"Damn, Finnigan's lucky… she's so hot…"

"Yeah, but she's a Slytherin. I heard she's got a nasty temper."

"But isn't he a Gryffindor?"

"Yes! Oh, but they're too cute…"

"I'd look so much better with her though…"

Whispers and odd stares followed Seamus and Renae from the minute they walked into the Great Hall, Saturday morning. The girls seemed rather pleased with both of the student's choices, though the boys, however, only wanted to rip Seamus limb from limb. Renae plopped down onto the bench next to Seamus at the Gryffindor table, ignoring the gasps and nasty comments.

"You two ready for Hogsmeade?" Harry asked.

"Yep," Renae said brightly. She was dressed in her favorite pair of jeans, black and white high-tops, a black sweater, and an olive green military jacket. "I hope it's as good as you guys say it is."

"Oh, it is," Seamus chuckled. "I'll show you everywhere… You'll love it."

He kissed her on the top of her head and continued with his breakfast. Renae smiled and pulled a book out of her bag entitled A Little Princess. She looked fondly at the pink velvet cover and sighed, tracing a finger over the golden letters. It was a magical book of a little girl's relationship with her father, who bought her lovely gifts and gave her all of his love. Renae loved the idea of being a princess. Sure, it seemed childish, wishing to be a princess, but she viewed it as a completely different way of life. Slowly, she opened the book and began to read where she had left off.

"You are always supposing things," said Lavinia, and her air was very superior.

"I know I am," answered Sara, undisturbed. "I like it. There is nothing so nice as supposing. It's almost like being a fairy. If you suppose anything hard enough it seems as if it were real."

"It's all very well to suppose things if you have everything," said Lavinia. "Could you suppose and pretend you were a beggar and lived in a garret?"

Sara stopped arranging the Last Doll's ostrich plumes, and looked thoughtful.

"I believe I could," she said. "If one was a beggar, one would have to suppose and pretend all the time. But it mightn't be easy."

Renae looked up from her book and gazed at the other students in the Hall. Maybe if she supposed hard enough, everyone would be friends and stop getting so worked up over her and Seamus. She chuckled quietly and continued to read as she ate. Soon enough, she was waiting in line in the Entrance Hall with Seamus, Harry, Ron, and Hermione. After being checked with the Secrecy Sensor, Renae pulled on her black Venice Vipers hat, embroidered with a double V in green. She and Seamus walked down the road towards Hogsmeade, with Harry, Ron, and Hermione ahead of them. The bitter wind nipped at Renae's face. Seamus was bent against the wind, his breathing quick and short. Five minutes later, they were sighing in relief as they walked into the warmth of Honeydukes. Renae looked around and immediately, her face lit up.

"Dude… I'm going to be so sick tomorrow," she laughed, staring at the walls of candy. "Whatever."

"Get anything you want," Seamus said, smiling. "I'm buying."

"You don't have to do that!" Renae insisted. "Believe me, I have plenty of money."

Almost instantly, she grabbed the biggest box of chocolate she could find. Laughing slightly, she then continued to pull more and more boxes off of the shelves. Every now and then, she would ask Seamus what some things were, for they had not been introduced to typical Italian sweet shops. Renae had eventually picked a slab of chocolate coconut fudge, a case of chocolate frogs, a pack of cotton candy flavored Drooble's Best Blowing Gum, a Sugar Quill, and a couple blood flavored lollipops. As she handed them to the woman behind the counter, she eyed Renae apprehensively.

"You do know these are for vampires?" she asked Renae.

"Yeah," Renae shrugged. "But they're not that bad. Actually, they're mighty tasty if you ask me."

She handed the woman nine Galleons and three Sickles before heading out of the store. Renae pulled her hat down over her ears, for the biting wind was storming at both she and Seamus. He pulled her towards him, his teeth chattering through the collar of his jacket, pulled high over his mouth.

"Let's go get some coffee or something!" he yelled. "Follow me!"

They trudged up the High Street towards a small coffee shop. Renae followed Seamus inside and stopped dead, staring around the café. The room was cramped with numerous tables, each occupied by a different couple. Renae gaped at Seamus, who looked confused.

