Mixed Feelings and a Dose of WTF?

(A/N k here it is. Warning: mild language)

The Slytherin common room was completely empty when Cameron arrived that night.

He let out a sigh of relief. One more night he wouldn't have to put up with Leah, or confront her. He went to his dorm and got ready for bed. Once under the sheets, he fell asleep almost instantly. He knew it would be easy to avoid her tomorrow.

Now he just had to worry about keeping Weasley out of his head at the same time, but he knew he always caved with her, whether she knew of this or not.

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The next day Cameron woke up and got ready. It was, just as he suspected, incredibly easy to avoid Leah throughout breakfast and in the common room.

Now he just had to make sure to not sit with her in Potions this morning.

Hot, steamy, passionate kisses. Both their minds going crazy. Clawing at each other's backs. Moans and groans. Fumbling with jackets. He said her name.

"Ginny."

He said it again, stronger.

"Ginny! Ginny, hurry!"

"Ginny, wake up! Class starts in five minutes!"

Ginny bolted up from the chair in the common room and grabbed Alyssa's arm as it shook her shoulder.

"What?!"

"Get up, Ginny, hurry, we have Potions with Slytherin and you can't afford another detention, so come on!"

Ginny began to head for her dorm, but Alyssa stopped her:

"Ginny, you don't have time to take a shower, or change, or anything, we have to go right now!"

"I don't have my book bag!"

"Summon it, come on!"

And with that Alyssa took off for the common room door, leaving Ginny dumbfounded in the middle of the room.

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Rushing into Potions just as the bell rang, Ginny took her seat next to Alyssa and adjusted the messy ponytail she had thrown her hair into, while wiping sleep from her eyes and pinching her cheeks.

The Gryffindors looked at her curiously and all the Slytherins were giving her dirty looks, all but one.

After being reprimanded by Alyssa for her tardiness, she endured the lesson as long as she could, and was glad when they finally could work with their partners on the potion- luckily, Alyssa was her partner.

Snape tapped the board with his wand and the steps and materials appeared. She froze when she saw the main ingredient. Fleshweed. She could already feel her nose beginning to run.

She was doing fine for a long time. She was able to start the potion and mix a few ingrediants. It was only when Alyssa and a few of the students started to chop their Fleshweed that she started to feel her throat swell and eyes get puffy.

"Professor Snape?" Ginny raised her hand and Snape walked over. Ginny began to cough as he approached- the Fleshweed was already getting to her.

"What is it, Weasley?"

"Ginny, are you alright?" Alyssa asked, seeing how much trouble her friend was having breathing and talking.

"Yes- augh!" Ginny coughed and cleared her throat, then began to try and talk to Snape again. "Sir, the Fleshweed is making-" She stopped and coughed a few times, then tried to continue again, but was still having trouble. "Making me react- augh!" She turned to the Professor standing there not-so-paitiently waiting. "Professor, can I- augh!- please, I need to-" Ginny went into a fit of coughs and chokes, and she attracted the attention of most of the class.

"Yes, Miss Weasley, what do you want?" asked Snape, an evil smirk on his face.

"Augh! Professor, I need to get out- augh!- I can't stay in here- augh!" Ginny crouched over and used the desk as support, her eyes watering and air pipe closing.

"Miss Weasley, if you have nothing to say to me, I suggest you go back to working, otherwise, get on with it."

Ginny tried to speak but she just couldn't do it, and her windpipe finally got as small is it could go while keeping her alive. She collapsed to the floor, Alyssa shreiking and falling to her knees to help her friend.

"Professor, please, I have to take her to the hospital wing-"

"Alvarez!" Snape bellowed, making Alyssa recoil, "Return to your seat immediately! I will handle this weak attempt to miss my class. Now go!"

Alyssa, close to tears at watching her friend motionless on the ground, returned to her seat and finally began to cry.

"Class! Continue!"

But even the other students were looking at Snape as though he were a monster, save a few Slytherins who were smirking. Eventually though, their smirks turned to frowns, and they became freightened.

But as people slowly began working again, Snape turned his attention back to Ginny, who had now stopped her wheezing and was now completely quiet.

