DISCLAIMER: Believe you me, it is to our very utmost displeasure that we have to admit that sigh…it's just, this is so hard for me……okay, deep breaths… we, meaning your lovable Pariahs do not own…mutters in quiet voice hoping that you don't hear Harry Potter….

A/N: Hey Ya'll! It's me, Amaya here… I decided to type this up to avoid doing my Sales Speech…Homework is BAD! Must skip HOMEWORK!

Chapter 9:

The sun was streaming in through the windows of the corridor as the first classes of the day ended and the students were slowly moving towards their next class during break. Blaze smiled in content, happily daydreaming of a certain ex-pro-Quidditch player.

"BLAZE!" Blaze muttered darkly under her breath as the booming voice drew her from her pleasant daydreams. The way she saw it, she had two options. She could either a) stop and see who it was that was demanding her attention or she could b) ignore them.

Unfortunately the choice was removed from her as it called her again and she recognized it as belonging to Harry. "Hey Blaze!" he called and she turned to see him running down the hallway towards her. "Wait up!"

Blaze completely stopped and waited for him to catch up with her. When he reached her, she gave him a smile (though she was a little peeved at him still for his bad timing). "What's up Harry?"

"I was actually looking for Amaya to see if she wanted to come with me to see Oliver," he said quickly, looking around casually.

Blaze instantly perked. Oliver? As in, Oliver Wood? She mentally hoped so at least.

He looked back down at her and smirked. "But since I can't find her, would you like to come?"

"YES! I mean," Blaze said quickly, trying to cover up her excitement though her embarrassment shown on her cheeks, "sure. I have nothing better to do at the moment."

"Okay, let's go."

They were walking down the hallway towards Oliver's office, talking aimlessly, when Blaze crashed into another something, or should we say, someone. They both fell hard to the floor with Blaze sprawled all over the other person.

Blaze, totally embarrassed by now since she couldn't seem to gracefully get off her crash pillow, blushed a deeper red when she looked up to find two very lovely and familiar eyes laughing at her.

"Hey Draco," Spirit asked as she walked up to Draco, linking her fingers through his as they went.

Draco smiled at her and lightly kissed her forehead. "Hello Spirit."

"So," Spirit said, trying to think of something to say to fill up the silence, "how do you like America so far?"

Draco let his eyes roam over her body, not bothering to hide the desire in his eyes. "I love every aspect of America," he said seriously when his eyes met hers again.

Spirit giggled and leaned into his body a little. "What's your favorite part?"

Draco grinned down at her sexily. "Definitely the people."

Spirit slowed her pace as she gazed up at him questionably. "Did you not like the people over in London?" she asked softly, her eyes searching his.

"No!" Draco scoffed, affronted by the very notion.

"Why not?'

"Too many muggle lovers," Draco spat, "especially that old arse that pretends to be Headmaster."

Spirit paused a moment, forcing him to stop as well as his headed words sunk in. Letting go of his hand, she turned to look at him. "Do you have something against muggles?"

"They are the most disgusting and vile creatures out there," Draco said heatedly. The full contempt he felt for muggles shown in his icy eyes.

"Is that why you don't like Hermione?" Spirit asked softly, fearing his answer.

"Yes! She is nothing but a know-it-all mudblood."

"Well, I've got news for you, Draco Malfoy," Spirit said angrily, her eyes flashing as she gave him an angry poke to the chest, "so am I!"

Before he could say anything, Spirit had turned and ran back down the hallway away from him. She only stopped when she ran straight into the arms of someone.

"Oh God!" Blaze exclaimed, horrified as she hurriedly tried to get up once more, only succeeding in falling back down on top of him.

Oliver let out a loud "hmph" as the breath rushed out of him. She wasn't exactly falling easy, not that he was complaining exactly…

Blaze bit her lip and looked at him, eyes large and wide as she realized that she had hurt him. "I am so, so sorry!" she said as she tried to get off of him.

Oliver chuckled and stopped her squirming less she found the effects that she was having on him. "It's okay, really it is," he assured her as she looked at him.

He raised up slowly, pushing her up with him. Harry finally reached down and helped Blaze to her feet, of course he got a good laugh out of the situation first. Oliver also raised up, pulling his long coat around him to hide his…um…. 'problem.'

