Whispers started as soon as they entered the Great Hall. Malfoy had a smug look on his face and, when he saw all of the attention that they were getting, snaked his arm around Roxie's waist. He gave a thumbs up to his friends at the Slytherin table and then sat down. Good now I can get away. Roxie turned to go sit down at the Gryffindor table, but a voice called her back. "Where are you going?" Malfoy asked her.

Roxie swallowed. "I'm going to go sit at my table."

"Well since we are going out now, I think maybe we should sit together." Malfoy was being sickeningly sweet, but Roxie knew that it was only for the other people at the table's benefit.

"Fine then you can come with me."

"She's just a little moody today. Failed a test," Malfoy explained to the table. "I think she needs a hug." He stood up and strode over to her. He wrapped his arms around her and, as he did, whispered in her ear. "Remember our deal. Be a good girl and sit down. People will think it odd if my girlfriend doesn't want to stay with me." He pulled away and gave her a smile. Whatever. Roxie spun around and started to walk to the Gryffindor table. Once again she stopped. "Hold on I need to go tell Potter something. Don't eat all of the tarts Crabbe." Malfoy was walking over to her. "Want to come with me to go tell Potter about your secret?" He's bluffing. He wouldn't tell him. But something about the way Malfoy was maliciously smiling told her that he wasn't. "Now take my hand and we go back together." Feeling as if she would rather do anything but this Roxie took his hand and the two of them walked back to the table. "I forgot Potter's in the hospital wing." He sat down Roxie plopped into the seat beside him.

Dinner was over and everyone was well fed. Everyone but Roxie. She had felt too disgusted to eat. Malfoy had held her hand for the first part of dinner and didn't let go until she "accidentally" stabbed him with her fork. As Roxie was leaving the Hall Malfoy gulped down his pumpkin juice, said goodbye to his friends, and followed her. "That was a great show back there."

"Whatever." Roxie was heading to the Gryffindor tower, but Malfoy was not leaving her side. "Do you want something?" They had reached the portrait hole and Malfoy was waiting expectantly at her side.

"My goodnight kiss."

"There's no one here. The show is over."

"Oh no, it's only just beginning. Even when no one is around, you still continue to be my girlfriend. Now give me a kiss." He leaned in. Repulsed, Roxie folded her hands behind her back, closed her eyes tightly, and gave him the quickest kiss she had ever experienced. "Goodnight sweetheart." Roxie pushed her way through the portrait hole and slammed it closed in Malfoy's face.

"How dare you?!?!?" Ron had apparently been waiting for Roxie. He stood up quickly from the couch and stormed over to her, Hermione on his heels. "You dump Harry, so you can date…Malfoy?!?! You tart!" Ron was now standing in front of Roxie. His fist was pulled back, as if he was going to hit her. Roxie threw her hands up to shield her face.

"Ron no! Don't!" Hermione pulled his arm down, clinging to it, her other hand rested on his shoulder. He shrugged his shoulders and threw her off.

"I wouldn't have hit her. I don't hit girls." He turned away and was starting to walk to the stairs. "You better be glad that I don't hit girls though, because if any girl deserves it it's you. Murderer." He started up the stairs. Hermione and Roxie could hear him stomping all the way up to the top and then they heard the distinct slam of a door.

"I'm not mad at you, honest," Hermione spoke in a quiet voice.

"Ok." Roxie didn't really feel like talking.

"I just don't understand…why?"

"You mean why did kill Neville or why did I dump Harry?" Roxie was so tired of everyone walking on eggshells around her.

"I know that you didn't kill Neville. Please don't be angry with me too."

"I…"Roxie grimaced internally."I guess I just like Malfoy." I have to keep this charade going. I can't even tell Hermione.

"Oh, but I thought that you and Harry were great together. You two seemed so happy. And I just thought…"

"Yeah well I guess we weren't! We weren't happy and we weren't great together!" Hermione gave a whimper and looked like a small child that had just been scolded. Roxie softened her expression. "Look, I'm sorry. I'm no good with change. I'll talk to you later. I'm going to bed now." Hermione gave a slight nod, and then Roxie went upstairs.

Tell me it was all a dream. I'm going to wake up and Harry and I will still be together. I will never have kissed Malfoy and no one will be mad at me. Roxie got out of bed, dressed quickly and then walked down to breakfast. One look at Ron's hateful expression, told her that it wasn't a dream. Everything was as real as it had seemed. She sat down at the end of the Gryffindor table and picked up a piece of toast. She took a bite and chewed. It tasted like cardboard, she couldn't eat anything. She was debating going back up to her room until classes started when she felt breath on her neck. Then someone started to kiss her neck. For a moment she thought that it was Harry. He used to do that. When she turned around however, she was disappointed to see Malfoy. "Come with me."

