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Lies from Me to You
Chapter Five
Written: June 20, 2005 - July 7, 2005
Posted: July 5, 2006

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Saige went over to Blaise. He looked like he was fine. She kissed his other cheek, and went after Torri. "Torri!" She was right in back of her. She grabbed her arm. Torri whipped around and glared at Saige.

"What the hell was that for?" Saige asked angrily. "Why did you smack him? He didn't do anything."

"Oh, can you hear everything?" Torri said sarcastically and pulled her arm out of Saige's grasp.

Saige glared at her. "Why did you smack him?" Torri shook her head and started to turn away.

Saige lashed out, and grabbed her arm again. "Would you just tell me? I think I have the right to know."

"It has nothing to do with you!"

"Yes it does!" Saige said. "He's my boyfriend! Why the hell did you fucking smack him? He didn't do anything to you!"

"And yet again, you know everything don't you."

"How the hell do I know everything?"

"Sarcastic remark."

Saige rolled her eyes. "If you don't tell me, then --"

"Then what?" Torri said looking right into her sisters eyes.

"Then I'll tell everyone that you cut yourself." Her voice was quiet.

Torri got silent. "W-What?" She said dryly.

"You heard what I said."

"How, how... do you think these things up?"

"What do you mean, how do I think these things up?" Saige looked right into her eyes. There was fear. "I saw you cut in the bathroom."

"What were you doing with a razor anyway," Torri said, taking the arm that wasn't in Saige's grasp and pulled up Saige's sleeve. There was nothing there.

"Done, Sherlock?"

"Just checking."

"That razor wasn't mine. It must have been one of yours." She hissed the last word.

"In your bag? Reasonable excuse," She said and Draco and Hermione came out of the Great Hall.

Saige let go of Torri's arm. "You never know. Now, I would appreciate an answer."

"I'm afraid that has to wait. What do you want?" She said impatiently to Draco.

"Nothing. But I was wondering why you slapped Blaise." Draco said. Saige smirked and looked Torri.

"You know, UGH! I hate you Draco, you do know that right?" Torri said giving him a look.

"Come on, Torri. Tell us."

"You know I want to, but it's not as easy as it looks. But I could give you clues." Torri said shrugging.

"Alright, you know what? The whole school will know in ten seconds if you don't tell us right now! Or at least me." Saige told her.

Torri pulled her into a corner. "He's- he's blackmailing... me, well, soon if you don't stop going out with him, you. Somehow, I don't know how, he's know everything."

Saige looked at her. "I'm getting sick of this! Why can't you just leave him alone?"

"Don't believe, fine. I warned you if you get hurt don't come running to me," Torri said walking back into the Great Hall to grab her bag.

Saige looked at Hermione and Draco. They shrugged. Blaise came out. Saige smiled, and walked over to him. He held her hand, and they went to Care of Magical Creatures together. There is no way he could be as bad as everyone says.

Torri came back with her bag and walked alongside Draco. "Deal with it," She told him. Draco rolled his eyes and they went to Care of Magical Creatures.

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Saige sat down in her seat, and caught Torri's eye. She turned away, not even a smile or a wave in her direction. Harry and Ron sat down in front of her. They exchanged a greeting.

"Well, classes... homework... anything else new?" Ron said sighing as he grabbed a biscuit and reached for the butter.

"No," Saige lied, giving it to him. Harry looked at, but she didn't meet his eyes.

"You're late," Harry said to Hermione as she slid into the empty seat next to Saige.

"Sorry," Hermione said nastily, rolling her eyes. "McGonagall stopped me in the corridor."

"Hermione, do something bad!" Ron said not sure if he was saying it sarcastically or not.

"Shut up, Ron. I'll have you know that I have done nothing wrong. She just needed to talk to me about my detention." She added, "Okay, I guess it was kind of bad, but your taunting isn't making it any better." Ron muttered something.

"What was that?" Hermione asked.

"Nothing." Hermione kicked him under the table.

"Ow! What the bloody hell was that for?"

"For being an idiot."

"Shut up you two," Harry said, still staring at Saige.

