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Needless to say the last two days of my life have been horrible. The only thing keeping me sane in this moment in time is the fact we have a Quidditch game today, and the fact that I know how I am getting back at Malfoy.

It is all about timing.

I slowly walked down from the Gryffindor tower, already in my Quidditch uniform, minus my guard pads, and ready for the day to begin. I sat down next to Albus and his girlfriend, annoying cute if you ask me, but then again, I was happy to see at least one of us happy. I took a small bite of my jam and toast as the Slytherin team walked in, screaming and making noise, causing even the teacher's table to become annoyed, Malfoy in the center of it all, dressed in green and sliver. I took another bite as Fred put his arm around me and jammed his fist in the air starting the Gryffindor chant. I laughed and joined in as the whole team piled around us. Fred jumped on the table and started dancing around it, knocked glasses of juice before Professor Longbottom came over.

I was laughing all the way down to the field.

Game day started as it always did for me. Get down to the changing rooms, pull out my awesome broom my parents gave me for my birthday and I pulled on my protective gear. Once the team was ready we flew out around the stadium and let people just gawk at us. I felt my heart pounding in excitement. I guess that is the one thing that makes it come to life. I took my place in the middle of the chasers, looking down ready to snatch the Quaffle as it was thrown in the air. I looked to my left to see Malfoy in his seeker spot. He gave me a smug and before I knew it, I was getting blown by!

The game had started! And I missed my face off! I zoomed over to the Slytherin, a fourth year, and punched the ball out of her hands and into Hayden Thomas' hands that was flying under us. I turned around quickly to catch up to pace with him as I dodged a Bludger from my right as I flew down my teammate hit it back at another player. I called for the ball, it instantly hitting my hands as I faked tossing it the keeper went the wrong way; I threw my hands in the air as the crowd cheered.

I wish I could play this game forever. I wish it was a class, but it had finally ended. I knew my body was wiped out; the game lasted for almost an hour before my cousin caught the snitch, forcing us into victory. I dismounted my broom still hearing the Gryffindor chant as I entered the locker room. Leigh threw her arms around me letting out a squeal. She had been a beast in the game. Albus sat down on the bench next to us and threw his sweaty head on the lockers, a smile drawn on his lips.

"Victory, we are one game away from winning the cup!" Fred told me, picking me up and twirling me around the locker room before he dropped me and planted a long kiss on Leigh's mouth.

I think everyone of us had our mouth's wide open as they kissed. Maybe it was something about the game that I didn't get yet. I mean, my dad kissed my mum after they won the cup… right? Maybe I'm just overthinking everything, like I normally do. I pulled off my gear as Hugo rushed into the room telling us all about the party that was about ready to take full swing. We all rushed into the showers and changed quickly.

I left the locker room with Albus' arm around me, while Fred and Leigh were holding hands. I mean, we all knew it was going to happen; it was that moment of when. I felt the small smile escape my face as I wondered: Was that supposed to be me and Lorcan? Then why didn't he feel the same?

Any happy emotion left me as I reached the top of the castle, and Malfoy was standing at the bottom of the steps, his hair wet like mine planted over his forehead. I rolled my eyes as I headed up the steps after my friends, but Malfoy grabbed my hand. I could feel the fire rushing over my skin. I ripped my hand away from the feeling as he looked at me with his grey eyes. My brown ones hit his with an annoyed look. "I have a party," I told him taking another step, but he followed me, literally followed.

"We still have time; I really could care less about your other plans."

"Then come," I suggested, mostly because the moment he walked into our common room he could be pounded in by any person of my choosing, but he let out a low laugh. Something about it shakes my nerves. I sent him my best glare as he stopped.

"No way in hell am I walking into your common room."

"Is it because we killed your lot, or because you just don't have the guts that we have?" I asked folding my arms across my chest.

He gazed at me for a moment, his face blank as he opened his mouth. "There are some things you can do to get us out of his mess, but you are not dragging me alone with it. Suck it up and let's go."

"Why should I listen to anything you have to say Malfoy?" I shouted at the wrong moment.

Headmistress McGonagall walked by and stopped, her foot tapping the stones under her feet as she walked to us. I put my hand on the railing, looking away from her, she cleared her throat. "I am going to assume you two are still working on figuring out your differences?"

"Yes," we both mumbled.

"Then I cannot wait to see your essays any longer, shall we bump up the dead line for them to say, Monday?"

I opened my mouth to interject. Writing about Malfoy was the last thing on my mind. Actually, the thought was in the bottom of the Great Lake being tormented my mermaids. "Yes, Professor," Malfoy said taking a step toward me. "We were on our way to the fourth floor to work on them right now, weren't we Lily?"

