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"I hate him, I really do. I might go get some puking pestles and toss them in with his food until he croaks! I hate him so much!" I banged my head down against the table, not even in all my Gryffindor boldness am I going to look back at the Ravenclaw table.

"It will be fine Lils," Albus attempted to pat me on the back. I looked up, giving him the dirtiest look I have given him since I was eleven and he stole my broom and hid it for two weeks. "It could have been a blank paper for all you know."

"And if it wasn't?" I asked sitting up like a mad girl. "What happens if Lorcan knows now? My life is over. Toss me over the Astronomy Tower."

"Stop being so dramatic," Rose told me rolling her eyes as she took a bite of toast with jam over it.

"You're head girl, who is he dating, or did he date." She gave me a strange look taking another bite of her toast. "The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Now pass the butterbeer here!"

"He hasn't dated anyone all year," my mouth went wide; I knew the voice behind me. Lysander smiled and took a seat. "No, I haven't seen the note, he hasn't opened it yet. I mean, it was from Malfoy, but everyone is talking about it, so I suggest you put your head up and act like Malfoy didn't just bring you to shame."

I took a deep breath, putting my head high, picking up a muffin I picked at the top putting the small bites in my mouth. I smiled at everyone, mostly because they were staring, but could feel my heart exploding inside my chest; I had class with him in three minutes and three hours of time with Malfoy after and Quidditich practice… and double Potions for the day.

Great.

I sat my muffin down, and tilted my head to the side. He hadn't opened the note yet. I could get it back before he saw it. Or I could just beat Malfoy at his own game. I felt a small smirk rise on my face as I headed to the door filing out with the rest of the students, trying to keep my head down, but it is hard when you had the whole school staring at you for the past two days. I inched my way into my charms class sitting in my normal seat. Hugo and Lysander sat down a minute after me both smiling at me. I looked at them confused before I saw what they were smiling about. Lorcan came in his head up as always, walked back to me, giving his brother a high five as he walked by. He had a confused look on his face as he sat down. I waved over to him and he waved back opening up his book to our next lesson.

"Hi," I mustered following his direction and opened my book. "So, I saw you got a note at breakfast, have a secret admirer or something?" I teased; I hope it sounded that way at least. He picked up his quill pulling out his ink since it was his day to share it with me.

"I did, haven't opened it yet," he shrugged dipping his quill, tapping it three times and put it to his parchment.

"Oh," I nodded slumping in my seat. Should I just drop the subject, I mean, it could cause a mess right before class, and I have no clue how I will deal with the rejection I'm doomed to get. Everything with Malfoy involved is doomed.

Before I could say anything, our professor came in and quickly started our lesson. I didn't listen; I couldn't think of anything but what Lorcan's face would look like when he opened the note, would he laugh? Would he ignore it? Talk to me? He tapped me gently on the shoulder, pulling me out of my thoughts. "Here, I think you are going to need these," I gave him a jumbled look as I looked around, the class was filing out, I had sulked the whole hour and now I was going to behind in class.

Great.

My day went on, or should I say dragged like a slug. I finally made it through all of my classes and was now headed to the third floor to help clean up with Flitch. I stood with a mop and a bucket, waiting for Malfoy to grace me with his presence for five minutes before he showed. "Hurry up would you? I have practice tonight and I am not running laps because of you." I added a little punch on the last word, tossing the mop at him. I was surprised that he caught it, but mostly because he knew how to use it.

I was not wasn't going to let him get the best of me, so I pretended that I had no desire or care about his stunt he pulled in the morning, or that he was in the same room as me. I pushed my rag into the water, the bubbles almost faded and wiped down another desk as Malfoy went around the room with a mop. Personally, I think this punishment is the worst of all. I hate silence, it drives me crazy, but given my company, I wasn't going to say a word.

"What time does your practice end?" Malfoy asked from behind me. I scowled at him and turned away, moving my bucket and rag to the next desk. "Potter, as much as I love our time together, we still have an hour left after your Gryffindors learn how to fly."

I could not help myself; I tossed the rug in the bucket, splashing water onto the ground. I turned and marched toward him. "Last time I checked Malfoy, we have beaten Slytherin five years in a row and I will have so much pleasure at the next game watching a Bludger knock you fifty feet off your broom, that is, if you can keep up." I hadn't realized how close I was to him until my rage had gone; I was practically standing on his toes. He wasn't that much taller than me either, only about six inches. I took a step back, and it still wasn't enough to get away from him. He didn't say anything, just stood there staring at me.