Saige finally looked at him. And was immediately sorry she had. There was...anger in his eyes. But for what? Could he tell she had been lying? "What?" Saige asked.

"Nothing," He said, mocking her in his own not-funny-type of way. Saige looked at him funny, but then her attention was drawn back to Ron and Hermione, still arguing.

"Why are you always such a bloody idiot? Really, come on get over it already!" Hermione said, receiving strange looks from Harry and Saige.

The whole table was now looking at them, interested. Ron turned bright red. "I am not always a bloody idiot! And If I am, then you're an -- insane perfectionist!"

"Oh yea?" Hermione yelled. Ron nodded. "Well then --" Hermione picked up some mashed potatoes. "You wouldn't dare..." Ron started. "Too late," Hermione said. And she threw them at him. The Hall went silent. Ron gapped. Silently, he picked up the butter Saige had previously passed to him; he smashed it in his hands, and reached across the table placing it in her hair.

Hermione shrieked. "You prat!" She grabbed a drumstick. Ron ducked, and it accidentally hit Torri on the forehead. Draco burst out laughing. Saige and Hermione smacked a hand to their foreheads, knowing this would not be pretty for Draco.

Torri picked up the rice, but then put it down and instead grabbed the peanut butter. Torri took two spoons and flung a spoonful at her brother, which landed in his perfectly combed hair, and the other she flung at Ron, siding with Hermione in this battle. This time, Torri was the one laughing.

And then, as if on cue, the entire Hall flew into a riot. Food was thrown every which way, screams, and laughter arose.

Dumbledore chuckled as peas flew at McGonagall; she elbowed the headmaster as if trying to tell him something. Dumbledore stood up, and cleared his throat. "SIT DOWN!" The students sat down quickly at their respectful table, and looked at the headmaster immediately.

Saige wiped ketchup and brownie out of her eyes, gasping when she felt slimy goo in her hair. She looked at Harry, who was smiling devilishly at her. Saige mouthed: "I'll get you, Potter."

'Right' He "said" with the nod and smirk on his face.

Saige simply smiled.

"Every house will be deducted points for this, outrageous, CHILDISH, UNDIGNIEFIED actions," McGonagall said standing up. "Students to your dormitories... except for you five," McGonagall looked directly at Ron, Harry, Hermione, Saige, and Torri.

"Oh sweet Merlin!" Saige muttered to Harry. "I guess I can start making my detention record now."

Everyone else got up, and Torri joined the rest of them at the Gryffindor table. "And to believe Hermione started this!" Torri said with a joyful smile on her face.

Hermione gave her the finger. "No, it was actually Saige." Saige waved her, and smiled.

"So, how exactly did this start. I know the part about the peanut butter and me, but how?" Torri said, curiously.

"Ron was being an ass," Harry explained.

"That's new...how?" She said with roll of her eyes.

"It doesn't matter how," Saige said dryly. "Ron was being an insensitive prat."

"Causing me to get hit with chicken. That's reasonable. Well, here comes Mickey G."

Saige rolled her eyes. "Only you would come up with a name that stupid."

"Sue me," Torri said giving Saige a glare.

"Maybe I will."

"You…and what army?"

"Girls!" McGonagall said. Torri looked away rolling her eyes, and crossing her arms across her chest. McGonagall ignored her. "What, may I asked, possessed you do to this! You're Gryffindors and are my responsibility, you know better," She said. Torri cleared her throat. "What!"

"Uh, I'm not in Gryffindor. Isn't Professor Snape the head of my house? This isn't exactly fair to me." Torri said without thinking.

"It doesn't matter," Saige told her. "You helped start it too."

"That's not what I meant, and you know it. You're just trying to make this argument go farther." Torri replied, looking at Saige.

"I am not trying to make this argument go further. In fact, I think I'll excuse myself right now." She got up. McGonagall eyed her. "Miss. Malfoy --" Saige held up her hand. "I'm already gone." And to everyone's amazement, she left.

"If she can leave, I'm leaving. Don't try to stop me, give me detentions, it's not like I fucking give damn anyway." Torri said, getting up and leaving. McGonagall looked like she was going to have a heart-attack.