I pulled my mouth into a tight smile, nodding my head. I could feel Malfoy's hand on my back, the same feeling of his touch speeding through my body. I took the steps faster as she watched us.

I led the way into an empty classroom, sitting down banging my head into the table, my wet red hair flinging water. I looked up to see I had hit Malfoy as he wiped his face and pulled out parchment, ink and quills.

I knew this was my chance, I had to get back at him now or at least start my plans now. How to get back at Malfoy, annoy him the best way I knew how. To be me. But over the top. He would crack before the end of the night, jinx me, hex me; anything and his perfect little Malfoy world would come crumbling into pieces as he did to me. He took a seat the table behind me and cleared his throat. I looked around seeing that he lit the candles in the room so we weren't in the dimmed light.

I pulled my hair to a side of my neck and sat down on the table in front of him. He looked up, with his normal annoyed face and then back down. I started moving my legs back and forth, feeling the table move under me. "Can we just get this over with?" He asked in a hoarse voice. I looked down at him, a smile on my face.

"Fine, what do you want to know?" I asked before looking away.

"I don't know, what is your favorite color?" He groaned dipping his pen into his ink.

"hmm," I drew out, my feet still moving. "I don't really know. I mean, pink is pretty." I hate pink. "But then there is blue and it is the color of the sky." I said in the most ditzy voice I had in me. "But I would have to say…. Hmmm."

"Just answer the question," Malfoy snapped.

I looked down with a sad look on my face. He threw a piece of parchment at me and a quill. I turned around on the table, sitting across from him, but I was on the table, and folding my legs in. "Fine, green."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why is it your favorite?"

"Because, it just is," I shrugged; I knew I couldn't lose it, not when I could see the anger on Malfoy's face. He scribbled something down in his neat handwriting before I spoke again. "I know your favorite color must be red."

"What?"

"Because that is the color your face always is around me," I said about read to choke on my own words. I always hated it when girls acted this way, all stupid and silly. I was hoping me doing it would bring him over the edge more.

"Blue" He corrected. I slowly put the ink to the paper.

"What do you want to do once you are out of school?"

"Play Quidditch," I said with a head nod.

Malfoy laughed, I mean, really laughed. "No, really."

"I really want to play, for the Harpies, just like my mum. Why don't think I'm good enough?" I could feel my temper boiling. I knew Malfoy could too, I wasn't going to let him get the best of me, I knew I wasn't. "What is your ambition, use an ever annoying about of hair gel?" Oh, yeah, I went there.

Malfoy stood up and walked around the room, his hands on top of his damp head as he did. "You are really annoying, you know that right?"

I let a smile fall onto my lips as I lay down on the table, the quill in my hand. "Is that what you want me to put? You life's ambitions is to inform me that I am annoying? I don't know how that will look to our professors, or to your dad, but your call." I put the quill to the parchment on my propped up legs before Malfoy slammed his hands on either side of me. I could feel his hands on my hair, sending a small tingling sensation down my spine as he looked at me. I sat up a little; it might not have been the best idea since I could feel Malfoy's breathing on my face. I was trapped between him and the table before his eyes moved back and forth, looking at what, I didn't know. "So, that is a no?" I asked walking more on my fine line.

"I want to be an Unspeakable for the ministry." I remember my Granddad telling me about those. No one really knew what they did; just they worked for the Department of Mysteries.

"Why?" I whispered looking back up to him, all the joking manner in my voice gone. Why was he so close to me, and why didn't I care?

"I like knowing things other people don't. Call me strange, because I know you will, but more things happen in there. It will always keep me on my toes." I couldn't look away from him, not for the longest time, nor could I kid about what he was saying. "Why do you put up your front?"

I was taken aback from his question. I guess because I didn't understand what he meant. I leaned forward on my hands more, not meaning to love the space between us. "I don't."

"I have to disagree; you want people to see you as tough."

"I do not," I whispered, I didn't know why, maybe because we were already so close. Did I put up a front? Did I really want people to think of me as tough? I know people thought my mum was, and my dad. My mum's was different. She had brothers, like I did, but maybe it was because no one would take her seriously if she didn't. But was I the same? I didn't put on the Quidditch gear to show how tough I was, it did I duel because of it. Or do I?

I guess Malfoy moved too, because I was closer to him than I had ever been before. I opened my mouth to say something, but then closed it, I don't know why, but I closed my eyes and leaned more as the door to the room opened wide.