A/N: Normally, I put my responses to reader reviews here, but since I have recieved none at this time, I shall skip that.

Here's the next chapter. I really hope you enjoy it, I know I liked writing it. And today, we have Yuki and Kyo Sohma!

Yuki: Stupid Cat.

Kyo: Damn Rat

Catzy: Gorgeous boys! swoons

Yuki and Kyo: She's obsessed.

Catzy: Of course I am! You can't look into Yuki's beautiful eyes and see Kyo in his flippin sweet pants and not fall head over heels! Okay, boys, do your thing!

Yuki: sigh Catmoongirl owns no characters of JK Rowlings.

Kyo: Only her original characters and the plot belong to her.

Catzy:pats them on the head Good boys. Wanna come live with me?

Tasha sighed as she arrived in front of the stone wall that was the hidden entrance to the Slytherin Common Room.

"Kneazle Tails," she muttered, absentmindedly fingering the large lily behind her ear. The stone wall slid away with a loud grinding noise. As she stepped into the common room, she realized she was pulling thoughtfully on one of the lily petals and quickly stopped. She couldn't afford to let Ron get to her head. An error like that for a person in her situation could have fatal consequences. With a tired groan, Tasha dropped her messanger bag by one of the lage green couches and fell back. Unfortunately, someone had been laying on the couch at the time and Tasha screamed as she landed on them.

The persons arm came around and covered Tasha's mouth with a cold hand. "You frighten too easily, my little cherry blossom," said a frighteningly familiar, chilling voice in her ear.

Tasha took a few deep breaths to regain her composure as her visitor removed their hand from her mouth. "I wasn't expecting you for another week. I was just surprised."

"You sound like you aren't happy to see me..."

Tasha bit her lip nervously. She had to choose her words carefully now. One wrong move and she would lose everything. "Of course I'm happy, I just wasn't expecting you. I thought you had important business to attend to."

"I do," said the voice again, "which is why I must leave now. Don't get distracted, my dear. Remember your promise..."

Then the body seemed to melt away and soon Tasha felt nothing but the couch cushions beneath her.

Relieved, she finally exhaled. She shook her head as she sat up, trying to shake off the tension in her body. 'If Ron were here,' she thought. 'He'd offer me a back rub.'

Tasha pulled the lily from her hair and lay back on the couch again, gazing at the flower with fondness. She could no longer deny it, she had fallen for Ron Weasley. She had failed the first test, but that wasn't a big problem. Her next task was to keep Ron from knowing she was in love with him, at all costs.

At breakfast the next morning, Harry and Ginny stared at the empty seats that were usually filled by Ron and Hermione. Ginny leaned over. "You don't think there's some sort of love triangle going on, do you?" she whispered in Harry's ear. Harry shook his head, his unruly hair swinging back and forth in front of his glasses. "Malfoy's gone too. Besides, Hermione's no idiot. She seems to sophisticated to be involved in something so sordid."

Ginny nodded in agreement and looked over at the Slytherin table. Draco was, indeed, gone. As she looked farther down the table, she saw Tasha, her chin in her hands, a white lily behind her ear. She used her fork to push her food back and forth over her plate as she made a depressed sigh. "Tasha doesn't look to happy either. I wonder what's wrong."

"Maybe it's PMS." Harry mumbled, laughing softly.

Ginny rolled her eyes and stood. "You've been hanging out with my brother too long, Harry. You're starting to sound like him."

She turned, the ends of her red hair brushing against Harry's cheek, and walked over towards the Slytherin table.

Tasha looked up as soon as she heard the guys at the end of the table begin to chuckle and whistle. Ginny Weasley was walking towards her, rolling her eyes at the suggestive whistles and comments the guys made as she made her way past. "Tasha, can I talk to you?" Ginny asked. Tasha nodded and left her uneaten breakfast, following Ginny into the hall.

"Did Ron do something to you, Tasha?"

Smiling, Tasha shook her head, unknowingly reaching up and gently tugging the petal of the lily. "No, he didn't do anything."

Ginny watched her fondle the flower and sighed. "He asked you out again, didn't he?"

"He does every day, what's new?"

"How can you be so calm about it!" Ginny exclaimed. "He's practically stalking you!"

Tasha gently shook the younger girl by the shoulders. "Breathe, Ginny, breathe. It's not a big deal."

Ginny took a few moments to regain her breath while Tasha stepped back and clasped her hands in front of her, her grip tight.

"Doesn't it annoy you though, being with Ron all the time?"

"Not really," Tasha responded, tucking a lock of her wavy red hair behind her ear. "Sure it's a bit disturbing at times, but it's not a bother."

Ginny eyed her with confusion for a few moments before a grin broke over her face. "You like him, don't you?"

Tasha's expression drastically shifted from a calm smile to a panicked look of surprise.

"Geez, don't looked so shocked. It's so obvious now. Oh, wait till I tell him!"

Tasha grabbed Ginny's wrist as she turned to leave. "Please, Ginny, don't! You can't!"

"Well, why not?" Ginny asked, her confusion returning. "Is it really such a big deal?"

Tasha bit her lip and stepped back. "It's a long story...one I'd prefer not to tell. But you can't tell him Ginny. You can never tell him."

"What's wrong? Do you have a boyfriend or something already?"

"I guess you could say that..." Tasha started slowly, nervously tugging on her ear. "He's not really my boyfriend..."

"Then what is he? What's the big secret?" Ginny put her hands on her hips in an impatient stance.

"If I tell you, you have to promise you'll never tell another soul, no matter what."

Ginny suddenly felt worried. Was Tasha being abused by someone? Or maybe her family was in trouble with the ministry. Or even worse, what if she was a death eater? But as Ginny watched Tasha, looking so scared and frail, she realized that even if Tasha was a death eater, Ginny would look at her no differently.

"I promise," Ginny stated solidly. "No matter what it is that you've kept a secret, you're still you and you're still my friend."

Tasha removed something from her bag and Ginny gasped. "That's-"

Tasha nodded and slipped it back into the bag. "Yes, that's why you can't tell anyone. It's not what you think."

"Then you'd better explain what the hell it really is."

Well, that's the next chapter! I know it's not as good as could be, but I beg you to stick with this story, because it gets better as it goes. Reviews are encouraged and appreciated. Bye!