karma. But I sort of do, you know. If you think about it, a lot of people do. Like the whole, "Treat others how you would want to be treated stuff." Total karma, I'm telling you. And it's drilled into our heads right when we're wee little things.

Ginny was giving me a semi-sympathetic look as we stood in the empty corridor. "I followed you earlier." She said. "I overheard you speaking with your brother.

But, if you get right down to it, sometimes karma really screws us over. Or, at least me.

"What do you mean, you followed me?" I asked Ginny. "You… you weren't even there!"

"I was on my way outside." She explained. "I saw Malfoy – I mean, Draco – dragging you inside by your arm, so naturally, I lingered around a little to see what was going on."

I bet this is karma's way of getting me back for not holding my tongue when Justin had food in his teeth. I know it! Oh, this sucks. I really need to learn to shut up at the opportune moments.

"You eavesdropped on me! You, you, foul little… eavesdropper!" I exclaimed. "I can't believe you would do something like that! I would never follow you for no reason and listen in on you having a conversation with Ron!"

Like now. Now would be a sort of good time to shush up just a bit.

"Why would you want to?" She raised an eyebrow at me. "Honestly, Lucy." She continued. "I was just worried. I didn't know if Malfoy was just dragging you through the Entrance Hall to talk to you or… I don't know, kill you or something! So I stuck around to find out."

Draco? Kill me? Oh, what a laugh. You're very humorous, Gin, dear.

I shifted my feet from side to side. "So. What did you overhear?"

"Everything from when you said he was hurting your arm, to when you said 'bye' and he walked off." She nodded. "So, everything."

Oh, Ginny, Ginny, Ginny. I should so strangle you for being the nosy little freak you are. But I won't. Why? Well, because you're looking at me kind of funny right now and – Oh, what's that? Oh, darn it. there I go again with the tears and all.

"Lucy." She whispered. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to eavesdrop."

I nodded. "I know." I croaked out, wiping my eyes with the sleeve of my robe.

"And I'm sorry I told Hermione and the others about what I heard you and your brother talking about."

Oh, oh, you are so dead, Ginny.

I blinked at her. "Wha… Why?"

"Well." She shrugged. "It's just… It's one of those tings where I felt the need to say something. I mean, I felt kind of obligated to tell Harry, for instance, because… he's Harry, and well, your Dad…"

Is a Death Eater? That's okay, Ginny, you don't have to finish. I know what you're going to say.

I nodded slowly. "Sure… whatever."

"I'm… I'm sorry about… you know, everything." She went on. "If you want to talk…"

I shook my head slowly, taking a few steps away from her. "No. I'm… I don't need your help." I finally managed. "I'm… gonna go. Bye." I turned quickly around the corner behind me and slammed into something soft and hard at the same time. I took an uneasy step back and looked up.

"Oh, sorry, I-" I started until I recognized just who I had walked into. Harry Potter. My eyes narrowed and I glared at him. "So, what? It's not enough that Ginny is a nosybody, but every other Gryffindor has to be, too, is that it?" I gestured towards the others behind him. "Is this some kind of entertainment for you? Some little game to amuse you?"

"Lucy-" I heard Hermione's voice.

"Forget it." I shook my head, pushing my way past them and down the hall.

I hate that.

I hate that they can just stand there and stare at me like I've gone crazy. I hate that they all have this annoying type of friendship where they tell each other everything and, unless you're in their little group, you can't trust them at all. I swear, they're just like Draco and his friends. Sort of.

Just what are they trying to prove? That they're better than me or something?

Whatever. I have no idea what I'm saying, anyway.

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I sat in one of the chairs next to Margie's bed. "Did you get into a lot of trouble with Madam Pomfrey?" I asked her after a long silence. We'd agreed not to speak of anything to do with this afternoon.

"She gave me a huge lecture, yeah." She breathed. "But in the end, it wasn't so bad. She said that the fresh air might have done me a little good. So, as long as I don't get worse, I'm off the hook."

"That's good." I nodded.

She nodded, too. "Yeah."

I don't know how long I was staring at the opposite wall before Margie finally said, "You should go eat, Lucy."

"I'm not that hungry." I told her. "Besides, I'm not too fond of eating alone."

I heard a door opening somewhere, and I exchanged a look with Margie. "Hello?" Margie called. "Is someone there?"

"It's just us!" I heard someone call back. Who was that?

I turned to face the doorway, where I saw Ginny and Harry Potter walking towards us. I blinked for a moment, then turned to Marge. "Goodnight, Margie. Get well." She nodded and gave me a small smile as I stood from the chair. I passed Ginny and Harry potter on my way out, acting as thought they weren't there at all.

Walking down the corridor, I wrapped my robe tighter around myself. Now that I think of it, it is rather cold now. I don't know how that's happened. One minute it's really warm and the next… Gah, what does it matter?

"I'm sorry."

I jumped about a mile. Turning to my left, I saw Harry Potter standing there, his hands in his pockets and a weird expression on his face. I had nothing to do but blink. Fashionably, of course. (Um, not?)

"Ginny shouldn't have eavesdropped on you." He continued. "And she shouldn't have told us afterwards."

Well, then. When you put it that way, I don't want to be angry any longer. I'm serious, though. The way he said it, just standing there with his hands in his pockets and whatnot made me not want to be mad anymore.

"It doesn't matter that much." I mumbled. "Everyone's going to find out anyway."

He nodded. "Um. Everyone has. Dumbledore made an announcement at dinner."

Great. Leave it to Dumbledore to just MAKE THINGS WORSE! I should rip out his eyes!

"Well, then." I muttered. "Well, whatever. That's good, then. Then everyone knows and there's nothing to worry about." I turned to commence walking.

"Where are you going?" He asked suddenly.

I paused. "Um. Nowhere. Anywhere. I don't know."

He tilted his head to the side and I watched his glasses slide down his nose a little. "Come with me." He said, grabbing my hand.

Um. Okay?

::AN:: Ah, cliffhangerish, I know! Sorry, but it's NINE PAGES! I'll update ASAP, don't worry. (I want to know what happens next too! Hahah, just kidding, I already know.) Anyway, please review! I've noticed that the number of reviews I usually get has gone down a bit, which makes me sad. But don't worry, I'm not going to get all, "Give me ten reviews or I won't update!" on you guys. (That's so horrible. I hate when people do that!) Anywho, please review! Suggestions are very welcome and ever grateful, just so you know. (lol)

PS- No one's answered me! I've already asked and no one's answered! Okay, I'll ask again: Does anyone know what the heck that C2 thing is? It looks kinda cool, but I don't understand it at all. How does it work? (lol)