"Are you okay?" Hermione said, worried.

McGonagall sat down, a hand to her heart. "Go...leave...all of you..."

"Sure?" Ron said, getting up slowly.

"Come on...we better go before she changes her mind..." Harry ushered them out of the Hall.

"That, to say the least, was odd," Hermione whispered it had just occurred to them that the Great Hall was empty, along with most of the corridors. Harry and Ron nodded their approval, not talking again until they reached the tower.

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The alarm clock rang loudly in the dead silent 6th year Slytherin girls' dorm...

Torri picked up the clock and flung it across the room. She sat up, and pulled her hair out of her ponytail that she had put in before she went to bed. She groaned, remembering the fight between her and her sister the night before. 'I am so stupid, I should've know n she was standing there in the bathroom!' She breathed deep, and pulled her shirt sleeve up, taking in all of her scars. Torri pulled down her sleeve, and reached over to grab the nearest sharp object, but then decided against it. She got out of bed and ran into the bathroom before any of the other girls wanted to even think about getting up to use the toilets.

Torri grabbed her apple scented shampoo, shed off her clothing, and stepped into the shower, getting lost as the warm water ran down her body.

Turning the water off, and getting out, a cold draft hit her, and she shivered. She pulled a dark green fluffy towel around her tight. "Typical," She said laughing to herself at how conceited the rest of her house was. She pulled open the door and step into the equally cold dorm and went over to her trunk to get out her 'uniform.'

But this morning she decided to take the 'Saige' approach, and wanted to dress a little differently.

Torri shifted around her trunk looking for her black independent shirt. She found it and threw it on her bed, still looking for the other articles of clothing. Instead of wearing the Hogwarts skirt, she got out a different one. Not too long to be called casual, but not to short to be called a slut.

She found a black skirt, looked at it, and threw it back in, not caring that it would eventually end up wrinkled.

"That's what magic is for," She muttered, smirking.

Deciding against a skirt, she dug back into her trunk and found exactly what she wanted, a pair of faded black jeans. Torri got into her clothes after gathering all of the other articles of clothing she needed to be dressed (socks, robe, underclothing, etc.) She went back into the bathroom and brushed her teeth while slipping into her navy blue converses.

After grabbing her bag, she left quickly, running down the stairs of the girls' dorm. She spotted Draco, but thankfully, she slipped past him unnoticed, and she made her way to the Great Hall for something to eat. This should be interesting, Torri thought, walking through the doors.

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Saige was half awake. And she was the first one up. She slipped into the bathroom, and took a hot shower with her muggle-brand shampoo, and shivered as cold air touched her body, and grabbed a white towel. "Hm, not bad. Better than the Gryffindor color for a towel. That would be awkward." She went over to her trunk and decided to stretch the dress code rules. She grabbed a pair of Dickies flare black pants, a white and black Volcon tank, and a gray zip-up hoodie.

Hermione slowly awoken to the sound of something moving around the dorm. "What the hell are you doing awake?" She said, finally realizing that the 'something; was a girl, Saige.

"Uhm, getting ready. Which you better do if you want to eat this morning," Saige said, pointing to the bathroom door.

She dried her hair, and ran a brush through it, and applied her usual eyeliner. While she waited for Hermione to get done, she added some pins to her Hogwarts bag.

Hermione walked out of the bathroom fully dressed and ready. She went over and pulled her bag out from under her four-poster bed. "Are you ready?" She said to Saige rather loudly, receiving groans from the rest of the girls.

"Yepp," Saige said, just as loudly. The girls put pillows over their heads. Hermione looked at Saige and rolled her eyes. "Why are you wearing that? You are going to get in so much trouble."

"You wish. I'll be fine."

Hermione walked over to the door and opened it as it gave a loud creak. "Fine! We're getting up," One of the girls said as Hermione and Saige walked out of the dorm and down the stairs towards the common room.

The girls smiled. They met Harry and Ron. Harry took one look at her and shook his head. "Saige..."

"Don't even bother."