"What?" he asked. "Don't you think it's er… cute?"

"In a sickly and girlish way, yeah," she said in disbelief. "Can't we go somewhere else?"

"Well there's nowhere else to get coffee," Seamus said quietly.

"I really don't care," Renae laughed. "What about that place we passed? What was it… the Three Broomsticks or something?"

"Sure!" Seamus said at once. He opened the door for her in a courteous fashion. "After you my love."

"Shut up," Renae chuckled again. She grabbed him by the hand and walked back down the street.

The Three Broomsticks was a large and extremely crowded pub, mostly occupied by Hogwarts students. Renae and Seamus squeezed their way through the already packed tables to an empty one by the bar. Seamus slipped her a kiss on the cheek before going to the bar to get their drinks. Renae looked around. Once again, many of the boys were watching her. Resisting the urge to flip them off, she pulled her book out and began to read again. Before she finished the first sentence, Seamus was back, holding two bottles.

"Butterbeer!" he said cheerily. "It'll warm you right up, it will. If not, I'm still here…"

"Seamus, don't even start with that," Renae laughed. "I'm not into all that super sweet always-have-to-be-together pet name kind of thing. It freaks me out."

She shuddered and took a sip of her drink. Immediately, warmth spread to the very tips of her fingers.

"Damn, this stuff's good," she said. "So, what else are we going to do today?"

"Whatever we feel like doing," Seamus answered, peeling at the label on the bottle. "I wouldn't recommend staying out here, it's so cold. We could probably hang out back at school."

"Yeah, that'd be okay," Renae sighed. She downed the whole of her butterbeer and wiped her mouth. "Do you want to head back up?"

"Now?"

"Sure," she shrugged. "Not much to do since the weather's so bad. It'll probably be better."

"Okay," Seamus said. "Hold on, let me finish this."

He chugged the rest of his butterbeer and pulled his gloves back on. Renae took him by the hand, ignoring the dark looks from the other boys in the pub. The stomped out the door into the bitter fall chill. Renae and Seamus started up the front drive, five somewhat familiar forms slightly ahead of them.

"I think that's Harry," Renae said.

"Yeah," Seamus answered, squinting at the small group. "Ron and Hermione, too, I think."

"Isn't that Katie with them?" Renae asked.

"Yeah, I wonder who she's-"

Renae gasped as Katie rose gracefully into the air, her back arching. Then, suddenly, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and another girl with them pulled her sharply down as Katie let out a bloodcurdling scream. Renae grabbed Seamus's hand and bit her lip as Hagrid picked her up and rushed into the school. Seamus looked at the white-faced figure next to him, her lip trembling.

"Oh my God…" she whispered. "What happened to her?"

"I don't know," Seamus said, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. "Come on, let's go back up to school. Maybe Harry and all them can tell us…."

Renae was shaking the entire walk up, tremendously disturbed by what she had just witnessed. She didn't notice where she was walking, only following Seamus, still grasping his hand. Soon, they were climbing through the portrait hole, into the Gryffindor common room. (Insert stuff saved on PC)

"Finally!" Renae said, jumping up at once. "What happened to Katie?"

"How did you know about that?" Harry asked.

"Me and Seamus were walking behind you," she said hurriedly. "But still, tell me what happened!"

"Well Katie had this package and her friend Leanne was bugging her about it," Harry began to explain. "Then she tried to take it from her and the package ripped and Katie touched part of it. The necklace was cursed. I've seen it before."

"Oh my God…" Renae whispered. "Where did she get it?"

"Leanne said she came out of the bathroom of the Three Broomsticks with it," Ron said. "We don't know who gave it to-"

"I told you!" Harry said impatiently. "It was Malfoy!"

"No way…" Renae said confidently. "He wouldn't want to do that. Sure, Katie beat him at Quidditch, but he wouldn't want to kill her over that."

"You don't know Malfoy like us," Harry said. "And we saw him in Borgin and Burkes when-"

"Where?"

"It's this super Dark shop in Knockturn Alley," Hermione explained. "He wanted something fixed, and it sounded like there was another one in the shop."

