AN: Thanks to Anna-Nannafor reviewing my stories.

And FortuneFaded6, yeah Paige is my favourite on Charmed, and how can one not love Draco? Lol...
Anyways, third chappie!

Chp.3

Maybe Not

The sun was rising over the lake; it was 6.30 a.m., Saturday the 8th of September. Paige was sitting by the lake, admiring the suns reflection on the water. Music was flowing trough her ears, her mind was soaring. She loved it out here. It took her mind off everything else. She had only been in school for a week, and she would already do anything to get out. Potions was a living nightmare, and her DADA classes were weirder than imagined. Wands and spells? That's not what she expected. Honestly, she couldn't see how any of it would help her. She let out a sigh and stared up at the castle that would be her new home until June and saw owls were arriving with letters. 'A bit early isn't it?' she thought and looked down at her watch. "SHIT!" It was 8 o'clock already. 'What happened? Did I fall asleep?!' She grabbed her bag and ran into the Great Hall. She was supposed to meet Hermione for some extensive guiding around Hogsmead. Something about a pub and goblins, and butterbeer. 'I really hope she'll let that one slip.' (AN: The name just threw me completely of it.)

THUD!

Paige landed on the floor.

"AUU! Watch it will ya?!"

She glared up at the person she ran into.

"Sorry," he reached out his hand and pulled her up. "You okay, Paige?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," she looked into the persons eyes "Draco?"

"No, the Ghost of Christmas Past."

"Ha ha ha, really funny." Her voice was sarcasm at its best.

"So, where's the fire? It's 8.15 and you're already running around."

"No, I was supposed to meet Hermione at breakfast and then she'd show me around Hogsmead. She'll probably freak if I'm late."

"Yeah, that sounds like the Granger I know."

She looked at him questioning. "You know you're gonna have to tell me about it sooner or later."

He gave her an innocent look. "Now, what would you be talking about Ms. Paige?"

"You know what I'm talking about! Why you guys don't get along. Well, usually don't."

"Maybe, Maybe not. I've got to go. I'll probably see you in Hogsmead. Bye"

"Yeah, see ya." She was a bit disappointed. She wished they would just tell her. 'God, what are they hiding?"

She made her way into the Great Hall.

"Hey 'Mione, had a good sleep?" She sat down next to her.

"Mhmm." She seemed to be somewhere else.

"Hey, 'Mione, you still with us?"

"Huh, oh yeah, I'm here." She snapped back to reality.

"Okay, so how are we getting to this place?"

"Oh, there are carriages that take us there. What time is it?"

"Umm, almost 8 thirty. Listen are you sure you're okay? 'Cos if you're not, I'll go by myself. You should rest if you feel bad." Paige's voice was filled with concern for her new friend. Then Harry came walking into the Hall, wearing the same look as Hermione.

Paige and her exchanged looks. And realization hit Paige "Ohhh, I suppose you feel amazing, huh?"

"Totally...."

"You have to!"

"Come on, it won't hurt you!"

"Seriously, it's great!"

The four of them (Harry, Hermione, Ron, Paige) were sitting in a corner stall at the Three Broomsticks. The Trio was urging her to try their favourite drink; Butterbeer.

"You guys, I really think I'll survive without it!"

'God, please don't make me.'

"You'll love it, I swear." Hermione looked at her pleadingly.

"Please.....?"

'God, how I hate it when people use puppy eyes on me.'

".........okay"

'NOOOOOOO, why do I always give in?!'

She stared reluctantly at the cup, then grabbed it and swallowed.

They all looked at.

"Well?" Ron asked with great interest.

"Hmm, suppose it's not that bad. I still prefer Coke."

"Not that bad?!" They all seemed pretty shocked. "Harry, we have to give her some kind of punishment." Ron gave him a mischievous look.

"Hmm, how 'bout locking her in the library?" They all laughed.

"God, you three are crazy, you know that. God, locked in the library, I'm shacking." Paige said recovering from laughing.