Flitch came in the room, I guess hearing my loud threat from the next room. He picked up my bucket and forced it into my hands. He ushered us out of the room and into the next classroom. Only thirty minutes to go…

Quidditch practice was my best one yet, and I've been on the team for five years. I guess it helps when you pretend that the goals are Malfoy's face. That helps. I didn't miss a goal. Fred didn't even complain, and that was nice when I headed into the locker rooms my luck changed. Malfoy was sitting next to my locker with one of his books planted wide open on his lap, leaning against my locker. I rushed in and pushed him off the bench onto the floor. The rest of the team was standing behind me; that was the good thing about loyalty the Slytherins will never know. "Get out," I demanded as Albus put his hand on my shoulder backing me away from him.

"I just figured we would get our time started before your bedtime Potter." I felt Albus tighten behind me, his hand putting more pressure on my shoulder.

"Just get out before there is a scene," Fred said from behind me and I don't think Malfoy thought twice as he picked up his book and walked out. I put my head on my locker, banging it a few times before Leigh Wood put her hand on my shoulder. She was a sixth year who played our fantastic keeper. I moved my head from the locker to her shoulder. She put her arms around me hugging me tightly. I guess you could say she is the mum of our team, maybe even our house; she patted my back a few more times before asking if I was going to be alright.

I nodded my head hearing my hair dangle on her robes. I pulled away and opened my locker, pulling out my things and changing at my own pace. I'm sure the whole team was waiting on me to finish so they could walk behind me and Malfoy. I pulled on my last shoe, "Really, I'll be fine, you guys go." I laced up my shoe hearing the doors slowly shut behind me. I pulled out my brush and ran it through my hair three times before hearing a knock and seeing a blonde head peak in the room. "I could have been naked."

"Figured I'd take the risk," Malfoy said annoyed. I tossed my brush back into my locker slamming the door shut, grabbed my bag and put slung it around my shoulder walking out of the opened door Malfoy held. We walked in silence up to the castle, I mean; I will have to write that paper sometime right? But not today, I was too drained to play games with Malfoy.

We strayed into the Great Hall so we could get something quick to eat before we returned to our isolation. I took a plate of pasta from my table before returning to the doors of the Great Hall watching Lorcan talking with Tara Roger, another Ravenclaw in our year. She was pretty, with her long black hair hitting a little higher on her back than mine did. She had pale skin, not like mine pale, but a pretty pale. She let out a small laugh before I saw the unthinkable. Lorcan leaned over her, pulling her into a kiss.

I felt my heart being shed by a dragon inside my chest, feeling it breathe fire onto the ashes. I walked back into the hall, putting my food back down on the closest table, I think it hit the table, people started staring at me again and Malfoy was getting closer to me. I turned around again and closed my eyes, hoping to see something else, anything else, but there they were, kissing right there. I felt Malfoy's body mass behind me. I bite my lip quickly walking to the stairs, running up them as fast as I could.

I could hear Lorcan yelling something from under my feet. "What did you do now Malfoy!"

I took the steps two at a time, hearing Malfoy's laughter fill the echoes of the castle. "I didn't do anything, mate."

I kept running, running up the stairs, I wanted to as far away from everything. I wanted to scream, I reached the top of the stairs, taking the closest door I could find and running more. I finally stopped at the top of the towers. The small landing I found had a small window I put my hands to it, feeling the cold glass, the small snowflakes falling from the sky. I looked out to the frozen lake, my breath appearing on the window. I fixed my eyes again, seeing my own reflection and Malfoy standing behind me.

I could see the small smile on his face, his smile of victory. I pressed my head to the window, the coldness hitting my hot head. I could hear Malfoy sit down on the floor, a small noise coming from his lips as he did. I closed my eyes, feeling the exhaustion of the day weighing on me, dropping my bag to the floor.

How could he do this? How could someone be so cruel? I don't understand what people say about the Malfoys. I don't care about the people singing praises about his father at the Ministry or at the hospital, he knew my weakness, and I showed it to him in a flash of ignorance. I needed my revenge. I needed my heart back in working order. I needed to know his weakness.

I looked up into the window again, seeing my own reflection, the beats of sweat running down my red face, seeing Malfoy eating and flipping the page of his book. I looked back to myself and smiled. I already knew his weak point, and I knew exactly how to get under his skin like he did mine.