"The bitch!" I exclaimed, fuming, as I read through the article once again. It was filled with lies about me, and then even more about how I was 'a wild child' and I 'went against the grain' by being in Slytherin. And then my 'fraternisation' with my brother's 'nemesis'. It was rubbish. But what she had written about Seiji was worse, much worse.

'Seiji Furu-yama, who has now been in England for almost two years, was forced to move here after committing a murder most foul. Exiled from his native Australia, he lives now with family friends and at Hogwarts School. But is he safe? More on page 3.'

I quickly flicked to page three, only to find more shit about Seiji, and myself and how we were apparently an active couple, who liked to flaunt it. I could kill her. I really might fucking kill her.

Seiji and Draco must have noticed my anger, for they held a quick whispered conversation amongst themselves, and then whilst one of them whisked the paper from under my nose, the other told me to run along, as I had lessons to attend to. I looked at them both acidicly, and flounced out of the room, to collect my books.

As February passed, so did the second task, which involved everyone looking into a murky lake for an hour. Highly unamusing. When it finished, I slumped into a chair in the common room, and let my head rest back, closing my eyes as I did so.

"What's this, asleep again?" Seiji came up behind me.

"I'm not asleep, I'm just resting my eyes."

"Well, go rest your eyes in your room, there isn't enough seats, and your using one up for no reason. Go on, shift it."

I opened one eye, and its blue flecks glinted up at him, "Make me."

"Right then, you asked for it." He scooped me up into his arms, and when I jumped up, squealing he chased me for a while, much to the distaste of the sixth and seventh years, who began to swear at us. Seiji paused for breath, and glared back at them, "Oh, just fuck off yourselves."

I giggled uncontrollably, which branded me incapacitated, and so he came towards me, before enveloping me in his strong arms, and heaving me around for a little bit. After a while his grip got too much, and as his hands were on my chest, I playfully leant forward, and bit him. Very gently. For some reason, he yelped in pain, and let go of me, before swearing very loudly.

"Fucking bitch. Now you're definitely in for it." He once again took up the chase, but before he could, I put a shield charm around me, which he bounded off, and so gave me the time to run into my room, slamming and locking the door.

Little did I know that after he had bounded off me, he had got sick of the chase and wandered off. Maybe I had gone a little too far. After sitting in my room for a while, I decided to draw a bit more, and so I pulled out my sketch pad, which I had kept hidden under my mattress, and hunting, and then finding, the stub of a pencil, I began to draw.

Not knowing what I was drawing, the lines on the page soon began to take shape, and before I knew it, set out on the page before me was Draco, his intense eyes staring at me. I frowned at it, thinking that something was wrong with it, although I could see nothing.

"That's nice," someone said.

I looked up, and saw Draco standing there, his eyes identical to how I had drawn them. Screaming, I jumped up in the chair, which fell over backwards, as did I with it, hitting my head in the process, with the chair landing on top of me. It hurt.

"Shit, Kara. You ok?"

"Um, no!" I detangled myself, and somehow managed to stand up once again, "that fucking hurt."

Next thing I knew, Seiji was in the room, "what the fuck was that noise?"

"Me, falling off the chair."

I looked at the mess of chair on the floor, and also noticed that might sketchbook had broken, and its pages were scattered everywhere, with all my drawing of fire and clouds, Seiji, and Draco, scattered everywhere around the room. I gasped, and fell to my knees picking them all up. The boys took one look at me, and then at my drawing all over the floor. Taking a moment to figure it all out, they then bent down and helped me to gather them up, occasionally pausing if they saw one of themselves.

Seiji was soon next to me, "You never told me that you drew."

"I didn't?" I thought I had.

"No. It would have been nice to know."

"I'm sorry. I should've thought."

He rubbed his chin momentarily. "I really know nothing about you, do I?"

"No."

"Does he?" he indicated Draco.

"No."

"Good."

"What?"

"Good. I'm glad that he doesn't know you better than me."

Together, the three of us managed to pick up all the sheets, and return them to the book, which Draco then fixed for me. Happy once more, the two guys took one of my hand's each, one on either side, and lead me out into the common room. Yet again, I found myself in the position in which they sat next to each other on the sofa, whilst I sat on the floor at their feet. Resting my head on Seiji's knee, I absent-mindedly found myself stroking his foot.

"Kara, you might be trying to be cute, or whatever, but stroking my foot is REALLY starting to piss me off now."

I stopped, and gazed up at him. "I'm sorry." My long eyelashes seemed to cloud my view suddenly, and I felt very tired. I yawned, delicately, and went back to resting my head on his knee. Persephone came and crawled onto my lap, and so I stroked her, whilst starting to fall asleep.

Eventually, I think Draco realised I was nearly asleep, and so he half-carried, half-dragged me to my bedroom, and laid me on the bed. He went to leave, and was halfway out the door, when he hesitated, and entered, shutting it behind him. Coming over to the bed, where I was lying, falling asleep, he leant over me, and kissed me, at first gently, and then more harder, and then lightly once again. When he stopped, I had my eyes closed, as I had the whole time.

"I love you," the words escaped his lips before he knew it.

I was very befuddled, and a slight smile came to my face, "I love you too, Ben."

Oops. My bad.