"Miss Weasley, you are not amusing-"

"STOP IT! JUST STOP!" Alyssa was screaming, tears pouring down her face.

"ALVAREZ! I HAVE TOLD YOU ALREADY TO BE SILENT-"

But one other student in the class was sick of this, and he got up, headed for Ginny, and picked her up. Snape was silent, and he asked, "What do you think you're doing?"

He glared at Snape and said, "I'm taking her to the hospital wing."

And before Snape could reply, he was out the door, everyone's eyes on his back, Alyssa getting up and stumbling after him.

Out in the hallway, Cameron held Ginny, his arms under her knees and just below her shoulder blades, supporting her.

Alyssa, sniffling and sobbing, came after him and violently grabbed Ginny's legs in hysterics, trying to taker her from Cameron.

"Let her go! Let her go, I won't let you take her anywhere! Stop!" she was screaming at him.

Cameron looked at the insane Alyssa and tried his best to keep Ginny from falling on the ground, while yelling back at her.

"Stop! What do you think you're doing, if I don't get her to hispital wing, she could die!"

"Stop! I know what you're trying to do, and I won't let you! I won't let you take her!" She was so completely hysterical that Cameron had to yank Ginny from her arms and yell at her:

"Do you want her to die in the hallway!" At this Alyssa stopped for a minute and looked at him fearfully. Still walking, Cameron reajusted Ginny in his arms and said sternly to Alyssa:

"Now I need you to regain control over yourself long enough to get Ginny to Pomfrey, and then we can talk. Now come on."

Alyssa, eyes wide, sniffled and nodded, following behind a fast walking Cameron like a lost puppy.

In the hospital wing, Pomfrey aided Ginny immediately, and once Cameron was sure she would be alright, he sat Alyssa down in a corner of the wing and said:

"Okay, I got to thinking, and I don't want to be with Leah. She is an evil bitch. So I talked to Ginny and appologized, and even though she didn't quite forgive me, she knows I am not going to do anything evil to her or her friends anymore. Any questions?"

Pretty much dumbfounded at this sudden turn around that she didn't even see coming, Alyssa stared at Cam, wiped her eyes, and sat, trying to process everything that had just happened in the last half hour.

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When Ginny woke up, she immediately started coughing, and Madame Pomfrey rushed out of her office. When Ginny had calmed down, Pomfrey began checking her throat out said:

"Well I'll tell you, you're incredibly lucky, my dear. If Malfoy hadn't of gotten you here when he did, you could have died."

With a scratchy voice, Ginny asked, "Malfoy?"

"Yes, indeed. Severus, that aweful man, I've told him a thousand times to excuse you from all assignments involving Fleshweed, but he just won't listen. But he has been given a serious talking to by Dumbledore, concerning you allergy. I tell you, that man is wretched, so wretched. Luckily, Malfoy carried you all the way up here, your friend Alvarez in toe. It was quite the spectacle, a Slytherin carrying a Gryffindor into the Hospital wing. Especially of the likes of you, sworn enemies as you are to him. Or, were, I should say."

At this time, Ginny chose not to say anything on the matter, but instead asked, "What time is it?"

"It's six at night on the dot. Which reminds me, I promised Malofy and Alvarez I'd alert them when you regained conciousness," she said, walking to her office.

"You did?" she asked no one imparticular. Her voice was still scratchy and she couldn't call across the room very well.

Why, Ginny wondered, would she do that? I understand for Alyssa, but why Cameron? Did he ask, or did she just say she would? And why did he take me here in the first place? Not that I'm ungrateful, I just wish I knew why. It's like after he talked to me and apologized, we're friends or something... I don't want to think about it too much, I have a headache.

Ginny lay herself back down and Pomfrey returned, saying that Cameron got the message, but would not be up to the wing until later.

"Oh, he's not coming up here, is he? Oh great!" Ginny said.

Pomfrey gave her a strage look and walked back to her office.

Ginny just plopped back down and tried to fall asleep, but it didn't really work, and she ended up laying there for forty minutes until she heard the doors creak open and footsteps coming toward her bed.

She turned over and sat up as Cameron approached, sitting up to greet him.

"Hey there," he said.