"Yeah, you're right. Hermione'd probably be happy if we'd lock her in there."

"You know Ron, you've really got me wrong. I really am not a library person anymore. I'm just misjudged." Her voice was joking.

"Misjudged, hah!" They all turned to the person with the high-pitched voice. "You're a Mudblood if I ever saw one."

"Fuck off, Parkinson."

"Aww, protecting your little Mudblood slut are we, Potter?"

Paige got out of her chair and stood in front of Pansy. Ron and Hermione were to busy holding Harry back. Paige was a good 10 cm taller than her.

"What's your problem?" Her voice was filled with anger. "What's she ever done to you?"

"Oh, you poor, naïve thing." Ugh, was her voice annoying. She sounded like a kindergarten teacher trying to talk to a little kid. Only far more high-pitched. "It's not what she's done, it's what she is."

"You bitch." Paiges voice was calm and silent, but so angry and hate-filled; Pansy would be dead if it could kill. She looked at the others. "Let's get out of here." None of them thought twice of it. They were up at the school before they knew it.

Paige sat on Hermione's bed in the Head Dorm, trying to comfort her distressed friend.

"God, I hate her!" Tears were streaming down her face. "I've never done a thing to make her hate me, never. "

"Oh, 'Mione, don't let her get to you, so she's a 'Pureblood', she's still an ugly bitch. You on the other hand, you're kind, caring, smart, and you have a boyfriend who loves and adores you."

"Yeah, but still...."

"No buts. Listen if I could give you one piece of advice to live your life after it's to only hate the once you love, 'cos no-one else is worth your time or energie."

Hermione stood up and looked at her.

"You know what, you're absolutely right!" Her voice had re-gained it's confidence.

Paige got up aswell.

"Of course I'm right!"

They both laughed a bit.

"But I still hate her."

"Okay I can live with that, I hate her too anyways. So what's your first class on Monday?"

"Care of Magical Creatures, why?"

"I think a day of normalness would do me good. If you can call this place normal." Hermione smile grew wider. "I'll go talk to Dumbledore now. See ya at dinner?"

"Alright, in terdays class yer all gon' continue yer work from last tym." Hagrids voice was loud, but rather unclear. She didn't have a clue about what they did last time. Thankfully Harry, Ron and Hermione knew what they were doing.

"I'm so glad Dumbeldore let you do this!"

"Yeah, me to Hermy. Oh come on, it's not a bad nick name!"

"Yes, it is. I hate it. Grawp used to call me that."

"Grawp?"

"Hagrids...umm, 'little' brother."

They all leaned in close and told her the story. There was an occasional 'Wow' or 'Seriously?'.

The rest of the class passed easily, un-eventfull.

They were walking through the castel where they were greeted by Blaise Zabini

"Well, if it isn't the Golden Trio, and the newbie Freak."

"What do you want, Zabini?" Harry glared at him.

"Trust me Potter, it's not you I wan't. But you on the other hand" He eyed Paige all over. It made her feel quite uncomfortable.

"Get a life." She retorted

"What ever you say, babe." He took a step closer and whispered "I'll see you later." And then, to Paige's shock and horror, he grabbed her ass.

She pushed him hard in the chest.

"DONT EVER TOUCH ME!"

"I'd be carefull if I were you, wouldn't want people to know your little secret, now would you?"

She glared at him. "Let's go you guys."

The three of them looked at her in confusment, Ron and Harry had been ready to kick Blaise's ass, but she wanted to get as far away from Blaise as possible.

So they went off to their next class, leaving Blaise alone in then hallway, well almost alone.

Suddenly, he was pushed up against the wall.

"Don't you dare hurt her Zabini. Is that clear?" The voice was calm, but threatening.

"You care about her. Is this possible, the Great Draco Malfoy, caring about someone?"

"Don't you dare hurt her." He hissed before walking of to Potions.

AN: Okay, so how does Blaise know? Well you'll find out soon enough.

Next chapter will be up soon!