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Chapter 5

I shot him a quizzical glance before he dragged me over to the boys' dormitory landing.

He looked nervously around.

That made me pay attention. Draco Malfoy, nervous?

I never!

"I like this girl, well, you see, she's smart, really pretty, and I really like her. She's smart, and pretty and I like her so much."

If hadn't sounded so serious, I would have laughed so hard.

He was repeating himself! Like a lovesick Hufflepuff!

Wait, did I just say lovesick? Could it be?

"Well, what do you need help with then?"

"What should I do?"

"What is there to do? Ask the girl out!"

"Um…well you see, there's a slight complication."

I was puzzled. "What?"

"Um…" his voice lowered. "She's not in Slytherin." He looked as if this statement was dangerous.

"So?"

He shook his head. "She's a" he mumbled. "Brgifindrawr."

"What?"

"Riphnrw"

"What?"

"Riphndoor!"

"Huh?"

"GRYFF-IN-DOR!" he bellowed.

The entire party fell silent.

Those words meant death to the person who spoke them.

He turned ghostly white, and he looked shocked at his outburst.

I decided not to shatter his delicate state of mind by screaming "How could you!".

Instead, my ever agile mind, came up with a easy escape, from Draco's imminent decapitation.

"Oh those insufferable 'I save lives' gits!" I fake laughed.

"I totally agree with you!" I added. "They shouldn't even exist!"

Cruel, demented laughter slowly filled the room.

"Phew." I said to myself.

"Oh Draco, lets pull up a plan." I grabbed his arm and yanked him up to his dormitory.

10 minutes later…

"Come on Draco, why won't you tell me!"

He scowled. "If I did, you would kill me."

"Me, kill you? I would never harm you!"

He rolled his eyes. "You would if you found out." He spoke with conviction.

The more he balked at revealing "mystery girl's" identity, the more curious I became. Who could she be?

I decided to test how important she was to him and also to see if I could get at least a few hints from him about who she was.

"So, Draco" I paused, tapping an imaginary quill on my chin "What can you tell me? Because, so far you've only said she's pretty and smart and that you really like her."

I gave him a pointed stare.

"Does she know you like her?" I drilled.

Draco blushed.

He blushed!

"I'm assuming she doesn't."

He nodded glumly, still silent.

30 minutes later…

I was no longer as quirky as I once was, exhausted from the ordeal of wringing information from Draco, who I might add, could be extremely stubborn. Who ever married him would have to be energetic enough to put up with him.

"Enough woman!" He finally roared.

Oh, and did I mention strong enough to withstand his outbursts and possibly give him a taste of his own medicine.

I rolled my eyes and left.

Needing a little bit of relaxation, I settled to write a letter to my much beloved cousin, Evan.

Hello Puddikins,

How are you doing? Did you get the chocolate I sent you last week?

Hogwarts is a bit dull right now. I wish I could be with you right now. Much more fun than having to listen to monotonous lectures by McGonagall.

You'd better write back soon.

Love,

Your darling and beautiful bunny

Smiling to myself, I stuffed the letter in an oversized envelope, writing his name with a flourish in sparkly purple ink. I held it casually to my side, concealing the glowing purple, and sauntered out of the Slytherin common room.

I only relaxed when I was a couple feet away from the owlery.

Bad mistake.

"Oh, fancy seeing you here!" said a cheerful, familiar, annoying voice.

I turned, forgetting for a moment what I had in my hand.

"My, what is that?" he said, motioning to my purple sparkly.

Too late.

"Um, nothing! What are you talking about? I don't have anything in my hand!" I tried unsuccessfully to jam it into my pocket.

He must have noticed the title, because he frowned. I could have sworn I saw a jealous spark in his eyes.

As he reached his hand to try and snatch the letter from me, I noticed a cream envelope in his hand. I took one quick step back, and calmly inquired, "And what is that? Your hand? Because it looks like a letter to me…"

I wouldn't have thought much of it, except that he jumped back guiltily and had an uneasy expression on his face.

"A letter?"

"Yes the one in your hand, dimwit."

"I don't have a letter in my hand!" He quickly hid the letter behind his back.

Too bad I had already seen it about twenty minutes before.

My curiosity was piqued by his evasion. My eyes narrowed.

Okay, if he was going to play hard to get, so was I.

"Well, then, I'll just attach this thing, which is not a letter, to an owl, and send it somewhere. And you can attach your piece of paper, which is also not a letter, and send it somewhere. You don't have to tell me."

He seemed both relieved and incredibly shocked.

He probably thought I was an escaped lunatic from St. Mungos mental illness ward; not that I cared.

I shot him a quick glare before gliding into the owlery. I could his distinct footsteps behind me, not to mention a snort of amusement.

Their stolid thumping beat out an ominous taboo in my eardrums.

In other words, his footsteps freaked me out. I didn't like anything I couldn't see. I only felt comfortable when I was in control of the situation.

We both attached our letters in silence. I couldn't help myself from glancing curiously over at him.

His brow was furrowed in concentration as he fiddled almost nervously with his letter. Wow. I am becoming a poet now. Though I don't know it.

Haha.

He looked up, startled.

Oops. I must have laughed out loud. Rats. He must have also seen me staring. Double rats.

I refused to meet his eyes, and instead sniffed delicately before shoving past him. I heard a heavy thud behind me, and malignant eyes met me own.

"Why Viper, you aren't thinking of leaving, are you?"

I looked at him quizzically. Of course I was thinking about leaving, you dolt!

"Um, yes I was thinking that since I'm done sending my letter I would leave."

He didn't seem put out by my sarcasm. He did look nervous though.

"Look. I'll speak plainly to you. I won't say anything about your love letter if you keep quite about my letter to my girlfriend."

I wasn't paying too close attention so I missed the pained expression on his face when he said the word "girlfriend." I did notice, however, how vehemently he spat out "love letter." Didn't think much of it… at the time.

I knew it wasn't a love letter but I didn't exactly want him shouting to the great hall that I was having correspondence and writing a boy's name in sparkly purple ink; it would ruin my ice queen reputation. I didn't matter that he was only my cousin.

So, I stupidly agreed. Oh why do I have to have a sense of honor? I'm in Slytherin after all.

We shook hands on it and left, going our separate ways. I wiped my hand repeatedly on my robes, convinced he had put some deadly potion on them. I couldn't seem to get rid of the weird feeling.

Phew! All in a day's work.

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