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"Well Blake, watch and learn, because she will be mine, no girl has turned me down yet…" Drew said, watching her chat with the teachers, in hopes of finding out what house she was in.

She had the most beautiful smile, and she didn't even notice him, he felt small, he wanted her to want him, he needed her to need him.

This was the beginning of an obsession…

Now…

Andrea had adjusted rather quickly, having friends helped. She loved talking to Casie, and she could say almost anything to her. They talked for hours the first few days, learning everything about each other, Casie said she played Quidditich and she hoped to be captain next year. She was into good grades, but not really obsessive, she was hoping to be a professional Quidditich player when she finished school.

Andrea told her about her parents, about how she had to move here, of course, Casie had heard about Andrea's mom, everyone knew the names of the people who helped defeat Voldemort. But it turns out that Casie's dad was rather well known too, for Quidditich obviously.

Then there was Alex, he was kind of hard to fit in a category, he was exceptionally well at Herbology, he said he inherited it from his father, who was only good at Herbology, nothing else. He said that he liked to draw though, and that he wanted to be somewhat of an artist when he was older. Many people didn't approve, because well, it was a Muggle thing, they didn't want a non-moving painting when they could have a picture. But he still kept his hopes.

"Maybe…I can show you one sometime…" he had said shyly, and she glanced down at his knapsack, which held his famous black sketch book, he had several, but this was his current one, it went everywhere with him. Andrea, of course, agreed that she would love to see his pictures, and had to leave to class.

Andrea had gotten used to the moving staircases, which had freaked her out a little when she first got here, I mean, what if you were stepping off of one, then it moved and you fell, right to the bottom? You could really get hurt! Then there was that third step she could never remember to avoid, and she would be stuck there until someone came to help her.

She hurried up the stairs, her feet making a little pitter patter sound on the hard stone. Suddenly she tried to step up, and pain shot up her right leg, she glanced down, and sure enough, she had stepped right into the trap stone. "Ugh!" she screamed, frustrated as she pulled at her leg, it didn't move.

"Hey you, need some help?" a male voice said almost flirty yet not, she could almost hear the smirk in the voice as she didn't bother looking up, and focused on trying to wrench her leg free. "No thanks I already have enough problems as it is, I keep getting stuck in this and now I'm going to be late for class," she said sarcastically, and felt someone's hand on her back, she stiffened, and froze as she watched a hand move down to her leg. The hand was muscular, and had a small scar on it, from the base of the pinkie finger, onto the hand about an inch long.

The voice muttered a quick spell, and pulled quickly on her foot, she gasped, bracing herself for the pain, but non came. She looked down at her freed foot, and looked up to say thanks but the person was gone. Her brow furrowed in confusion, but she didn't think to hard about it, she was going to be late to Charms.

She raced down the hallways, and reached her class, barely in enough time, she clutched her side, and breathed in deeply, it was a long sprint to class from the staircases. There she found Alex waiting for her, his eyes trailed to her bright red ankle. "Get stuck in the staircase again?" he said with his eyebrow raised, her cheeks flushed a bright red. "Maybe…" she muttered quietly and they both snuck a smile at each other.

Where ever she went, she felt someone's eyes on her, it gave her a creepy feeling, she couldn't explain it, but she never found who was staring at her. She heard a noise by the door, and a tall figure stood in the doorway. The feeling came back as the figure stepped into the light, and walked into the room casually. She had seen this boy before, he had flaming red hair, a handsome face, and a face that if you weren't careful, could keep you daydreaming about it for a whole class period.

He was the boy from the train, with the bold brown eyes, he was Drew…

Drew…

Drew strolled into class, not caring that he was late, he didn't have a reason to care, even when they had partners, he always had several people asking to be his. When he got in, his eyes quickly scanned the room, he found her, the girl from the beginning of school, Andrea…

He scowled in frustration, as he saw she already had a partner, Longbottom. Couldn't she see how he was flirting with her? How he would reach over for something, then 'accidentally' brush her arm, or hand? Was she blind? Or maybe she liked it…he studied her face, she was oblivious, typical.

Drew walked over to Blake, and was partners with him, they were working on turning a shoe, into a goblet, and let me tell you, it wasn't working out to well. Drew was trying, and his attention kept going back to her, to Andrea, and he couldn't focus. First it turned into all sorts of things, finally it was turning into recognizable objects.

Blake had succeeded, and was now staring at his best friend, amused. He followed his friends gaze, which landed upon that new girl, Andrea, he stared at her a lot, Blake noted. "She is being so nice to him!" Drew burst out, and Blake shrugged, as Drew went into a mini rant, on how she was 'encouraging' him to do what he wanted. Blake smirked inwardly, he knew that his friend was jealous. He wanted what he couldn't have.

"Why are you do angry?" Adam asked, from a nearby table, as he tried one more time, his shoe turned into a bright pink goblet, his face turned as pink as the goblet. And then he realized it, "Oh! Checking out the new girl? Nice, but looks like Longbottom's already got dibs, she is untouchable,"

"She doesn't have a boyfriend!" Drew said defensively, causing Adam to shrug, "Not right now at least…" he said as they all watched the couple seemingly flirt back and forth, laughing and smiling.

Andrea

The feeling was back, it never went away lately, she tried to ignore it as she worked on turning her brand new shoes into an ugly goblet. How she thought, was that it should be the other way around, you could never have to many shoes.

Alex was a good partner, they laughed and joked, and worked until they got it right. She finally looked up, and saw Drew sitting at his desk, in deep discussion with his peers. He was the popular boy, he would never talk to her, unless to make fun of her. She wouldn't stand it, she saw the way he talked to his friends, the boy on the train.

He was a bully, she knew his type, thought they were all that. Cocky, and everything, she hated guys like that. She tried to take her mind off of it again, and finally succeeded in getting her shoes into a goblet.

"Good job!" Alex said, his eyes wide, as he attempted to get it to work himself, but no luck, it sort of turned into a goblet, more like a bowl with a stick at the bottom, but it was effort that counted.

"Here you do it like this," she said, grabbing his hand and showing him how to move the wand, and her cheeks tinted slightly as she realized how weird it must look for her to be holding onto his hand, he tried once more, and it turned into a bright copper goblet.

She smiled at him, and then looked over at Drew, and saw his death glare at her, chills ran down her back…

Author's note: the next chapter will be out soon!