"Not my problem. All I was going to say is that you got a letter and it came to our dorm." Harry said, turning away to head out of the common room.

"Can I have it?" Saige asked, falling in step with him.

"Ron has it."

Saige looked at Ron and held out her hand. He blushed, and gave it to her. She looked at the envelope. "Did you guys open it?"

"No," Harry lied. He walked into the Great Hall. Saige looked at Hermione. "What's wrong with him?"

Hermione shrugged. "I'm not even going to guess." Hermione said sliding into one of the many open seats... which happened to be a table across from Torri.

Saige ignored Torri and sat down, her back facing her. Hermione looked worried. "You guys still fighting?"

"Maybe. I don't even wanna talk about her right now."

"Well, she's coming over..."

"Ohh, great." Saige rolled her eyes.

"Saige." Torri said only loudly enough for her to hear.

"What?"

"Can we, you know, talk?"

"Sit," Saige told her.

Torri silently slid into the open seat next to Saige with a blank look on her face. "Listen, I'm sorry. And you know that I don't say that very often and mean it." Torri breathed in. "It's just, you're my sister and I worry. But, from now on, I'm not going to try to run you're life. But I just look out for you. I just worry, so much... I mean, what if some one finds out. What if... I just care Saige, and I'm sorry if I care too much."

Saige looked at Torri. "I'm sorry too, you know? For -- being bitchy and all that. But you were really pissing me off because you guys weren't telling me stuff that you should be telling me. I mean, I can understand if you guys don't like Blaise. And I'll promise that he won't come between us. But that doesn't mean I'm going to stop going out with him. He means a lot to me. I will be careful, though. I promise. But take some time and get to know him, because he's not as bad as you say he is."

"You know how I am. I don't trust people very easily, because... of well you know." Torri said.

"Yea, I know. And I'm not asking you to trust him. I'm asking you not to shoot daggers at him. I'm asking you to at least be nice."

"You're asking a lot," She said without thinking. "Well, I meant, look at me, look at him, we're both Slytherins..."

Saige rolled her eyes. "Be nice. Because I'll find out if you're not."

"I know, I know. Friends?"

"Yea." Saige turned around in her seat and looked at Hermione. "But something else has been bothering me."

"Hmm?" Hermione mumbled after taking a sip of her juice.

"It's Harry. He seems -- different. He's always stiff when I talk to him, or when our eyes meet or when I enter the room. Have you guys noticed?"

"Well, sometimes Harry has these mood swings. But then again, it doesn't seem like a mood swing. I take it someone has a little crush," Hermione smiled slightly, but laughing lightly.

Saige sat up straighter, and smiled. "Crush? On who?"

"Maybe a little someone," Torri said giving Saige a nudge with her elbow.

Saige rolled her eyes. "Come on guys. It can't possibly be me, can it? I mean, it seems more like he hates me, then... -- you know."

"Hate you!" Torri and Hermione said at the same time.

"It seems anything but," Torri added at the end looking mischievously at Hermione. 'I have another brilliant idea.' She mouthed to her.

Saige looked at the gleam in her sister's eyes, and the knowing look in Hermione's. "What are you guys up to?"

"I may have lost one sister to the Gryffindor's, but I'm not losing the other," Draco said coming up behind them pulling on Torri's arm to get her to go over back to her original table.

She reluctantly got up, "Draco get your fucking hand off my arm," She yelled at him, and he let go but still walked with her.

Saige raised an eyebrow and shrugged. "Now...what were you guys planning?"

"Us? Planning? Whatever do you mean?" Hermione replied.

Saige rolled her eyes. "Come on, Granger. You know exactly what I mean."

"I'm afraid I don't, Malfoy. We haven't got a thing planned."

Hermione got up and started out of the Great Hall. "Wait a second!" Saige called. She linked arms with Hermione, and together the two made it out of the Great Hall, arguing over a scheme being planned or not.

Torri rolled her eyes after listening in on the rest of the conversation from where she was sitting. She looked over at Draco who was about to say something, "Shut it." Torri grabbed her bag and walked out and met up with them, not wanting to have to listen to Draco this morning.

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