A/N I am über sorry it took me trés long to write this, but here it is!

'How was your mandatory meeting with the shrink?' Pansy asked, not even bothering to lift her head from where it was resting in Calvin's lap.

'Okay. She was just hoping to turn me into a Dumby lo…, hearter.' She used her forefingers to draw a heart in the air.

'There it is again, that fear of the word!' Pansy giggled.

Arabella rolled her eyes. She really hated the fact that Pansy was convinced that she was afraid of love. Honestly, she wasn't, if the thing even existed.

'Pans, lay off.' She turned her amethyst eyes towards Calvin, hoping that he would intervene, but apparently he thought the conversation was amusing and didn't say anything.

'Yaah haa, I think you do! C'mon, all you have to do is date some nice Slytherin guy who and it's all okay!' Pansy giggled.

'As if, Parkinson. I doubt that! All of them just want to have sex, not that you would mind!' Arabella snarled.

'What did you say?' The blonde screeched, finally sitting up to look at the younger girl.

'Don't act so surprised.' Arabella snapped.

'Arabella!' Calvin yelled.

'What?'

'Apologise?'

'Oh, you go stuff it! I know that you're only defending her because you fancy her!' She had no idea what was making her say any of this.

'WHAT DID YOU SAY?' Calvin yelped.

'Just go away! I'm sick of this! All you two do is tell me what to do!' Arabella screeched. 'Oh, and by the way, I refuse to talk to Weasely and Potter at all!'

'It was them that put you in a bad mood.' Pansy nodded wisely.

'No, and stop assuming things!' Arabella was beginning to wonder why she was shouting.

'Arabella, come here.' Draco said, standing up from a chair, concern etched in his normally blank eyes.

'No!' Arabella was now backing up, away from the lot of them. Something was wrong, she knew, but she couldn't remember what. Something was very wrong.

'Arabella!' Blaise yelped as she trod on his foot. 'Can't you just watch where your going, you clumsy twit?'

That finally made her leave.

'Fuck off, asshole.' She informed him calmly and swept out of the door, down the corridor, up stairs, up, up, up into the sunshine, storming, stomping, ignoring them, ignoring the 'what the fuck?' From Blaise, the screeches from Pansy, Draco calling her name, Calvin saying, leave it, I'll go get her, Draco and Pansy arguing with him. Ignoring the stupid Gryffindor who dared to say excuse me, that stupid prat, how dare he be nice to her? Why couldn't he have snarled at her? It would have been so much easier!

She made it to the tapestry that she shoved Finnegan into before she broke down and began to cry.

'I'll get her.' Calvin sighed.

'Naaw, I'll do it.' Draco replied, running a hand through his shaggy blonde hair. What was the matter with that girl, anyway?

Kicking the floor, the blonde carefully meandered through the hallways, looking for a brunette.

'Malfoy? What are you doing? Why aren't you in Potions?' Hermione demanded from behind him.

'Potions? Crap!' Malfoy yelped, checking his watch. Dammit. Stupid Arabella. Stupid Snape.

'Wait, why aren't you in potions?' he demanded.

'I didn't feel like going.' Hermione blushed.

'Right.'

'Fine, he threw me out of class. Happy?'

'Mudblood got in trouble, Mudblood got in trouble…' Draco grinned, forgetting about Arabella.

'Shut up, ferret. What are you doing?'

'Looking for Arabella.' Draco replied, after a couple minutes of blinking stupidly at her. Damn, that Mudblood looks fine, but remember, Drake, she's a Mudblood!

'What? What happened?' Draco was startled to find concern on the girl's face. She's friends with Bella, he remembered.

'I dunno. She just started shouting at us, and then screamed at Blaise when she stepped on his foot, and ran away.

Hermione blinked. That was not the crazy seductress she knew. It sounded more like, well, like a normal person.

'Has she ever done this before?' Hermione asked.

Draco eyed her warily. 'No.'

'What exactly happened?'

The blonde rolled his eyes and recounted the story.

'Sounds like she was feeling ignored.'

'Bella? Ignored? Are you kidding? She's adored, if you don't remember. Potter loves her…'

'But he's mad at her, remember?'

'Calvin's mission in life is to protect her…'

'He yelled at her…'

'Blaise didn't mean it!' Draco began grasping at straws. Wait, why were the drinking utensil in his hand?

Giving him an odd look, Hermione continued. 'She's feeling ignored. And, well…' the bushy-haired brunette stopped, unsure if she should mention the girl's encounter with Seamus, who had told her the entire story, ending with a so, do you think I have a chance with her?.

'Yaah, but that wouldn't bother Arabella that much. She's made of stronger stuff.

'Do you know anything about her at all?' Hermione demanded. It seemed as if he kept making broad statements, which was beginning to grate on her last nerve.

'Sure I do. She's Bella.'

Bella. Sounded a hell of a lot like what they called Bellatrix Lestrange. Hermione thought. It seemed as if the girls of Slytherin fell into two Molds. Simpering Sluts, or Deadly schemers.

'You're thinking again, Mudblood. Careful, you might hurt yourself.' Draco said tauntingly.

'Oh, go stuff it, you inbred!' Hermione snarled.

She glared at the offending Slytherin, although she was slightly disconcerted about how close the boy was.

'Aww, you don't mean that, do you, Mudblood?' Draco said, inches away from her face.

Hermione was breathing erratically now, really disconcerted by how close he was. What was she supposed to do? Erm, erm, what would Ginny or Arabella do? Ginny would either snog him or knee him, and Arabella, well, she would either imperiously command him off of her, or snog him. Well, majority rules.

A girl with Amethyst eyes grinned down at the snogging pair. 'Ha, Zambini, I win.'

The dark haired boy sighed and handed her ten galleons. 'Damn.'

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