"Hey," she said in her raspy voice.

"You okay? How are you feeling?"

"Alright, I guess." Ginny averted her eyes and stared at the sheets on her bed. It was quiet.

"So..." Cameron tried for conversation, but Ginny cut him off.

"Look, I really wanted to say something," she said.

"Okay," he relpied.

"Okay. Um, I don't want you to take this the wrong way. I appreciate so much what you did, especially because I know Alyssa couldn't have carried me all the way up here by herself. So I thank you. Really. But, why did you do it?"

"I thought we've been through this?" Cameron said, confused. "I want to be your friend, and I apologized, and no one else would have done it. So what do you want me to say?"

"I don't know exactly," Ginny replied. "I'm still trying to figure a few things out."

"Okay. Well, I am going to get out of here. I have to go do some stuff. See you around?"

"Yeah, sure," she replied as he headed for the door. She called for him at the last minute.

"Cameron!"

He turned around and looked at her.

"Consider yourself forgiven."

He grinned at her and kept walking out the door. Just as he was about to go through the threshold, he was bombarded by a large group of people coming into the wing.

Ginny smiled. She knew Alyssa would get word around to her friends about everything, and here they were.

They all came over to the bed and crowded around.

Alyssa, Christina, Knitter, Hector, Chloe, and Rachel all came around the bed and started to talk. She spent the next short while talking to them, and at nine, Pomfrey released Ginny with some allergy pills she needed to take once a day for the next two weeks.

Back in the common room, they were hanging out as if nothing had happened, and everything was cool.

That is, because only Alyssa and Ginny knew that it was Cameron who transported Ginny to the wing, and no one else knew a thing about that.

"Stop that!" Alyssa said to Hector and Christina who were laying with eachother on the couch, kissing.

They started laughing mid-kiss and Christina said to him:

"Oh, you spit in my face when you laughed."

"You act like you don't like it," he said to her before possessing her mouth again.

"EWWW!" was heard from all the people there, and each of them made excuses all at once to leave. Except Ginny, who grabbed Christina's arm as she went, making Hector have to let her go, no matter how reluctantly.

Christina kept laughing and once in the dorm with all the girls, asked Ginny with a smile on her face:

"Why did you do that. I was enjoying it."

"Because. Look," she said in a low tone so only the two of them could hear, "I just... I know the two of you have been going out for a long time, and I just don't want you to get hurt if you get too into it and he ends up hurting you or s-"

"Ginny. Stop rambling. I'll be fine, okay? I promise."

"Alright."

"So, what, the two of you are back together again, or what?" Ginny asked of Christina.

"Yeah, pretty much," Christina replied.

"Well that's good," Ginny said to anyone.

"Yeah. I'm tired of all the drama, though. I'm glad it's over," Chloe said, and Rachel agreed.

"What do you mean?"

"What they mean is," interrupted Alyssa, "that after everything, they're just glad it's all over. We can all just relax and be ourselves now."

Unfortunately for the Wolves, the drama was far from over, but it would not end for a very long time.

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When Cameron got into the hallway, after being nearly trampled by the Gryffindors who hardly noticed he was there in the firstplace, he tried to shake off the everlasting feeling he always got when he was with Ginny Weasley.

It tired him out, to be honest. She got to him in a way he didn't like, and he always succumbed to her, when she didn't even know what she was doing to him.

But, no, nothing was obvious. Cameron was a master at covering his feelings. However, this doesn't mean he had no feelings.

In fact, he probably had more feelings than the entire seventh year. Of course, he didn't go pointing this out. He isn't exactly a nice person.

But as Cameron made his way to the common room, he dreaded even more than what Ginny did to him, confronting Leah.

But more, he dreaded not being able to find a way to keep Weasley from his mind while making sure Leah was still around.

Because whether he liked it or not, he needed Leah on his side. He needed to make sure Leah didn't go telling his father that he had been with a Gryffindor, which is excactly the kind of revenge Leah would try to bestow on him if he left her.

In the Slytherin common room, Leah was sitting in a chair, facing the fire with her legs crossed, twiddling a piece of hair between her fingers.

Cameron, who had just entered, walked over to her steadily but inside he had many thoughts going through his head.

