A/N: Hey guys! I don't really have anything interesting to say now. Well, except that even though school's started up again, I am going to make more of an effort to update this more often. Seriously. And thanks for all the reviews! I got, like, sixteen. I think. (Math never was my strong point…)

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October 8th

Ugh. I'm trying not to look, honestly, but it's kind of hard when they're sitting right across from you. In your 'field of vision'.

Alicia and George, that is. They're making out on the couch across from me, and I know they've got like, years of unrealised passion over there, but how long do they expect me to put up with that sort of behaviour? If I were a Prefect I would march right on over there and give them a ticket for 'showing public displays of affection with my best friend'. Then I could give them both a ticket. Ha.

I would tell them to get a room, but I think they just might listen to me.

And it doesn't help that Lee is sitting on the same couch as me, except as far away as he can possible get without completely falling off it. I mean, it's a two-seater seat for god's sake! How far does he think he can get away from me? If he really didn't want to sit next to me, I guess he could have squeezed in next to Harry's friend, Hermione's chair. It's looking pretty good right now. Except I'd get poked with that bloody big book she's reading. I didn't even know you could buy books that big.

I start humming the tune to Mary had a little lamb, mostly to amuse myself but also to annoy him, too. Ever since that little Hospital Wing incident, I've made a point of avoiding him. Except today, my whole plan has come crashing down around my feet.

It was easy enough yesterday. Yesterday was a Saturday. I just ran away from him every time I saw him coming. In fact, I tried to look for the Hufflepuff common room, and ended up knocking on a painting of a fruit bowl demanding that they let me in because I had a friend in there and if they didn't, I would get Fred and George Weasley to prank them and turn the yellow on their uniforms pink. Except none of the fruit talked back, so that was a bummer.

I really do have a friend in Hufflepuff. One that's not Cedric Diggory, who I am NEVER going to talk to again, in case he tries to save me from a giant plant in Herbology or something, and ends up feeding me to it. His name is Aaron Abbot. He's my next door neighbour, and we're really only friends because I don't like his sister, so I hung out with him instead. His sister is two years younger than me and a real prissy sort of person. All she ever wanted to do was play dress-ups, while all I ever wanted to do was play Quidditch.

Anyway. Getting off track. So in the end, I only saw him once, and when I thought he was coming towards me I hid in one of those knight costumes, that Fred and George always seem to be in. Turns out they have an opening in the back of them and you can just step in. Which was weird, because every time I've asked them they replied that you had to pull it apart like a puzzle.

And it turns out that Lee hadn't even seen me, he was just going down the hallway which I had just come, where I thought the Hufflepuff common room was. And then I couldn't get out of the suit, so I had to wait for someone I knew and trusted (meaning that they would only tell a small number of people) to get me out.

So I waited. And waited. And finally none other than Cedric Diggory came along and so I had no choice but to call out to him. I still didn't say anything else to him but, "thanks."

Then I ran away.

But today has been a lot harder, seeing as how George and Alicia have been snogging each other for the last few hours (I mean, they don't even come up for air! It's incredible!) and Angelina and Fred have gone somewhere to 'sort things out'. Yeah, right. Sort things out my ar-

Hey! Lee's started tapping his fingers on the armrest of the couch, in an effort to drown out my loud humming, I have to admit, though, it doesn't actually SOUND like Mary had a little lamb. More like Mary's lamb hit a truck.

Tap. Tap. Tap. It's getting annoying. I start to hum a different song. I need an annoying song. Hmm… Baa Baa Black sheep is sounding good right now. And I'll even sing the words, so he knows when I mean business I mean BUSINESS. "Baa baa black sheep…. Have you any wool?" I screech, ignoring the not-so-silent snorts of laughter coming from a few of the students in the room. "Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full!" I hit a high note that sends most of the room into tears of laughter. I mean, I don't think my singing is that bad.

Lee starts tapping even louder, in a desperate bid to drown out my wonderful singing. "One for the master! One for the dame! One for the little duck who lives down the LANE!" I stand up on the couch, encouraged when everyone starts clapping. I'm an attention seeker, what can I say? "Another one?" I ask the little crowd (of about five people).

"No!" Alicia yells. Hmm. It appears that the oh-so-cute couple AREN'T surgically attached, like I had previously suspected. "No!" she screams again, as I take a deep breath to ask why. "Look, Katie," she says gently, looking at me all panicky, "we've heard enough of your… talents… for today. You don't want to… wear out your voice do you?"

I think about this for a moment. "No," I reply. "But when I'm a famous singer, you are ALL invited to my concerts!" I announce cheerfully.

Lee snorts, and when I turn to glare at him he just keeps on laughing. Stupid prick.

"Well…" Alicia says doubtfully, glancing at George who is doubled over with laughter himself, "we'll see about that."

"Okay," I reply, then go back to sitting on the couch as far away as possible from Lee, who is making the couch shake he's laughing so hard. "Do you MIND?" I yell at him, when I have to grab the armrest to avoid being thrown off it and onto George or Alicia's lap. I can't tell which one was originally sitting opposite me.

"No…" he says, shaking some more.

"Are you having a fit?" I ask him. Okay, I admit I might have been a TEENY bit concerned. After all, he's been one of my best friends for five years. And we only haven't been speaking for three days.

