AN: Okay, 4th chapter.

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Chp.4

Secrets

When Paige walked out of the Potions classroom her mind was somewhere else. Did Blaise really know?

'He could be making it up just to bug me. Maybe I should talk to Piper and Phebs.'

It would be terrible if he knew. No one was supposed to know.

'I wish I could just tell everyone and get over with it.'

'Yeah, but you can't, what if the Source has spies?'

'Yeah, but I thought I would be accepted her. Back home it's understandable 'cos I can't tell "Muggels", but then I can't tell other witches?'

Paige's thoughts were interrupted by someone grabbing her wrist and pulling her down a small hallway.

"What the...." She looked at the person.

"Hush" he whispered

"Draco?!" she whispered back.

He pulled her further down the hall and into a small, seemingly un-used classroom. He put a locking charm on the door and what seemed like a sound-proofing one. He walked up to her.

"What the hell is going on?! You grab me and pull me into a classroom and you don't even explain why!" She said. She was really mad at him. "You don't just do that to people! You scared the shit out me!"

"You knew it was me." He answered calmly.

"Yeah, after you grabbed me!"

"Why were you so scared, nothing going to happen in this place, it's probably the safest place in the world."

"Just thought you were someone else." she murmured.

"Blaise?"

She turned away from his piercing eyes, and looked out the window. Kids were running around, playing games. Others were eating their lunch in the great outdoors.

"How'd you know?"

"Saw you in the hallway, "
"I won't let him hurt you. You don't have to be afraid of him."

She turned and looked at him again.

"I'm not afraid of him. Just what he knows."

"Which is?" his grey eyes looked down at her caringly.

She bit her lip hard, trying to stop herself from telling him.

"Paige?"

".......I can't tell you." She whispered and ran towards the door. To her amazement it was already open.

She avoided Draco as much as possible. She hardly even looked at him.

"Paige, are you okay? You're acting kind of weird." Hermione was really worried about her she seemed more withdrawn than usual.

"Is it Blaise? Did he bother you again? Cause if he did, me and Harry'll gladly beat 'im up for you."

"Don't worry 'bout it Ron. I'm okay, really I am." She tried her best to re-assure them. But she wasn't okay. The conversation she had with Draco really bugged her. She wanted to tell him, she really did, but she just couldn't.

'I could really need some advice from Piper and Phoebe.'

They were talking in whispers trying not to get caught by Prof. Flitwick during Charms, when someone knocked on the door.

"Come in." Flitwick answered in his tiny voice.

Through the door stepped McGonagall, with a very serious expression on her face.

"Oh, Professor McGonagall, is something the matter?"

"Oh no. Nothing to worry to much about." You could see it in her seriousness she was lying. "I was just wondering if I could borrow Ms. Halliwell, it's rather urgent."

"Well of course!"

The three looked at her questioning, only to see she was as confused as them. She grabbed her book bag and followed her out the classroom.

"Professor, may I ask what's going on?" she asked, trying to sound as polite as possible.

"You will find out soon enough Ms.Halliwell." She stopped in-front of a statue and said the password. "Honeydukes", and then a staircase appeared.

"Go on, Dumbledore is waiting for you." And then she disappeared down the hall.

Paige walked up the stairs into a big office with paintings all over the walls. There was a big desk and next to it stood a beautiful, red bird.

"Ah, Ms.Halliwell, I see you've met Fauxs."

"Headmaster."

"No need to be so formal. Please take a seat."

She did what he said and sat down in-front of the desk.

"Now, it has come to my attention that you had a rather unpleasant encounter with Mr.Zabini this morning."

She looked at him, shocked.

"And no, it was not Mr.Malfoy who informed me about this." He said with a knowing smile and a twinkle in his eyes.

She sighed in relief. But how did he find out.

"You probably wonder how I found out?"

Paige nodded.