"And he showed Borgin something on his arm that really freaked him out," Harry added. "It was the Dark Mark."

"Well, we don't know that for sure," Ron said quickly.

"It was!" Harry yelled. "I just know it!"

"When did you guys follow him?" Renae asked, confused.

"That day we went to Diagon Alley," Harry explained. "When you were getting your new robes I saw him and we went after."

"So that's where you were!" Renae said triumphantly, remembering how she had looked all over the store for them. "But still, Draco wouldn't do something like that."

"He might," Seamus said from his chair by the fire. He stood up behind Renae and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Honestly, he could be a lot more powerful than we think."

"Well we can just stop guessing," Renae said briskly. "Because I'm going to go talk to him. Later guys."

Before anyone could stop her, she was out of the portrait hole and walking swiftly down the stairs. Renae came to the entrance for her common room and stepped in before the wall was fully open. She scanned the room for a sign of his white-blonde head, but was unsuccessful. Renae instead went to his dorm, thinking he might be sleeping in late… very late. Not shocked at all, she found Blaise and Sara, tangled in the bed sheets.

"Want to start a three-some?" Blaise asked.

"No thanks, I'm on a mission," Renae laughed. "Do you guys know where Draco is?"

"Yeah, he has detention with McGonagall, but he should be back soon," Blaise answered. "Why?"

"I just need to talk to him," she said. "Well, I'll see y'all later. Use protection!"

"Grape flavored!" Sara called as Renae closed the door.

Renae shook her head and chuckled to herself as she ascended the stairs to the common room. She flopped down onto one of the couches to wait for him to come back. Out of boredom, she made a second-year's Transfiguration book move every time he tried to grab it, with her wand. Renae shook with silent laughter as the book jumped up and danced on top of the boy's head. After watching the boy's jumpy textbook enrage him for five minutes, Renae ceased and began to tear at the knees of her jeans. The common room was fairly empty, its few occupants doing homework or reading. It was quiet. She sighed.

"Don't you guys do anything fun?" she said loudly.

"Not really," a couple people said.

Renae groaned and closed her eyes. What she needed was some loud music… The silence of the entire school was killing her, tearing apart at every outgoing fiber in her body. With a heave, she pulled herself up off of the couch and ran up the stairs to her dorm. Renae opened her stuffed trunk and began searching for something to distract her highly elusive mind. Something caught her eye. On the far side of the room, was a tall armoire. It had never been there before… or had it? Renae walked towards it, slowly. On the front of it was a scribbled note:

To Whom It May Concern:

This is a special armoire. To use it, simply grasp the handles and think, very clearly, of what you need. The item of your choice will appear inside. Imaginary objects, things larger than the armoire, and bodies cannot and will not be accessible in the use of this device. Use this wisely.

There was no signature at the bottom. Renae took hold of the handles and thought very hard, "I need a radio. Muggle or magical… just a radio…" She heard a loud thump from inside of the armoire and jumped slightly. She opened the door and, sure enough, a dusty radio was sitting inside. Renae grabbed it and ran back downstairs to the Common Room. She placed the radio on the table in front of her usual couch and flipped the "on" switch. Static erupted from the speakers and she immediately turned the tuner to find some loud, fast music. A clear voice stopped her.

"And here's Ozma with their hit song, "Apple Trees"…"

Renae listened to the bass pluck a few notes before a loud chord. She turned up the volume. A few people nearby shook their heads or yelled at her, but she didn't care, she needed to dance. Renae began to jump around the room, waving her arms around like a maniac. She closed her eyes and started to sing, though she didn't know any of the words. It wasn't until she felt her head hit the hard stone ground that she came out of her zone.

"Jesus woman, you're always falling all over the place," Draco chuckled. He held out his hand to help her up. "What were you doing any way?"

"Dancing," she said simply. "I needed to. This place is so boring…."

"Well at least you're only here for a year," he sighed, sitting on the couch. "I've been here for almost seven."

"Aww, you poor thing," Renae said sarcastically, plopping down onto the couch next to him. "I wanted to talk to you about something."