"No…" he says again.

"Ugh! You idiot!" I scream at him.

"You… were… so… funny…" he tries to say, but then collapses with laughter again.

"Shut up!" I shout again, hitting him on the head with a pillow, wishing it was Hermione's book.

"Oi! Lovebirds!" I turn around to see who's calling George and Alicia, only to find out it was George who had spoken, and he was staring directly at US.

"Excuse me?" I ask, putting a hand over my heart dramatically. "You are talking to me?" I try putting on a fake French accent- it sounds more like Chinese.

"Yeah," Alicia replies, getting off the couch- it's a miracle! - and coming behind Lee and I. "You two have got to get along better. I don't know what made you start fighting," she pauses as I attempt to sputter what REALLY happened, not listen to Lee's half-truths, "but you need to kiss and make up. Starting now," she adds, punching our heads together.

The crack of skull versus skull was disgusting. Like, literally every person in the room has gone, "Ewww!" and rushed up to the bathrooms to throw up. The only good thing, I guess, was the fact that when she smashed our heads together, she forgot that Lee was sitting on the armrest and so she forced him to come most of the way across the couch, so that really before our skulls cracked, our teeth clinked together. It wasn't a kiss, really, but I think I chipped my front tooth.

"M' 'ead…" I moan pathetically, holding one hand to my mouth and the other to my head. Lee's doing exactly the same, except he fell off the couch in the process, so he's squirming on the ground.

"Alicia… what did you do?" I hear George breathe as he glances down on us. "That was wicked!"

"I killed them!" Alicia whispers back, horrified. "I killed my best friends!"

She is so morbid.

"They're not dead… at least, not yet," George adds. I squint up at him with one eye and see that he's staring at us in horrified fascination. If we can horrify a Weasley, we MUST look like we're dead.

"There's blood everywhere!" Alicia wails, grasping onto George's arm. "What do we do?"

I can feel the blood pouring out of my mouth, and I think there's some coming out of the back of my head, too. I'm not too sure about Lee, I think if I rolled over to the edge of the couch to see what he looked like then I might just fall on top of him. And THAT we do not want.

"Okay. Don't panic," I can hear George saying. I mean, we are so lucky. If this was Angelina and Fred, for instance, Fred would go around bottling our blood to put in one of his little inventions or something, or would try testing something out. And he would convince Angelina to help him, too. And then when Angelina FINALLY noticed we were like, dead, they'd take us to Madame Pomfry. Hang on- if this were Fred and Ange they wouldn't have smashed our heads together in the first place!

"We need to take them to Madame Pomfry," George says. "I think I can conjure up something resembling a stretcher…" Knowing George, it will be something pointy. Or like, a straw bed with a needle in it.

"George! A WATERBED!" Alicia shrieks so loud that I think extra blood spurts out of my head. I can hear Lee groaning too.

"Come on. All they have to do is get past this little bit of pain and then Pomfry will drug them up," he says cheerfully. "No need to worry."

Oh, I'm worrying all right. I mean, Alicia said 'waterbed'. I'm wanting 'waterbeds'.

"They won't both fit," Alicia says sceptically, surveying what I presume is the waterbed.

George shrugs. "Sure they will. Do you want them to die, or what?"

"I don't want to go to Azkaban!" Alicia sniffs. "Do you- do you think they allow you to do your O.W.L.'s in there?"

"Dunno," George dismisses, ignoring his girlfriend's antics. Well. He's not a very nice boyfriend then.

"HELLO?" I yell. "I AM IN PAIN HERE!" All the effort makes my mouth fill up with blood. It's disgusting. Oh well- better than slugs.

"Shut up," Alicia says. "Well, they're too heavy to levitate. I mean, I don't really want to try. So… I guess we'll have to drag them."

I mean, can they make up their bloody minds any faster? I'm dieing here! Jeez.

"Who first?"

"Lee, because he's closer." I hear them dragging Lee across the floor and resist the impulse to laugh because a) I think I would cry, b) Lee would probably push me off the waterbed and c) Alicia would think that I got brain damage and then I would have to be in the company of Madame Pomfry longer than I can stomach.

"Now Katie."

"Jeez, Katie, you're heavy," George says as they drag me to off the couch with a thud (and fuck, it hurts) and across to the waterbed.

"Well you're just a bimbo-chasing man-whore…" I murmur sleepily. I think the whole pain thing has gone to my head. Either that or I have lost so much blood, I'm… losing more blood.

"Did she just say what I think she said?" George asks Alicia.

"Just ignore her. Probably one of her little rants against someone," Alicia says comfortingly. I don't think she realises that SHE is the bimbo mentioned. Not that I would ever call her a bimbo. I mean, she's not. Yeah… I don't think I should say anything to either of them for the remainder of this little episode.

So I am put onto the waterbed RIGHT NEXT to Lee, so that I can practically smell his breath. It's not all that great.

"Lee?"

"Yeah?" he mumbles, sounding just as out of it as I am.

"Your breath stinks."

"Thank you Katie," he says. And then he puts an arm around me in a sort of cuddly thing. It feels nice.

A/N: I hope I didn't make it too, you know, gruesome or anything. If I did, I didn't mean to. But yeah, this definitely isn't one of my fav chapters or anything. But what can I say? I had writer's block! Please review!