well nobody's been commenting but i figure, hey, i don't always comment on a new chapter, i'll bet there are still people who want to finish reading this story. so happy holidays, from me to you.

Chapter 12:Worrying and Missing

I stood where I was for a while; thinking about what had befallen me. Maybe all this stuff was happening now because I was having my own little climax. Or maybe it was just bad luck. But I was sure, whichever it was, it couldn't get terribly worse.

Could it?

That got me worrying. I thought about the two of them together, and I wondered if he would cheat on me. No, he wouldn't do that, I decided. He wouldn't hurt me like that.

I spent the entire morning anxious for lunch, just waiting to talk to him so I could know he still was the same as he was when he left me that morning. I barely remember showering, or changing, or even going off to the library, but I soon found myself there. I was just wandering the shelves aimlessly, looking at the titles without really seeing them, when I heard a drawling voice behind me.

"Did you really get so bored you had to come to the library?"

I whipped around, my heart beating. "Draco!" I nearly flew into his arms. He staggered back, trying to keep his balance so we didn't fall over.

"Well…hi." He looked down at me, confused. "You okay?"

"Oh, yeah, fine," I lied. "Sorry, just was happy to see you." I put on a fake smile.

"Right…" he replied, unbelieving. "So what are you doing here?" he asked.

"I'm not sure. Just looking for some entertainment, I guess." I started to relax. He was acting perfectly normal. Nothing was wrong, and I knew it. I had just been having one of my freaking-out/paranoid attacks.

"Oh," was all he said. No dirty comment. No witty reply. I started to get nervous again. His eyes seemed distant all of a sudden. "Well, I should head to class. I just saw you in here and I thought I should say hi." And without a moment to spare, he kissed my cheek and left. I didn't even have time to say bye to him.

Now I was worried. Why didn't he comment? He always does. Not that I particularly enjoy his sick mind, but it's usually quite amusing. I've gotten used to it. His comments make me laugh, instead of grossing me out. So why wasn't he commenting like he always does? And why did he leave so quickly? Why did his eyes get all distant? What was making him act so strange?

And then it struck me. Lately, Draco was making this little habit to always kiss me smack on the lips whenever we parted. He didn't care who was around. If there was no one around, he might even spend time on kissing me before he left. But just then…. He kissed my cheek.

Something was wrong. The air just felt wrong. I felt wrong. I ran out of the library and smack into a boy with black hair. His glasses went flying when I hit him.

"Oh I'm sorry! I'm just way out of it. Sorry!" I picked up his glasses and handed them to him.

I was faced with a tall seventeen-year-old with messy black hair and round glasses. His eyes were a vibrant green and there was a little scar on his forehead. I had gotten so used to seeing him I never thought twice about running face first into the Boy Who Lived. "I'm really sorry Harry. I didn't see you, I—"

"It's okay, really, it is," he interrupted politely, putting his glasses back on. "Hey, I know you," he said, recognizing me. His voice suddenly had an edge to it. "You're Malfoy's girlfriend."

"Indeed I am, though I prefer the name Shayna." I held out my hand. From the look on his face, he was definitely not expecting Malfoy's girlfriend to shake his hand.

"Shayna. I guess you already know me." He took my hand. His robes moved with him, revealing many of the same muscles Draco had. I assumed they were from Quidditch, because Harry's were slightly more defined, and he definitely moved with a certain self-conscious walk that made you think he was more comfortable off the ground than on it.

"I do. Look, I'm really sorry about running into you like that," I said sincerely. "I guess I wasn't looking where I was going. I didn't see you."

He looked at me quizzically. "You're not what I expected a girl of Malfoy's to be like," he said bluntly. "When Hermione said you couldn't be all that bad, I thought she was just being overly soft."

"Yes, well, I'm not exactly like other girls Draco has dated." I couldn't help the thought of Pansy creeping into my head. I bit my lip.

Harry thought for a moment. "Good," he finally said. Then he walked away, disappearing into the library. I had a brief glimpse of him walking between two aisles, and there was an even taller redhead and a petite brunette following close behind. I smiled, despite myself, and left the area.

My feet led me back to the Slytherin common room, where I found nothing to distract me from my doubts and worries about today. I kept feeling that wrong-ness, and it was nagging at me. Finally I unlocked my room and walked in. There on the wall next to my bed I had tacked the pictures I had in my wallet when I came here. Kelli was up there. I grinned, knowing how much she would freak out if she knew where I was, or who I had just run into. I wondered how she was doing, along with everyone else. My mom and Calvin (my step-dad) were tacked up there. I knew mom would be worried sick. Toby, my kitten, was up there. I missed him terribly. I was suddenly very homesick, but I took comfort in the fact that I would be going home soon. Of course, that's assuming that going home is a comfort.

Soon tears were welling in my eyes. I wanted to talk to Kelli so badly. I wanted to hug my mom. I wanted to hold my cats. I missed Skip and Sandy, Kelli's parents. I missed Tom. I missed all my friends from school. I was ready to go home.

But I had something to take care of first. I was in my room long enough that by the time I left it was time for lunch. I walked up to the Great Hall with my worries from this morning crowding to get my attention. But I wouldn't let them. At least not completely. Yes, I was worrying and wondering, but I had resolved that I wanted my last week here to be a good week, not the horrible one it has started as. So I entered the Great Hall with my head held high. What I saw, though, made my jaw, and my confidence, drop.

Draco was sitting at the Slytherin table, eating his lunch with one arm, and his other was wrapped around none other than Pansy Parkinson.

hahahahahaha CLIFFHANGER

HAPPY CHRISTMAS/HANUKKAH/WHATEVER ELSE!