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a/n Thanx for your wonderful reviews and quidditchgirl13 and greenfly! I wish I got more reviews though! Please anyone who reads this review! Review! Tell other people to review! This chapter will be (mainly) Parvati and have more to do with Draco and the real plot. Lavender chaps are probably going to be space fillers (maybe). I don't know if I should put in neutral chapters too. Oh well, here goes nothing:

Chapter three: In the Bathroom

Parvati's POV:

I woke up this morning with feelings of mingled excitement and dread. Classes were about to start, but they were new classes, and there were completely new things I would have to deal with. I didn't know if we were going to learn more defense spells… in fact, I didn't know anything about this year. Lavender seemed better about it. She found it in her to giggle loudly when Ron stole a Fanged Frisbee from a fourth year. Of course, she insisted she was just as nervous as me.

When I came downstairs to breakfast I was jumpy and nervous, I hardly ate a thing. Everybody else seemed happy enough; nobody seemed down, nobody except… Draco Malfoy. He had a sick sort of grayish tinge to his skin, and his piercing silver-blue eyes were a duller grey. He seemed withdrawn from the conversation, and so I decided to look into it: without Lavender. Yes, Lavender had enough on her mind, with Ron and all, so Malfoy should be my problem. But she was still my best friend, so I decided to talk.

"Are you excited to find out your schedule?" I asked. I noticed Professor McGonagall coming down the aisle.

"Yeth, ob cuurze. Wob abob oo?" she spat, sending her mouthful of food everywhere.

"Taking after Ron, are, you?" I asked, suppressing a loud giggle. My mood was immediately better.

"Heeeyyy!" grumbled Lavender, glancing hopefully (I think) in Ron's direction.

"I wonder if Firenze is teaching this year! Remember him?" I said excitedly.

"Oh, yeah! You fancy him, don't you? You mention him all the time!" she squealed.

"No I don't! I NEVER talk about him. – Professor? Is Firenze teaching Divination again this year?" I asked, before I could stop myself.

"He and Professor Trelawny are dividing classes between them this year. The sixth year is being taken by Professor Trelawny." She said tartly.

"Oh, yes, I understand." I replied, slightly crestfallen.

I remained quiet and withdrawn until Divination, where I realized that it was just school. Same as it always was. When class started, Lavender and I acted as we always do. The period flew by, as did the rest of the day. In fact, the next few weeks just flew right by me, what with all my classes, homework, and Lavender gushing about Ron's every move, comment, sneeze and breath. It was sickening.

Lavenders POV:

"Parvati! Quidditch tryouts are today! Can we go? Ron will be there!" I told Parvati pleadingly.

I would never get Ron to notice me if I just giggled and looked at him a lot. I had to act as if I was interested in what he was interested in. Quidditch.

As we walked down to the Quidditch pitch, we discussed Ron. I told her of my plan to get him to notice me, worried that he wouldn't. Parvati was worried that I was getting obsessed. Of course, when Ron passed by, Parvati nudged me encouragingly. I gave Ron a wide, hopefully seductive, smile. Because of its powerful results (Ron started swaggering insanely), I firmly decided to try again later. I patiently waited through the chaser and beater tryouts, and as Ron's turn neared, I finally made my move.

"Good luck!" I called, exactly as Ron mounted his Cleansweep Eleven. I then covered my face in my hands, seeing everyone staring at me. Parvati looked at me consolingly, and I dragged her off the stands with me.

Parvati's POV:

After the Quidditch tryouts, Lavender became slightly more subdued, and the two weeks until Hogsmeade passed pleasantly. Classes were difficult, and homework overwhelming, but it was all doable. Hogsmeade was my light at the end of the tunnel, and Saturday I reached the light. I admit, it was a very windy and cold light, but it was the light, nevertheless.

"Parvati! Let's go! We should get there before it's too late! I need to get back this afternoon to do some homework for Flitwick!" I called to Lavender, who was still putting on some of the eyeliner we got in muggle London.

"Bloody Hell! I'm out! I just used up the last stub of it! Ugghhh!" She stomped out of the bathroom, and I couldn't help but burst out laughing. One of her eyes was perfectly lined and mascara-d , while the other was bare. She looked like someone had punched her.