"Well, you see, some of the portraits over-heard your conversation and thought I should know about it. Ms.Halliwell, I hope you understand that it is very important, no matter how hard it is for you, not to let anyone find out about what you are. Not even those who are close to you."

"But why? Why can't I tell anyone, especially if this Zabini guy knows."

"Mr.Zabinis source of information is why. I suppose Ron, Harry and Hermione have filled you in about Lord Voldemort?"

"Yes, but I don't..."

"We have reason to believe that Lord Voldemort is working with the Source. He helps him find you, and the Source will help him win the War."

Paige sunk down in her chair. This wasn't possible. It couldn't be true.

"I advice you, Ms.Halliwell, not to give Mr.Zabini any reason to believe he's right. I've alerted your sisters already. They wish to speak to you as soon as possible. Be very careful what you put in writing Ms.Halliwell, this school has a history of owls being intercepted in times like these. You may go now."

"Thank you." She said in a low voice before walking out the door.

She had to speak to her sisters, but how? She stopped in her tracks.

"LEO!"

They were all sitting in her little dorm, talking about what Dumbeldore had told her.

"Okay, so this Voldermorte" Piper started

"Voldemort."

"Yeah, whatever. He's gonna help the Source find you, because he thinks the Source is gonna help him win this little war of his?"

"Obviously" Paige answered in a low voice.

"Yeah, well we're gonna kick his ass, Charmed style!" Phoebe said enthusathicly.

"No, we can't do that."

"Why?" They asked in unison.

"'Cos of the prophecy. Harry's supposed to fight Voldemort, not us."

"Great, just great. More prophecys."

"Well, I talked to the Elders, they're going to try to do something about what this Zabini fellow knows, but Voldemort's still a problem." He sat down next to Piper.

"Well, I don't know what to do. I mean, we're in the same school. It's gonna slip sooner or later."

"Well, let's hope it doesn't" Piper said reassuringly. "Everything will work out"

There was a knock on the door.

"Who is it?!"

"Paige, it's me."

The three other's looked at her questioningly.

"Draco, I really don't have time right now!"

"Plaese, I need to talk to you about what happened!"

"Draco?" Phoebe looked at her with a smile on her face.

"Don't even think about it!" Paige hissed at them "He's my friend."

"Leo and Piper were friends too, you know." She retorted teasingly.

"Oh, shut up!"

"I didn't say anything!"

Paige blushed.

"Sorry, I-I- was talking to someone else. Just wait one second okay?!" she looked back at the three.

"Well, how am I supposed to explain you guys?" she whispered.

"You'll make something up. You always do when you get in past your curfew." Piper said. More blushing.

She walked over to the portrait hole and opened.

"Hi." She said breathlessly.

"Hey." He took a few stepps into the room, then stopped, looking at Piper, Leo and Phoebe. "Who are they?" he asked her in a whisper.

"These are my sisters, Piper and Phoebe, and my Brother-In-Law, Leo. You guys this is Draco." There was an akward silenece.

"Shoulden't we go talk to Dumbeldore about that thing?" Leo asked.

"Yeah, we should do that." Piper answerd.

"What thing, I don't mind staying here." Phoebe was doing this on purpose.

"You know what, now let's GO!" Piper was getting really annoyed.

"Alright, alright, you see what these hormones are doing, you're lucky you don't live with her anymore." Phoebe said teasingly.

"We'll talk again later, okay Paige?" Leo said trying to cool Piper down.

"Yeah, sure." They left the room and she looked over at Draco.

"Sorry about them, their a bit jet-laged."

He didn't even bother asking her what that meant. 'Muggle saying, probably.'

"Don't worry about it, listen about what happened. I hope I didn't upset you a lot. I just-"

"Don't worry about it, really, it's not your fault."

"I wish you'd tell me what's wrong."

"I wish I could." She answered in a whisper, looking down at the floor.

He tilted her chin up and looked her straight in the eyes and then......

AN: dun dun dun.....

What happens? It's not as predictable as one might think.

Well, that's the fourth chapter.

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Natasha