What bitchy thing is she going to say now?

"Cameron. Where have you been all day?" Leah asked in a chippery tone. Cameron knew it was false.

"I had things to do, Leah."

"Well isn't that fantastic for you?" Leah said getting up, her happy tone gone and replaced by a sour one. "I have been out and about all day and didn't hardly see you. Do you know how very unpleasant that makes me?"

"That depends how far your head is up your ass."

"No, I could care less what you are trying to pull, but I didn't get to bask in the triumph of my s-" she paused, "Excuse me?"

"I don't know Leah, how far up your ass is your head that you can't even grow up and see that this war between us and the Gryffindors is pointless?"

"Whoa, are you trying to lecture me?"

"No, I'm asking a question."

"Well what caused this sudden change of heart, Cam? Was it a sign from above that told you to be kind?" As she said this, her voice slowly grew less fake-happy. "Was it your weak heart? Your cowardice? How about your lack of ability to follow in your father's and uncle's footsteps, hm? Oh, and let us not forget Weasley."

At this Cameron stopped glaring and his gaze flickered only for a second before he went back to glaring.

But it was too late. Leah had already caught it. She knew his weakness.

"What are you talking about?" he asked her, angrily, but not with enough anger because she caught the falseness in his voice right away.

"Oh, don't try and play that game with me. I knew it was something. Don't you think I noticed? The way you stare at her, and how much I see the displeasure in your face when we used to concoct evil scheemes against her. I saw it."

Well I wish someone would have told me. I've been going crazy over what I've been feeling lately, Cameron thought, then was quickly jerked back as Leah went down a different path than she had been going with her speech.

"So you really thought I wouldn't notice, huh? You really thought I wouldn't see the way you reacted to her, or the way you stopped reacting to me? Do you know how that made me feel? Did you think about what you were doing to me everytime I saw you look at her that way, and the way it killed me that you didn't look at me that way anymore? No, I don't think Big Bad Cam is allowed to feel emotion for anyone but himself. I didn't do anything wrong. I stayed the same, I did what I have always done. But you, Cameron, you changed. You became different, and we couldn't do the things we used to. The old you died."

"Oh, what?" Cameron asked, "The old me? Who, the old, fifteen year old immature me who enjoyed playing childish games with the Gryffindors? No, Leah, I didn't change, I grew up. You just fell behind."

She began tearing up, but Cameron stood his ground, no matter how awful he was beginning to feel.

She continued anyway, still shaky in her voice though:

"I kept trying to get your attention, you know. It wasn't a two way relationship the way it's supposed to be. Even when I was turned into a fucking gay man, I still tried to please you, but nothing is good enough for you, nothing I do is ever good enough!" She screamed this last sentence and grabbed the burning candle in the small glass holder from the side table next to the chair, throwing it across the common room. It shattered as it collided with the wall, and she turned around and sat in the chair, crying.

Cameron is not a sensitive guy. He hates when girls cry because it makes him feel like he can't do anything, and he hates the feeling of not being able to do anything just as much as he hates girls crying.

But this once, Cameron sucked it up and walked over to Leah, sitting on the couch adjacent to her chair.

"Leah..."

Between her silent sobs, she replied, "What?"

"Leah, I... I don't have anything with Weasley. I don't like her, I don't want to be with her, and... Leah, look at me-" she did so, "-I certainly don't love her."

Leah's eyes showed confusion and she waited for him to continue.

"Leah, when I get out of this place, I want to follow in my dad's footsteps. I want to be a Death Eater, and I want to do all the things I am destined to do. But Leah, when we get out of here, the first thing I want to do... Leah, I want to marry you. I love you."

Leah looked at him, wide-eyed. She sniffled, then tried to speak.

"What?"

"Marry me, Leah. I love you."

She stared at him and then went into his arms, sobbing, "Yes, yes, Cameron! Oh..." She continued her crying and he held her, closely and truly, even though he knew in his heart he had only done this to try and get his mind off Weasley for at least a while.

(A/N alrighty, there it is, I hope its satisfactory, i have a whole plotline ahead of me people, and everything ties together, so don't miss it!)