"Okay…" he said slowly.

"Well, you know how I go out with Seamus and everything, right?"

"Yeah… and?"

"And you know how I said I never get to do anything fun here?"

"Yeah…"

"Well," Renae said, pulling off her sweater to reveal a black camisole with the words 'your mom' in red sparkles plastered across her chest. "let's have some fun."

Renae put her hand behind his neck and began to kiss him, slipping in some tongue every now and then. Draco smiled and responded immediately. He lay back on the couch, pulling her on top of him. Renae unzipped his jacket and dragged it off of him, one-handedly. Smirking slightly, he slipped his hand up the back of her shirt. She giggled. He then began to give her little kisses, moving down her neck.

"Hey, you're good at this," she giggled.

"I've had practice," he whispered in her ear.

She ran her hand up his left arm, gradually pushing up the sleeve of his navy T-shirt. Immediately, he pushed her off of him.

"What the hell are you doing?" Draco yelled. "You have a boyfriend!"

"Like that's ever stopped you…" she scoffed. "Besides, he's not as much fun as you."

Renae pouted from her spot on the floor. He attempted to give her a dark look, but was overpowered by her. Instead, he cracked a smile.

"No one's more fun than me," he laughed. "Wanna go again?"

"Sorry, I can't," she replied, standing up. "I left my bag in Seamus's dorm last night. I guess I'll talk to you later then…"

"Yeah, whatever," he said.

Renae grabbed her sweater and pulled it over her head as she exited the Common Room. Trying her hardest not to laugh, she pictured the look on Draco's face when she had removed her top layer. Soon, she found herself outside the Gryffindor Common Room.

"Shit," she said to herself. "Why couldn't they just tell me the password before?"

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Greta came running up the steps. She looked at her sister for a brief moment, and broke into a wide smile.

"Hey you!" Renae laughed, hugging her. "I haven't seen you much lately."

"You shouldn't be talking," Greta said quietly. "You never come to see me, and Caleb and Derek say the same. You're always off with your friends or that Seamus guy."

"Well I'm sorry if I have a social life," she said sarcastically. "Haven't you made any friends?"

"A couple, yeah," she muttered. "But you know me. I like to keep to myself."

"Yeah," Renae said. "Hey can you let me in to the Common Room?"

"Are you allowed?"

"Yeah, I've been in there loads of times," Renae replied. "But the guys and Hermione haven't told me the password."

"Oh, okay," Greta said. "The password's dilligrout."

The portrait swung open and they stepped inside.

"Thanks Greta, you're a doll," Renae laughed. She hugged her sister again. "And if you ever want to hang out, come find me or ask someone and I'll cancel whatever I have going on. Family first you know?"

"Okay," Greta smiled.

Renae patted her shoulder and left to join Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Seamus by the fire. She sat on his lap and put her arms around him, extremely cold all of the sudden.

"Well that didn't take to long," Harry said. "What did he say?"

"Hm?"

"About Katie!"

"Oh…," Renae laughed. "Well, funny story actually. Now don't get mad when I tell ya'll this, but I didn't actually talk to him about it."

"You didn't?" Harry asked, dumbfounded.

"Let me explain," Renae said. "Well I basically went undercover and said I don't get to do anything fun here… and we started making out and shit like that. So then I started pulling up his sleeve and he freaked out."

"Which arm?" Ron asked.

"Left I think," Renae replied. "So Harry's probably on the right track with the Death Eater thing."

"I told you!" Harry yelled triumphantly.

"Well I didn't say you're right," Renae laughed. "I didn't actually see the mark, but I think he pushed me off of him so I wouldn't see it."

"So you're not exactly sure about it," Hermione said.

"Right."

"Did you really have to do that, though?" Seamus whispered in her ear.

"Do what?" Renae said softly, running her fingers through his hair.

"Make out with him," he answered.

"Oh, don't worry," Renae smiled. "I'm not going to leave you for him. He may be really good and really hot, but you're still better."

"You're just saying that," he whispered.

"Am not," she answered, putting her head on his chest. "I love you, idiot."

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