Chapter Five

A/N: This was going to be another Draco chapter, but I think I'll make it a normal one again. Anyways, the next two chapters are now going to be made fillers. You know, a few little drops of plot but not a whole lot of it. After that, it'll all be plot most likely. Also, I've changed the dates. They'll say year seven and the month now since dates make me feel so blah. It makes me think that the story is moving to slow, or too fast. So now, it'll be like this. Don't care what you think of it, I'm keeping it. He he. Power to me. Anyways, on with the story!

Disclaimer: I honestly don't get why I must put one on every chapter.. But they aren't mine.

October, year seven

Been a while since I've picked this little beauty up. It feels so refreshing being able to write in it again. Perhaps it makes me think I have all the free time in the world? If only good things lasted forever. Oh how I really wish they did..

Ever since that day Draco got that letter he has been acting rather weird around me. It is getting pretty annoying. I mean, he never lets anything bring him down or get to him. His father must've said something pretty serious. I hope not. Although it isn't like Draco to be in one mood more then a few days, a weeks tops. Unless it is revenge on Potter he is seeking. That's lasted for years.

That thought makes me think of a few years ago. When we did a lot more things together. We would always think of different schemes together, do homework (which we both loathed, and still do), sometimes he would even take me out on the quidditch pitch and gave me a few flying lessons. Heh, I should stop thinking about all this before I cry. I don't cry.

Maybe Josh will cheer me up. Yes. I should go see him again. We haven't spent too much time together since a few days ago when we did some homework together. I'm starting to wonder if he is even interested in me. He better not be stringing me along, I'm the one who does the stringing. Not anyone else. Ugh, maybe he won't cheer me up. Nothing seems to these days. Especially thinking about this morning with Daph.

I was sitting down in the common room waiting for Millicent before going to breakfast. I heard someone walking down the stairs and stood up sighing.

"How long can it possibly take to get ready in the morning Millie?" I asked and turned around.

"She left already, when you were showering," Daphne said and stepped on the bottom of the stairs.

"Oh, well I guess I'll head out," I said shrugging and started towards the other side of the common room.

"Aren't you going to wait for Draco?" Daphne asked in her normal 'innocent question' voice. Man that got annoying.

"No… why would I?" I asked and looked back at her.

"Oh you don't know yet? How sad," she said and smiled sympathetically at me, "You parents must like to keep you in the dark. No wonder you're so pale."

That, was the worst comebackish thing I have ever heard. What the hell did she mean by dark anyways? I wish she weren't so stubborn.

"Dark? About what?" I asked and walked towards her again.

"Oh, nothing important. Your parents don't want you to know. I wouldn't want to get on their bad side by telling you," she said and smiled again, heading towards the door. I followed closely behind her and we exited the common room together. I thought for sure she was messing with my head.

"Bad side? You're already there," I said.

"Even so, it isn't important," she said and turned the corner. I stopped and took a few seconds to try and think about what she meant.

"I thought you said you were going to wait for me!" I heard someone exclaim. A few seconds later Millicent appeared at my side. If looks could kill I would be dead in a heart beat.

"Ugh, Daphne.." I muttered and looked at Millicent, then around the corner at Daphne's faint figure making its way to the great hall.

"Whatever, you should know not to listen to her," Mille snapped at me and started towards the great hall.

"What? Just last night you were practically calling her queen of the world!" I exclaimed.

That got no reply, and once she was done talking, she was done talking. But that I'm not worried about. It was what Daphne was talking about that bugged me. Sometimes I just want to hex her.

I'm figuring she is just messing with me. She has done it plenty of times before. But all those other times she just ends up laughing. She has never been to good of a liar before. Why would she change now? Of course, summers can do a lot to one.

My head is starting to hurt thinking about this. Or maybe its Millie's paper balls? I'm supposed to go the library with her. This girl just doesn't know when to quit..

Pansy P. The Queen of Paper Balls (what a humiliating title to give myself..)

A/N: It is all your fault! This chapter lacks the likeability factor because of you. Grr! Listening to R.E.M isn't helping much either. Anyways, this is going to be the last filler I decided, even though it isn't much of a filler. I guess it made the later chapters have a bigger meaning. The only reason I decided to update it was because this weekend was supposed to be writing weekend. Stupid California trip. So out of my generosity I am updating it instead of homework. You should be happy. Yep. Anyways (I say that a lot..) this has to keep you happy for at least a week. Next weekend is going to be a relaxing weekend. No shopping sprees, vacations, hopefully no homework, and probably no friends. Which means story time! And good story time! Yay! Don't forget Spring Break after that. Aren't you guys lucky? I bet none of you are even reading this. Pssh, now I'm typing to myself. Until next chapter, I'm out. Happy reading

Rampart