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Chapter 8

"I'll never forget that look on his face for as long as I live," Becky laughed to herself as she entered the castle, "He actually thought I believed him!"

Becky choked back further laughter, but she was suddenly cut off when someone grabbed her collar. A moment later she felt something cold slide down her back on her bare skin.

She gasped and spun around as she fumbled through her robes, trying to get it out, whatever it was. Chortling, Peeves the poltergeist hovered above her, pointing a semi-transparent silver finger at her, highly amused.

"Peeves!" Becky shrieked, watching as the ice cube finally fell out of her robes and crashed to the floor, breaking into tiny pieces.

"Gee, Becky, you look a little chilly!" Peeves cried out in hysterical laughter.

"I can't wait until Filch finally catches you in one of your stupid pranks, Peeves," Becky muttered furiously, "Because when he does, I'll be there, waving goodbye as your sorry ass is kicked out of the castle!"

Of course, Peeves paid no attention to her whatsoever. He just continued to laugh heartily. Becky glared up at him for another moment before she suddenly grinned and beckoned for Peeves to come down and listen to her.

Draco stomped into the castle, the blanket and empty dishes in his arms. He was so livid about his and Becky's conversation that when it happened, he didn't know what hit him at first. One moment he was walking in the castle, the next something was poured all over his head… and it was cold. His brain registered that immediately. It was so cold his body seized up, and his lungs temporarily stopped working.

He finally gasped, and looked down at the pile of ice now around his feet. The ringing laughter above told him who had done it. The coldness soon went away, due to his blood that had begun to boil in rage.

"PEEVES!" Draco screamed at the top of his lungs. Without another thought, he pulled out his wand and pointed it at the ghost, but after a second he realized it was no use. And Peeves knew that as well, because he began to laugh even harder.

Draco was about to yell at him some more, but before he could, he heard brisk footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Mr. Malfoy!" cried the shrill, stern voice of Professor McGonagall. Draco groaned in irritation. He watched as Peeves quickly disappeared through the ceiling before Professor McGonagall saw him.

"Yes, Professor?" he asked curtly.

"First of all, you know perfectly well you shouldn't be out at this time of night," McGonagall started angrily, "And two, you should have at least had the intelligence to keep quiet!"

"But it was P--"

"I don't care, Malfoy! That's a detention, and fifty points from Slytherin."

Draco was about to retort in outrage, but McGonagall cut him off again,

"Do you want two detentions, Mr. Malfoy?" When Draco didn't respond, McGonagall gave him a 'that's-what-I-thought' look before turning and leaving.

Becky was walking down the hallway on the way to lunch, planning on meeting Harry, Ron, and Hermione down in the Great Hall.

As she passed by an empty classroom, she didn't even have time to gasp when something grabbed her arm and jerked her inside and out of sight.

"What the--"

"Shut up!" hissed Draco in the darkness.

"Let go of me!" Becky snapped, yanking her arm out of his grip. "I think you gave me whiplash!" she added angrily, rubbing the back of her neck.

"That's not all you're gonna get!" Draco barked through clenched teeth, trying to keep his voice down so passing students wouldn't hear.

"Oh yeah?" Becky asked, smirking, putting her hands on her hips, "Is that a threat?"

"I got detention because of you!" Draco continued, his voice shaking because he was so angry, "I know it was you who told Peeves to pour ice on me!"

"I can't help it if you don't know how to control your temper!" she retorted. Draco opened his mouth to reply, but she cut him off. "Listen, Draco, because I'm only going to tell you this once," she started, "Don't ever talk to me again, do you hear? Don't touch me, don't look at me, don't even think about me! I don't know how I ever got involved with you in the first place…it was the biggest mistake of my life."

She stopped, glared at him for a second, and was slightly taken aback when Draco's jaw dropped. He looked utterly bewildered for a moment, and Becky realized that she had hit a nerve in him…made a small crack in his armor. Something fluttered in Becky's heart…guilt?

Before he could say something, she turned and left him in the dark empty classroom, his jaw still dropped.

What? Have Draco Malfoy's feelings actually have been hurt? Interesting...hope you liked it, and thanks for reading!

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