Chapter Four—

It's something more than chemistry

I'm trippin' everytime you're next to me

I can't get enough

Your love is a drug

-Puffy AmiYumi

Parvati Patil sat outside by the lake, her hair was tangled, and she was wearing comfortable sweatpants, and an oversized wrinkled sweatshirt. Normally, she would be brushing her hair, and normally she would have at least bothered to put on some make-up, or hair-clips, but not today. Today Parvati was feeling miserable and she was planning on staying out here by the lake, all day. She didn't want to go inside and face Lavander, her serious expression, asking over and over, 'Par, are you alright?'

She didn't want to face...Harry Potter, who she still deeply loved, even though she finally found out the truth, the truth that he didn't have feelings for her back.

He had broke it to her gently, it was an evening in the common room, the roaring flames cackling in the fire, and my Herbology homework sprawled out on the couch on side of where she was sitting.

"Hey, Parvati." She heard a voice say quietly, as she looked up to see that Harry Potter made room for him to sit on the couch, pushing over her homework.

Parvati's heart raced faster and faster, as she kindly smiled, "Hi, Harry. What are you up to?" She asked casually.

"Parvati, truthfully, I really wanted to talk to you about something..." Harry had said, his eyes darting back and forth between the fire and Parvati.

"This doesn't feel like a good sign. Harry, you don't have to tell me. I know you don't like me back, I know you...hate me and never want to be with me. I just..." Parvati said, tears forming in her eyes.

"Parvati!" Harry demanded, "I don't hate you. Certainly not hate you, but, I don't think.. I feel the same way...about you that you, well, feel about me. And I'm really sorry. You're pretty and nice, but it's just---"

"Just forget it, Harry." Parvati said, "I'm fine, really. I just have to finish my homework and stuff now. Have a good night."

The minute Harry unsurely left, Parvati began to cry, wet tears rolling down her cheeks. She slammed her book closed, wandering away outside, by the lake.

And that how she ended up here. Fine? She had told Harry she was fine? She was far from being fine, as she sighed to herself, feeling extremely depressed. She didn't want to go in the castle, also, because no one was used to a depressed and sad looking Parvati. Parvati was generally upbeat, girly, giggly and cheerful. But, today, it was a different case.

She was distracted from her thoughts, as she heard someone walking behind her.

"Hello?" She questioned, wiping her eyes, hoping they weren't too red and puffy from her hours of sobbing.

"Whoa! Patil, you alright?" Draco questioned, taking a step back, "I'm so used to seeing you all dressed up and looking pretty."

"Oh, thanks a lot, Draco." Parvati said sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

"Hah, sorry to be offensive." Draco said, "But seriously, what are you doing here, all crying and stuff?"

Parvati sighed, "Long story. Actually, it's not very long. It's to the point, and it's depressing. And I don't want to talk about it."

"What happened?" Draco questioned.

"Why do you care?"

"I don't." Draco replied.

"Oh." Parvati said, "Well, for that matter, I love Harry."

Draco burst out laughing, "You love Harry? Just like every other fan girl he has!"

"It's not funny, Malfoy!" Parvati, demanded, standing up. "If you're going to treat me this way, I don't deserve it. I'll leave, Draco."

"Don't leave. I'm not treating you mean. I mean, I am, but..." Draco muttered.

"Whatever." Parvati said rolling her eyes, hugging her knees to her chest, gazing at the sky in the distance.

"Maybe you're too good for Potter, anyway. You deserve better." Draco said, pushing back his blonde hair.

"If anything, I don't deserve Harry Potter, because I'm not good enough for him." Parvati said in a depressed voice, "And I think... I better go talk to Lavander, now. I need to talk to a girl. No offense."

"Whatever." Draco said shrugging, as Parvati walked off, still looking upset.

Hermione was sitting in the library working on homework, books across the table, parchment everywhere as she sat there writing rapidly with her feathered quill. She didn't notice that someone had sat across from her.

"Ron?" Hermione questioned, as he sat down, plopping his pile of books onto the table, "What in the world are you doing here? And doing homework?"

"Maybe I care about my homework." Ron said shrugging nonchalantly.

Hermione began laughing, when she finally stopped, she looked up at Ron, who was giving her an annoyed glance.

