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Chapter 4

I stared glumly at my cold plate of mashed potatoes and mangled chicken; most of the food resting jello-like on shiny surface of the plate. I had dragged myself through all my morning classes, like a stuffed manikin.

Well…not quite.

I could only use that comparison if I had been devoid of all feeling, and that was certainly not true.

I was sure I was sick.

My stomach had been queasy, my eyes burning and to add on to all of that, my legs felt unsteady and weak. Did I mention I was miserable?

I had already gone to Madam Pomfrey after first period, but she had claimed that I must have been imagining my symptoms.

Flashback

"Dearie, it happens all the time. Kids come in complaining of soreness, but it all resolves itself by the end of the day, and you'll feel as fresh as a daisy."

End Flashback

Yeah. Right.

Although it was merely noon, I had a gut feeling (emphasis on gut) that my illness was not going to skip town anytime soon.

What in the world is wrong with me? Well, at least I don't have gym today. That would be horrid.

My schedule consisted of having three blocks of gym a week. Meaning I had gym on Mondays, Tuesdays (the day before), and Fridays.

Just then, somebody sat down next to me.

It was Blaise.

"Hey Pansy. Did you have a good night's rest?"

I felt my face turn white.

He frowned. "Are you okay?"

In response I shot up, and stumbled quickly out of the Great Hall.

Flashback

Silence. She peered into the gloom, trying to distinguish the hazy objects in the indistinct landscape. There was nothing there she could recognize. The silence was certainly eerie, yet she wasn't sure whether to be terrified or interested. After all, she was in her element. Then why did it feel so wrong? She felt herself wishing for someone else to join her, anyone. She hated being alone in this grey landscape, if it could be called that. Her mind was persuaded otherwise when…

I woke up.

I could not remember what had caused that change of mind. All I knew was that I had never felt so unsettled and uncertain in my entire life. Very unusual.

End Flashback

My heart was thudding so loudly I was sure it could be heard through the hallway. Thankfully I was leaning against the outside hall and there wasn't really any place it could echo. While reliving that dream, I had found it incredibly hard to breath and was completely unaware of my surroundings. I wondered if I had felt this constricted when I was actually having the dream. Strange...I could not remember. How could a dream be so benign yet so utterly terrifying? I searched my mind and came up with only one plausible answer. It represented the unknown. Everything in that dream was a mystery: I knew nothing, could anticipate nothing and almost could feel nothing. Everything was strange and vague. I hate when any situation is beyond my understanding or grasp.

I felt rage coursing through me.

Shaking my head with fury, I whipped around and began screaming at the first thing in my range of fire.

Which just happened to be a small, cowering, Hufflepuff 1st year.

The 1st year stood still, shaking with what must have been fear, until I stopped using the full power of my lungs.

Then they ran off sobbing.

I breathed in deeply before rolling my eyes.

Hufflepuffs.

I expected not to hear the crying any more, as the Hufflepuffs usually ran off to their dorm when upset. But I still heard the crying.

Frowning, I walked quietly around the corner.

The kid was crumpled in a heap at the bottom of the stairs.

Pathetic.

Just as I was about to leave and go back to the dorms, I saw a figure come up to the kid and help them up.

Then they bent down near the child's ear and whispered something.

It must have been comforting, because the crying immediately stopped.

My eyes narrowed in hateful recognition.

It was one of them. Not that I'd care or knew exactly who they were.

Stupid, brave Gryffindors.

Naturally, they would be the ones to come to the rescue; they always did.

Them and their idiotic, pointless heroism.

What did saving people they didn't even know do for them?

Was there some mysterious benefit I'm forgetting about?

I know, how about…needlessly wasting your time! Or coming face to face with death, only to do it again.

Whatever happened to learning from your mistakes?

Suddenly, I heard the sound of approaching footsteps, and with the ease of long practice, I melted into the shadows.

"Oh that poor Hufflepuff!" A feminine voice said sympathetically.

Who ever felt sorry for a Hufflepuff? That was that house's job.

"It must have been Malfoy." It was a male voice that added in an undertone "That stupid prat!"

Oh, so Malfoy must be not as popular as he thinks he is.

A more quiet, pensive voice added "No, I don't think it was."

My forehead wrinkled in concentration, and I began to connect the clues.

1…..

2….

3…

There were three of them.

Two male, and one female.

Sounded suspiciously familiar to me.

Of course!

I had reached my moment of enlightenment.

How stupid had I been?
It was them!

Not just Gryffindors, but them.

"Anyway, I think that your brothers did an excellent job today. Don't you, Ron?" It was the little bookworm.

Sadly enough, my ears perked up at the mention of the Weasley twins.

The redhead growled. "I know, but did they HAVE to make me run the entire three laps, you'd think they would give me a break, being their brother and all. I grew up with them, I shared a room with them, I even gave my chocolate frogs to them! And…." The redhead started on his rant.

What a wimp. Can't even run three laps.

I smirked to myself.

"Ron, you know they have to be equal to all students…" the bookworm spoke.

The Hero himself spoke. "You have to admit, 'Mione, it was pretty funny when George tripped Ron while he was running…"

He grinned. The girl rolled her eyes, but she was smiling.

"Although, I must admit, the explosion in his locker was even better." she said in response.

The redhead looked annoyed.

"And I call you lot my friends. Honestly. I'm going to the tower now." He stated before stomping off.

"I guess that's our call to go." Potter said.

The mudblood nodded, and they both walked off.

When they were a safe distance away, I got out of my hiding spot, and frowned to myself.

They sure were close friends.

"Pansy!"

I blinked, my thoughts scattering.

It was Blaise.
"Draco and I have been looking for you all over the place, you've been standing here the entire time?" He looked at me incredulously.

"No, of course not." I snapped.

He raised a eyebrow. "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed…" he muttered.

"What did you just say?" I was annoyed.

"Nothing."
I rolled my eyes.

"What did you need me for anyway?"

"Oh, we are having a party in the restricted part of level 4, you know, the right wing."

I smirked. "Regular?"
"Yep." He grinned.

"Better make sure to bring your wand, remember what happened last time." He winked.

I snorted and then followed him to the party.

40 minutes later
It was unusual, but after I had arrived at the party, it wasn't as attention catching as it was usually. The butterbeer was regular, nothing new, and I wasn't about to touch the fire whiskey.

No one seemed to notice that I never touched that stuff.

Really, who would ever want to be that incapacitated?

The first bloke who tried to drag me over to the spin the bottle game spent the rest of the night under the table taking a "little rest".

Let's just say you don't want to know what happened to the next bloke.

I sighed, this party just wasn't worth it anymore….

As I walked out, someone grabbed me by the arm.

My first reaction, naturally, was to punch whoever had dared to lay a finger on me.

It just happened to be Draco.

"ARG!" he yelled, clutching his nose.

Luckily for him, it wasn't a hard punch. Although I didn't have good leg muscles, my arms were nicely toned from punching those dumb chaps who tried to get near my personal space.

"You are such a girl, Malfoy." I stated.

He rolled his eyes. "I just need to talk to you, Parkinson."
"Okay then, shoot away."

"Not here." He looked at me as if I was insane.

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