CHAPTER THIRTEEN (YAY; FINALLY IN THE TEENS! :P)

Harry POV (Sry for the shitty writing, I wrote this in English class; don't worry, we had free time :P)

I started on my way to find, and then brag to a certain Mr. Zabini. Chances were that the little know-it-all was in our dorm, maybe with Drake? I gleefully made my way towards our common room, and realized that my egg was in our dorm as well. Good, I had a reason to be in there, other than gloating to Zabini on how smart I "was".

As I entered the Common Room I found it empty. Most of the people must be in Hogshead. I happily skipped up the stairs like a little girl, and burst through the door of our dorm.

"Hey, Blaise!" I shouted gleefully, trailed off as I realized he was not the only one in the room. He turned to look at me upon his bed on top of his newest partner, both in their knickers. She squealed and attempted to cover herself. Blaise merely grinned at me and said in a husky voice,

"A little privacy mate?"

I held in vomit, quickly grabbed my egg, and ran out of the dorm slamming the door. I didn't think there would be enough bleach in the world to get that image out of my mind.

Draco passed me, climbing the stairs, but I quickly stopped him grabbing his arm.

"Whatever you do, do not go in there!" I exclaimed. He grinned, and let out a chuckle.

"Wasn't planning on it. Didn't Blaise tell you he had a date?" I realized that Blaise had told me this, and if I hadn't been so stupid I would have never had to see that sight.

I just nodded and wondered silently if I had cock-blocked him. The girl had look very flustered. Oh well, chances were if she were lucky enough to get Blaise in bed, she wouldn't give that up, even for one of his friends walking in on it. I gagged at the thought of how "mature" Blaise had become, as I made my way to the Perfects bathrooms.

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I reached the Prefect's bathroom. "Pickled frogs," I announced, as Diggory and Granger had spilled the password in their last conversation.(A/N Just go with it guys) The door opened and a strong stench of soapy water hit me. I looked inside and it was empty, but Merlin's beard, it was gorgeous. Fountains and fountains of hot water, spitting out bubbles and multicolored soap. It was so clean, so fancy.

I sighed, I needed a relaxing bath. My muscles were so tight from all the stress this bloody tournament had thrown at me.

I set the egg aside and started undoing my robes. I left my underwear on, because, well, I don't want to be starkers. Like, ahem, what Zabini almost was a few moments ago…

Anyways, I stepped into the warm water, my skin reacting immediately to the sudden change in temperature. I grabbed the egg and opened it once more. The same screeching noise echoed off the walls and I shut it close as fast as I could. Once it faded, I shut my eyes in relief.

Taking a deep breath and wincing, I dunked my head underwater. My hair flew all over my face, into my eyesight. I carefully opened the egg, not wanting to hear that sound again.

But this time was different, as the sound was one of a mermaid's of some sort. The voice was beautiful, it was like a magic spell. Almost toxic and addicting.

I was so into the song, and had figured out the meaning, I had realized that I needed air. Like a lot of air. So I flailed my arms in attempt to breathe at the surface. I climbed out gasping, my back connecting with the stone cold floor, as I laid, sprawled out on the bathroom floor. I did it, I figured it out. I need to tell someone.

I threw on my clothes, not caring about the water and ran back into the common room. I don't know why, but the whole figuring out the task took a lot out of me. So when I burst through the door, Blaise and Draco looking up at me, confused, I gasped,"I got it," I fell forward and hit the bed Zabini was on. I heard them calling out to me, but by then, I was deep asleep.

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Watching Weasel dance with McGonagall was the best thing on Earth. Of course as soon as I had heard about the Ball, I knew I would be asking my beloved Daphne. Okay, so I definitely didn't love her… To be honest at that point I didn't know what I felt towards her. Was I just playing her? No, that was Zabini's thing… Right?

I laid down in bed, tossing around a spare Snitch I had snagged from the broom closet. Sure Quidditch was Malfoy's thing, but I still kind of liked it.

"You have got to stop stealing those snitches, Harry," I heard Draco say as he entered our dorm. I smirked at him.

"They can just buy some more!" I answered cheerily, knowing very well how much they cost. "So mate, you taking Parkinson to the ball, I assume?"

He shrugged, "Maybe…yeah. I guess, but I don't want her getting any ideas, you know? I'm not ready for a real relationship, not with her at least. Snogging in closets? Anytime, but that's different than actually caring…"

I slowly applauded, letting the snitch drop beside me, "Now that's some deep shit my friend," I said jokingly. "So whatever happened with you and Granger? She's pretty nice and smart, of course she is in love with Weasel, but I'm sure you, Mr. Sex God, could get her."

He looked baffled, " Honestly, Harry, she's a Mudblood! My parents would never approve of my being with her!"

I rolled my eyes, "Well, first off; you never denied liking her. Two, if you are keeping it 'casual', your parents won't find out and if they do, just say you are messing with her. Lastly, don't call her a Mudblood!"

It was his turn to scoff at me, "Whatever, either way, she is beneath me no matter… what she looks like…" he trailed off in some sort attempt to hide his lust towards her.

"Okay then, mate, well, I'm off to ask Daphne, see you!"

I'm backkkk! Sorry for the wait, like always, and same for the shortness of this chapter. I need some inspiration, so please review and leave me a comment! Thank you to all the people who have viewed this story; I hope I made you smile at least once!

Lots of love,

Eliza