"Sorry, Ron. I don't mean to be cruel or anything, but you're not one to focus on your homework." Hermione told him seriously.

"Well, besides, Homework, I wanted to talk to you about something important. And it's about you and a certain guy—"

"RON!" Hermione argued crossing her arms, "You act like you're my older brother! And how many times must I tell you that Blaise and I are just friends---"

"I'm not talking about Blaise. And I'm not your older brother; I'm one of your best friends. I'm talking about Keigwin. Don't deny it. I know everyone else has seen those looks he has given you. I've talked to Harry, he's seen them too, and so have Dean and Seamus."

"Ron, you're being simply RIDICLOUS." Hermione told him putting her hands to her hips, "And, I have homework to do, and you are bothering me with the most idiotic things—"

"IDIOTIC?" Ron said, looking annoyed, "Stop with your attitude! They're not idiotic things. We've all seen the looks, and the way he asked you to teach the class a lesson. He could have asked anyone, but, he asked you."

"You are just being STUPID. He's a teacher, and you know I'm nothing like that type that would---"

By then, a few of the tables were glancing over at the argument they were having. "Hermione, I was just trying to warn you!" Ron said standing up, scooping up his books, "But, it's not worth it." He mumbled, "Go do your homework; it's all you EVER do anyway."

"Ron! I do more than just homework, I mean---" Hermione shrieked loudly, but he was already gone. She put her head down on her books, closing her eyes. 'Is that all I ever do? Homework?' Hermione questioned, 'Well, no there's… I ….' She thought to herself, but just sighed.

Parvati was sitting at the Gryffindor table for dinner, avoiding to meet Harry's gaze, as she stared down at her full plate of food laying flat on the table. "Parvati!" She heard a voice rashly whisper, "PATIL!"

She turned around to see Draco Malfoy nearby, by not looking at her, "I'm talking to you, Patil." He said, "Get over here. I have something to discuss."

"What do you want Draco?" Parvati demanded, "Oh, I'll be right back Lavander." She said, as Lavander nodded in response, who was too busy talking to Seamus to even notice right now.

Draco pulled her out into the hallway, "Draco Malfoy, what in the world do you want?" Parvati demanded, her eyes were still a little red, and she was still wearing the wrinkled sweatshirt, and her hair in tangles.

"Well, you love Potter right?" Draco asked.

"Yes, I do." Parvati mumbled, "And he doesn't love me, and that's the end of that. He doesn't even LIKE me." She finished, going to walk away. Draco pulled her back by her hand.

"Well, maybe he could be jealous…"

"Jealous? Of what?" Parvati asked.

"We could pretend to date." Draco said with a mere shrug, "Not that I'd EVER date a Gryffindor."

"You have a girlfriend." Parvati said, "And that's totally bizarre. I've never even talked to you before, Malfoy."

"Pansy? It's not going to last with her." Draco said shrugging, "She's not even my 'official girlfriend' anymore. Besides, you're much prettier."

"You're shallow!" Parvati demanded, crossing her arms.

Draco smirked, "Your point is, Patil?"

"Fine. We can pretend to date." Parvati said, "But, the only reason is Harry, it's not like…"

"So you just agreed, then." Draco said, reaching to grab her hand.

Just then, Blaise and a group of Slytherins walked by, giving Draco funny looks. "You're dating her?" Blaise asked, "How come you didn't tell any of us? And she's a Gryffindor, like Hermione."

"It's still bad you're dating that horrid mudblood." Draco said, glancing at Blaise.

"Draco! Horrid Mudblood? Isn't that a bit harsh?" Parvati said staring at him, with disgust.

"Parvati!" A voice called, as Lavander ran down the hallway dressed in her Hogwarts Robes, her hair flying back behind her, "I was looking for you all over, I didn't know where you went!" She glanced at Draco, a weird look appearing on her face. "…You're dating Draco?"

"What?" Parvati said, "Um..well, yes, I was just---"

"We're dating." Draco said with an evil sort of smirk.

Lavander sort of shook her head, "Explain this to me later, Par." She called before running off, confused.

"Draco…Why are you doing something…nice for me?" Parvati asked him curiously, tapping her foot on the ground, as she awaited his answer. But he didn't seem like he had any interest in answering her question.

It's amazing...

How you can make a sober girl so high

-Puffy amiYumi