"Maybe you're better off without any. Here. Scourgify!" Her eye was immediately clean.

"When we get back, we can go to the library and look for makeup spells" I said reassuringly. "You look fine."

We made our way to Hogsmeade slowly, as the blistering cold and snow ate at our skin and stung our eyes. When we finally got there, we went straight to the three broomsticks and ordered two butterbeers each. My first was gone in three seconds flat; the second I took my time on. We then went to Honeydukes, and stuffed ourselves even more, and then to a robe store, where I bought a scarf.

"And you'll need it too! It looks like the storm has picked up!" Laughed Lavender as we walked out the store and into the evil, horrible cold of outside.

" I need to look at some quills, Parvati, will you come with me to look at them?" she asked suddenly as we walked past the Quill and parchment shop.

"Sorry Lav, I need to get back up to Hogwarts, I'm really behind on homework." I said apologetically.

"Yeah, that's alright. I wanted to stay here a little longer anyways. To... umm… you know, get more candy." She replied hurriedly. I, obviously, could see right through her; she wanted to catch Ron alone, without me to hold her back. I replied by simply nodding, and began making my way up to the castle. Filch wasted ten minutes on my time ("Why would anyone come back in early -without their friends, huh?") so I was immensely relieved when I made it inside. Before I got to the library, I realized that I needed to put away everything I had bought from Hogsmeade. As I reached the sixth floor, I heard a noise coming from a bathroom down the hall.

"Leave me alone! I don't need you here! Stupid ghost!" came a deep voice, sounding distressed.

"Oh! Fine! Come in here and just leave me in the dark! I see how it is!" Replied a high, distressed sounding female voice.

I peeked around the corner of the door, just as Malfoy was coming out. I was about to take a step, when the door slammed into my face.

"What the hell was that! #$ !" I screamed, kicking him in especially sensitive place.

"#$!" he said, copying me, "Come here!" and he grabbed me by the robe, dragging me into the nearest room.

"What did you hear?" he demanded.

I decided to take a chance. "Everything."

"Damn!" he cursed, "You are not to repeat that to anyone! ANYONE!" he bellowed loudly, his voice reverberating in the room.

I saw he was not to be messed with, but I decided to mess with him anyway.

"What's going to make me keep my mouth shut?" I asked coolly.

"This!" he hissed, pointing his wand at my throat.

"Well, if you kill me after I tell everyone, it won't make much of a difference, will it?" I said.

He stared at me for a minute seething; his chest heaving. Finally he replied. "Fine then, what do you want?"

I thought. I couldn't publicly humiliate him, because then people would talk. And I didn't want to hurt him (badly). I needed personal gain.

"I want you to do my homework for me." I said. I knew he couldn't do all of it, but just for the hardest classes. Hmmm….. Transfiguration and Defense Against the Dark arts. No, Snape knew his writing too well. Charms. Yes. Transfiguration and Charms.

"For Transfiguration and Charms. I'll practice the spells, you write the essays. And if they don't get an 'O', then I blab." I decided.

For some reason, Malfoy smirked. "You expect me to give you 'O' essays for two classes? Yeah right."

"Fine, just for transfiguration. But we'll meet two days before the essay is due and you have to watch me edit it." This was final. It wasn't that bad of a deal. He just had twice as much transfiguration homework.

"Fine!" He sneered, but looked the pale green color he looked on the first morning. Slamming the door behind him, he left for the dungeons.

"I'll see you next Tuesday!" I called after him. Happily, I went to the common room, realizing that I only had charms to work on.

As I snuggled in my favorite reading chair though, I began to wonder what he was really up to…..

a/n: Yayy! I' m done! That was long! But also a cliffie. Not an evil cliffie because you already know what he was doing, unless (shame on you) you haven't read the sixth book yet! Anyways, I'm leaving for a camping trip next week, so you won't have another chappie until august! So sorry (that's why the chapter is long). But if I find that I have at least 20 reviews (I know that's a lot to ask, but it's a whole week!) , then I will update really fast, with a long chapter! Anyways, I hope yoyu enjoy, but REVIEW! Luv ya!