1The Art of Deception

Would you say yes to a favor that could cause you to loose the person you love to someone else? Even if that person is your best friend and you would do anything to make them happy?

A/N: For the first chapters I will be using "I", "He" and "You" instead of their names.

Chapter One

I sat at the Slytherin table, staring at the object of my desires sitting across the table engaged in a conversation with Pansy Parkinson. I sigh when the one person I didn't want to talk to at the moment came and sat next to me.

"What's wrong?" she asked me, resting her elbow on the table and propping her chin up on her hand.

"Nothing Rose," I glared at Cynthia and then turned my gaze back to you.

"Grumpy," Cynthia teases and rests her head on my shoulder, receiving a lot of looks from the fellow students.

I rolled my eyes and pushed her off, she smiled at this and ran her right hand up my thigh.

"Knock it off," I glared at her and she just smirked, she knew I liked you. How, I don't know. You were watching me again, those silver eyes looking me up and down and then over to the person you loved, he was sitting at the Gryffindor table playing with his food. I nearly growled as that hand found its way back to my thigh.

I stood up and walked out of the Great Hall, receiving many stares at my actions.

I walked through the halls of the huge castle, only stopping when I reached the door to the highest tower. Opening it, I walked up the stone steps and sat down on the roof of the Astronomy Tower.

I heard footsteps behind me, but it wasn't you. It was him, the boy you're so deeply in love with. He sat down beside me, but didn't say a thing for a while as if he was afraid of my actions.

"Why did you . . . ." he sighed and looked down at his hands, "Well storm out of the Great Hall?"

"What does it matter to you?" I flicked a stray piece of stone, watching it roll down off the roof.

He rolled his eyes and threw a pebble up in the air, catching it mid fall and then tossing it off the roof.

I stood up, not wanting to be near him any longer, and walked down the steps to inside the Astronomy Tower. You were standing there, leaning against the stone that made up the door frame. I glared at you, a confused expression on your pale face was quickly hidden by the mask always worn.

You looked at me as if wanting to ask something, but wasn't sure of how to word it.

"What do you want?" I asked, my eyes narrowing even more.

"I wanted to ask you if you would help me with something." you said, now finding your hands very fascinating.

"Which is?" I ask, not caring to hide the boredom in my voice.

Your eyes dart up to mine for a split second and then find their way back to the floor.

"Will you help me . . ." your words seemed to have died out after that and I sighed.

"Help you?" I finally said when you didn't continue the sentence.

"Help me. . .win him over." you said, the words stung me and I glared at you.

"And how, pray tell, do I help you win him over?" I asked and you winced at the anger in my words.

"Well I have this plan. . ." you sighed and walked out the door, I followed you with my eyes closed.