"I'm fine you guys… really!"

"Oh, but you're not! Just talk to us, please?"

Harry, Ron, and Hermione were forcing Renae into a chair outside of Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor. They ordered a round of Florean's largest sundaes and urged Renae to tell them what had happened.

"Fine…," she sighed, stabbing a cherry with her spoon absentmindedly. "Well, I guess I should start from the beginning… I had lived with my mom, dad, two brothers and sister in a nice house in Venice before I came here. We were a close family, seeing that I was still young. There wasn't any teenage drama to split us apart yet. My father had played Chaser for the Venice Vipers. I loved Quidditch. I went to almost all of his matches. Quidditch was a family ordeal, and we lived for it. Greta didn't understand it much, because she was only eight. But, still, we loved it.

"I don't exactly remember how it all happened. Everything started to become a blur about a week afterwards. All I remember was opening the front door and hearing from some man that my father had been murdered. My mother had taken my brothers and sister out shopping. I was sick, so I stayed home."

"That must've been terrible," Hermione gasped. "You were eleven? Wow…"

"Yeah, I couldn't believe it at first, but then it started to sink in," she continued. "So, I sent our owl with a message telling her the news and when they came home… we just sat there. Nothing. But the funny thing was that they never found his body. They still haven't found it."

"But they'll find it… won't they?" Ron asked.

"Maybe," Renae sighed. "So we ended up moving to Ottery St. Catchpole a few weeks ago to get away from everything. My mom is finally letting us go to a real school and be normal… well, as normal as we can be at least."

There were a few minutes of silence, only the chinking sound of spoons. Harry, about to put another spoonful of ice cream in his mouth, dropped his spoon back into his dish.

"I was just wondering," he said. "Did they find out who killed your father?"

Renae paused for a moment and swirled some whipped cream around on top of a banana.

"Same person that killed your parents," she whispered.

"Oh, I'm so sorry Renae," he said quickly. "I didn't know."

"It's okay," she said quietly. "I've gotten over it. Kind of."

Again, there was silence.

"So what did Malfoy want?" Hermione blurted out.

"Who?" Renae asked. "The guy in Quality Quidditch Supplies? I don't know. He was just asking me what was wrong and then… you guys totally flipped out on him. What was that about anyway?"

"He's not exactly the best person to hang around," Hermione said.

"Your typical Slytherin prince," Ron growled. "He's a rich, pompous, idiotic git."

Ron and Harry both stabbed their ice cream with their spoons.

"Well…," Renae started. "I thought he was hot."

Ron and Harry burst out laughing. A few people at the tables around them moved as far away as they could. Hermione rolled her eyes at the two of them.

"He's bad news, 'Nae," she said. "His father's a Death Eater and he will, too, one day. Try not to get too caught up in looks."

"I didn't say I was!" she yelled. "And it wasn't like he was doing anything wrong! You guys just automatically ripped out your wands and went Coo-Coo on his Cocoa Puffs!"

"We did WHAT!" Ron laughed.

"Oh you know what I mean!" she said, frustrated. "You guys shouldn't assume stuff."

"So, you're saying that Malfoy's actually a kind-hearted soul, trying to find his way through the teenage drama?" Harry laughed.

Renae picked up her spoon and flung a scoop of ice cream at him. Almost instantaneously, there was an ice cream fight. Fifteen minutes later, they were sitting on a bench outside the ice cream parlor, trying to get the caramel out of their hair.

"You know," Ron said. "My hair tastes pretty good."

"Shame it's not worth anything. Your family could use some extra cash."

Malfoy was leaning against the wall by the bench. He walked over to Renae a wiped off some whipped cream on her bare shoulder, since she was wearing a halter top. He licked it off his finger and whispered in her ear, "Delicious…"

Renae closed her eyes and felt shivers go up her back. She opened them and found him only a few inches from her. Those gray eyes… so cold and heartless… yet so absolutely gorgeous…

BANG!

Malfoy was thrown on the ground by a forceful blow. He was lying in the dirt, 20 feet away. Harry and Ron both shot at him with looks of utmost disgust on their faces. Without thinking about the power they had in a little piece of wood, they hit at every inch of him they could see.

Renae stood, rooted on the spot. She watched as her two friends ripped at every inch of Malfoy they could find. She mentally shook herself, and came back to her senses. Furiously, she pulled Harry and Ron up by their hair and threw them against the wall.

'What the hell was that for?" she yelled. "I can't believe you two! Every time you see him, you have to assume that he's out to get one of you, is that it?"

They stared at her with wide eyes.

"Is it?" she bellowed.

"Renae," Harry said. "We're just trying to protect you-"

"From what?" she said flatly. "Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I'm a big girl; I can take care of myself. I know who's out to get me and who's not, and it's definitely not him."

She jerked her head at Malfoy, who was trying to wipe the blood from his lip. There was a bump forming over his left eyes and a few bruises all over him. Renae picked him up and brushed his hair back to where it was.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"Don't be," he whispered. "And I don't hate them actually. I'm just following orders."

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Spicy-obsession- yea I know it seems a little Mary Sue-ish… but its only starting out like that… and thanx too. Yeah, I'm a grammar and punctuation spazz when it comes to fanfics…