Well, after long last, here I am again, finally updating. Or at least it seems like it's been forever to me...maybe I just have 'time issues' or something. Time DOES pass slowly when all you do is sit at the computer and go to school...and do annoying geometry homework. Sorry...anyway, here it is!

Daryl left later that day. Things were okay between us. But nothing at all was right between anyone else. When I entered the Common Room that night a hush entered around the room. I shuddered and walked through, blushing profusely. I swung that door open to the girls' dormitories and rushed up the stairs. The room was empty. I took off my robe and hung it over my trunk. After kicking off my shoes, I flopped down on my bed, letting more tears escape myself. A few moments later, I popped up with the sound of the door slowly opening, for a split second hoping it would be the man from the bathroom. No, it was Hermione.

"You okay?" she asked timidly.

"What do you think!" I barked.

"Sorry," she cowered. "Do you want me to talk to the common room? I can tell them the circumstance about you being...you know..."

"Fine, I don't care, they aren't gonna believe you anyway. They all think I'm some tramp anyway so it doesn't matter."

"Well, I'll try," She left the room quickly. I felt bad I had acted I it rotten, but I felt horrible. After changing into my pajamas, I flopped down on my bed, and it became the first time I really thought about how this could've happened. I mean, I knew that I was pregnant, meaning that I had been with someone, but I had never let myself think about it. Until now. I shuddered, curled up into a little ball on my bed, and silently sobbed. Someone I didn't care for had held me close, had seem me in my purest state, had probably taken advantage of me! I was probably a bit...'woohoo' in the brain that day, and it would've been so easy.

I heard a tap coming from outside the room. Assuming it was Hermione again, I didn't move from my lonely spot. Hearing a racket now coming from the window, though, I jolted up and saw a dark shadow on a broomstick out there. I gasped, but realized I didn't feel scared. Something about that dark, scary, looming, mysterious shadow didn't give me the creeps. I saw it was a human, probably male, and he rapped his fist on the window gently. I shakily walked over and pulled the latch.

Sure enough, a man tumbled in. He dragged a broomstick along with him and wore a dark cloak. His face was away from me. My breathing grew faster as he stood up, dusted himself off and turned to face me. His hood shadowed his face. I cursed under my breath, for I longed to know who this guy was. "Hey," he said. I could tell he was smiling from his tone. And he was the same guy from the bathroom. I was confronting the person whom had had me a few months ago all to himself. Again. I shuddered once more that night.

"Hello?" I said, even more timid than Hermione.

"Don't worry, it's me," he said. Oh, yeah, fat lot of help that did to me.

"And who is 'me'?"

"If I told you, you wouldn't believe me." he chuckled, almost. I couldn't help but smile. Chances are he didn't go to this school. Chances were I wouldn't know him. Chances are that I wouldn't believe him.

"But can't you tell me? I mean, if you are who you say you are," I felt pretty comfortable talking to him, which was odd for me, I was always pretty shy at first. Inched around him, trying to get the light to show me his face. No such luck. He drew out his hand to me, almost as if I were a dog, luring me to him. I hesitantly reached with my other hand, and met his. Chills shivered up my spine, but I stepped a bit close. I tried to look up to his face, one last time, but it was hopeless. He had made it impossible for me to know him.

He drew me into a hug. "Go to the scene, broom cupboard on the 10th floor." He whispered tenderly in my ear. Feeling his warm breath soothed me. Maybe things could turn out alright. I flashed for a split second as if I were watching us, pulled closely together. Something burst through my body, pulling me back to myself. A feeling that everything would piece together. My bones tingled as he held me close, and kissed the top of my head. Without a word, he assured me of this. He lead me, still close, to my bed, and released me. I sat down, with his shadowy figure beside me.

"What should I do?" I whispered.

"Follow your heart and you head. They're both very wise." I sighed and closed my eyes, thinking. Suddenly, I felt his lips on mine, and I melted. He wrapped his arms around me for a signal, brief moment of comfort, before pulling away. It wasn't until then when I opened my eyes, and saw the flip of cloak fly from the window. I stared at that spot for many minutes to come. Not thinking, barely breathing, just existing. I slumped back and tried to sleep. I knew what I had to do tomorrow. Follow the only direct advice he gave me; go to the scene.

Okay, yes it is a shortish chapter, but like I've been saying, I've been cut on ideas and stuff like that. Oh, and I lied. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! NEXT chapter, you SHOULD find out, depending on how mean I'm feeling. Hope it wasn't TOO bad. Everything is a work-in-progress.

Snicket

PS: Happy, Zach!?! I updated! You can stop bugging me everyday in science!