Feeling like a ragdoll, Malfoy gently lifted her to her feet and led her over to the Slytherin table. The two of them sat down. Pansy Parkinson, a pug-like girl, gave Roxie a contemptuous look. It's not like I really want him. As far as I'm concerned you can have him. It's time to see him squirm. "So, baby, did you and Pansy ever date?"

Malfoy looked as if he was about to spit out his pumpkin juice. "No, we um never did."

"Why not?" Pansy looked up, as if she wanted to know the same thing.

"It just didn't work out."

"But you two would make such a great couple."

"Are you two having problems, because it seems like you're trying to unload him on Pansy?" Blaise Zabini, another Slytherin student questioned.

"Yes it does seem that way. If you continue on like this people are going to get the wrong idea." Malfoy gave Roxie a pointed look.

"Of course we aren't having problems," Roxie said. "We are totally happy." Roxie's voice had lost all emotion and became monotonous. Her fun was gone. Malfoy was back to monopolizing the conversation with bragging about this and that. Roxie tuned him out and started to think about Harry. But thinking about Harry, just made her feel worse, so she attempted to distract herself by playing with her toast.

"It's time to go to Potions." Malfoy offered Roxie his hand. She took it and the two of them walked to Potions. As they were walking out, Roxie saw something that made her stomach drop. Harry was walking out of the Great Hall ahead of her. He seemed to have been restored to full health.

When they arrived in the dungeon, Hermione, Ron, and Harry were sitting at a table near the back. Hermione gave Roxie a small smile, Ron gave her a hateful glare, and Harry's jaw dropped. No one warned him about this. Malfoy led her to a front table where Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy were already sitting.

"Move Pansy," Malfoy unceremoniously said.

"I don't think so," she replied. She doesn't want to let him go. She's hoping that by staying she can get him.

"Sod off Goyle," Malfoy tried on his goon.

"Why?" as usual, Goyle had no idea what was going on.

"Because my girlfriend needs a seat you gormless baboon." Goyle shrugged, gathered his things, and moved to the table right behind him. "Sit." Roxie sat. Malfoy sat between Roxie and Pansy. Pansy gave him a flirty look, but he didn't pay any attention to her. At that moment, Snape entered the dungeon. He moved up the rows of desks in his usual bat-like manner.

"Today we will be talking about Elixirs," Snape started class, but then stopped. His eyes landed on the desk where Roxie sat beside Malfoy. He looked around and saw Hermione, Ron, and Harry sitting as far from Roxie as was possible. "Well, well, well. It seems our perfect couple has finally broken up. Have you found your new victim?" The class sniggered. Bastard. At this moment, Malfoy grabbed Roxie's hand that was resting on the table. Snape looked from Malfoy's happy grin to Roxie's depressed face as if asking for someone to tell him that it was a joke. When no one did, he turned to the board and began to write things for them to copy down. He doesn't want to acknowledge this. No one does. No one except Malfoy.

A week passed. Malfoy was constantly at Roxie's side. He kept attempting to play up the relationship. Whenever Harry was around, he would look over at the two of them, hurt. Every time Malfoy caught him staring he would lean in and kiss Roxie.

Roxie finally had a moment to herself. She was sitting in the library, attempting to complete her homework when she heard a familiar voice.

"No it's ok you two. I know you want to be alone."

"But Harry, we don't want you to be alone."

"Just go. I have homework to do anyway." From behind a row of books, Harry emerged.

"Hey." Please don't be mad.

"Oh, hello. Is Malfoy around?" Harry threw his books on the table and pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill. He then proceeded to open his book and start his homework, his quill flying across the page.

"No. I actually don't know where he is. I haven't seen him all day." Harry didn't look up. "So, you're mad at me." Still, he didn't look up. Roxie reached out and grabbed his hand that was holding the quill. "I don't want you to be mad at me. I didn't mean to hurt you."

He pulled his hand back, viciously. "Yeah well you did. You killed Neville, a friend of mine, and then you parade around here snogging that ferret. Now if you don't mind I have homework to finish." Tears started to fill Roxie's eyes. How can he hate me so much? You broke his heart, remember. She stood up, gathering her things. Harry started writing again.

"I didn't kill him," she whispered. Then she turned and ran to her room, past the Great Hall where everyone was eating dinner, but she wasn't hungry. She flopped down onto her bed and sobbed. If only things could go back to the way they were.