The three of the gazed at each other for a minute or two. Harry was smirking, Blaze was blushing, and Oliver, well Oliver was just trying to think of something to say.

"So," he said after a bit, "where were you two headed?" He looked first to Harry who was still smirking stupidly and then over to Blaze who was blushing madly and staring at the ground.

"To find you actually," Harry supplied as it appeared that Blaze had no attention of answering.

"Me? Well, what did you need?"

"I wanted to ask you if it would be alright if I practiced Quidditch while I was here," Harry said. "I don't want to lose any of my skills because of lack of practice."

"I don't mind. Of course, Wizard's Ball is going to be starting up soon and you'll need to make sure that you're not interfering with any of their practices," Oliver answered.

"I'll give him the schedule," Blaze offered softly, still blushing profusely.

Oliver and Harry's heads both snapped towards her. "You play Wizard's Ball?" Harry asked, somewhere between admiration and disbelief.

Blaze shrugged. "We all do. Amaya, Spirit, and I that is. "

"Are you any good?" Oliver asked.

Blaze again shrugged.

Oliver pulled the coat around him some more. "Well, then that's settled," he said, smiling at Blaze who shyly smiled back at him after a minute.

Harry cast them a 'I-know-what-is-going-on-and-you-can't-fool-me' look before commenting, "Well, I'm going to go find Amaya. It could take a while so I'm going to go. Blaze, I'm sure Oliver will walk you back to wherever you need to go so g'bye."

"But….but…..," Blaze stuttered but Harry had already disappeared around the corner. I'm going to kill him, she thought to herself, or better yet, I'll get Amaya to kill him.

"So," Oliver said, bringing her out of her murderous thoughts.

"So….?"

"Where were you headed before Harry waylaid you into coming to find me?"

Blaze smiled. "Well, since my next class isn't for," she glanced at her watch, "for an hour or so, I had planned on either going to the library or for a walk."

Oliver grinned down at her. "How about a walk then?"

Blaze smiled up at him. "A walk sounds lovely."

"Good." Oliver held out his arm and she took it without hesitation. "Let's go."

Amaya was mad. No, scratch that, she was infuriated. She had just forced Spirit to tell her what was wrong and now she was going to find the little ass who had upset her.

She slammed the doors to the Dinner Hall open, drawing everyone's eyes to her, and scanned the room. The unnaturally blonde hair caught her eye and she strode purposefully towards the owner.

Everyone watched her progress. It was true that they had all seen Amaya in one of her tempers as she was now, but never had they seen her so mad. They couldn't wait to see what she would do. It was so exciting.

"MALFOY!" The anger was evident in her voice. Every head in the room watched eagerly through fervent eyes, hoping to see a fight.

Draco looked up at her, his expression grim. "What Dant'e?"

"Stand up," she commanded.

He complied but was instantly back on the ground after she punched him hard on the jaw. His hand instantly went up to massage the sore jaw.

"MISS DANT'E!" The teachers all shouted, shocked that she would do that in front of them and wondering what he had done to make her so angry.

Amaya ignored them and grabbed a hold of the front of his shirt, bringing him closer to her. "I want you to listen to me very carefully Malfoy. Spirit may be muggleborn, but she is way too good for the pathetic likes of you. If you were smart, you would stay away from her. If I hear that you, in any way, hurt her again, I won't hesitate to kill you. Understand?"

Draco timidly nodded his head, his eyes wide as he watched the fury grow in her eyes. Amaya roughly released him, making him fall back to the ground hard.

"Remember this Malfoy," she spat, "you mess with one Pariah, you mess with us all."

Amaya turned and stormed out of the hall, leaving everyone gaping at her. Harry stood at the door and was about to say something to her when she held up a hand to stop him.

"Not now," she bit out, not even glancing his way.

He nodded, though he was a little hurt, and stepped out of her path. As he watched her storm down the hall, he was briefly aware that their truce was now over. Now he was going to have to win her over again. Oh fun, fun, fun.

A/N: This chapter was written and typed by me, Amaya. It could have been longer but I just got my contacts and I'm getting used to them. Big change from glasses. Anyways, remember to REVIEW! Believe me, that button does not bite if you click it…in fact, it actually likes it. So go head, make it happy and click it.