Two of a Kind:: A Draco Malfoy Romance Chapter 6: Bad Boy, a harry potter fanfic

Two of a Kind

DISCLAIMER: We do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters therein. We do, however, own Persiopeia Black and all other original characters created for this story.

Chapter 6: Bad Boy

Pia's pov

Remember the feelings
Remember the day
my stone heart was breaking
my love ran away
This moment I knew I would be someone else
My love turned around and I felt

I was on cloud nine when Draco lifted his head from my breasts. I couldn't stop moving, thanks to his wonderful technique. For a split second, I wondered if he had ever used it on any other girl, if he had ever used it on Pansy. I shook my head mentally, then set to the task at hand.

You know what they say: 'You show me yours, and I'll show you mine.' Now was my chance to get Malfoy, make him feel like he made me feel.

He had leaned back against the opposite end of the couch. My shirt and bra were strewn somewhere around the room, so I was rather unencumbered. I got up on my knees and crossed the short distance to him. He looked down at me with a strange light in his eyes. When I reached him, he cupped my face in his hands and brought me up to kiss his luscious mouth. I kissed him fiercely. Not only is he the best kisser, he is the only one I've ever kissed. That made it even better.

I pulled away from his lips and gave him the sexiest smile I could manage. I pulled his shirt up and kissed my way down his chest. Draco pulled his shirt off and leaned back, giving me better access to his body. I stopped kissing when I reached his navel. I bit the sensitive skin just between his navel and the waist of his pants. I concentrated on that skin for a while, until I could feel his hips begin to buck. I reached for the snap and fly on his pants, but my shame overcame me at that point.

I became shy and my face grew hot. I'd never done more than kiss a guy before, and somehow, I knew that he knew. Draco leaned forward and kissed my brow, and I knew in that instant that if I stopped, he wouldn't hold it against me, but I didn't want to stop.

Oh, no, on the contrary, I wanted very much continue. I kissed him with renewed vigor and pushed him back against the arm of the loveseat. He knew what was going to happen, and he chuckled the sexy chuckle that I knew he reserved for me. I undid his pants, and pulled them away from his crotch, not really knowing what to expect. I'd only ever seen a male member in science texts, and I was not sure what I should do. Instead of letting my ignorance show, I did what any other self-respecting soon-to-not-be-a-virgin would do: I shot him a flirty smile, licked the tip of his erection, then swallowed what I could.

Big mistake: I gagged at its size, and I almost threw up because I didn't know what to do. Draco lost it at that point, and he cracked up.

"'Pia, its okay, I know that you've never done this before. Truth be told, I might as well be a virgin myself; I haven't touched a girl in real life since I slept with Pansy back in our third year. Needless to say, she hadn't a clue as to what she was doing either. But, Pia, you don't have to do this," he trailed off, reaching down to fix his pants.

"Draco," I croaked. I looked deep into his eyes. They were greener than I had ever seen them. He gave me the warmest smile I had ever seen. "Draco, please. We've got the room of Requirement all to ourselves; why not use it?"

In response, he leaned back and let me at him. This time, I took him into my mouth slowly, deliberately, savoring his texture and taste. I felt the first moisture and pulled back, but he stopped me.

"Don't do that, 'Pia. Keep going. That just tells you how much I like you," he rasped. I put my head back down, and he started thrusting into my mouth, breathing hard. "I'm not going to last much longer, Pia. Keep doing that and I'm going—"

Suddenly he growled and thrust one last time. He flooded my mouth with his creamy essence. I didn't know what else to do, so I swallowed it and kept sucking until he went limp. My throat was parched, and all I could think of was a tall, cold Diet Coke. When I looked up, a table had appeared with a cooler full of my favorite muggle soda. I popped two open and handed one to Draco.

"You're amazing, 'Pia. I think I l—really like you. You are so beautiful," he whispered that last bit.

"You're just saying that in the afterglow," I smirked at him, and I think I was upset that he said that he liked me. Didn't I warrant more than 'like'? "How am I beautiful? Weasley hair and freckles, and I weigh too much," I complained, leaning into him to enjoy what I knew what be our only time together.

"I think its time we face the music," Draco sighed as he finished his soda. He kissed me on my nose and got off the loveseat. He fixed his pants and found my shirt and bra for me. He grabbed his own shirt and pulled it over his head. I sat there dumbfounded for a moment, until reality kicked in: he just wanted a fuck-friend. I stood on shaky legs and threw my own clothes on. We left the Room of Requirement, and as I followed Draco to Professor McGonagall's office, I could feel the tears in my eyes.

Be my bad boy be my man
be my weekend lover
but don't be my friend
You can be my Bad boy
But understand
That I don't need you in my life again

Draco's pov

I almost told Pia that I love her. I know I've fallen for her, hard, but love? Plus, after our morning interlude, I didn't want her to think that I just wanted a fuck-friend. I helped her get ready and we left the Room of Requirement for Professor McGonagall's office to see what would happen about the Zabini incident.

When we reached McGonagall's office, her door was open, and I heard voices coming from it, three voices I knew too well: McGonagall, Snape, and Zabini.

"I don't care what they say; she's mine to do with as I choose. I pushed this match to preserve her honor. Whatever he thinks he saw, it is completely covered by the agreement made by our families. And if you think that you can step in, when the people involved are not even part of your House---" Zabini was speaking when we arrived.

"Don't you even think about threatening me, Mr. Zabini. I am Assistant Headmaster, and as Professor Dumbledore is not here, it is completely within my jurisdiction. I may not have approved of what the Moody impostor did, but I may turn you into a rat for a while if you continue to get on my nerves," Professor McGonagall raised her voice.

"Minerva, I will take care of these three," Professor Snape said. He had seen me out of the corner of his eye, and he motioned for the two of us to enter the room.

"No, Severus, I don't think you will. You are exceedingly lenient with the members of your own House and excruciatingly strict with the members of my own. I want to speak to Miss Black, Mr. Malfoy, and Mr. Zabini myself. You are welcome to stay, of course," McGonagall said in a steely tone. "Mr. Malfoy, care to tell us why you beat Mr. Zabini into unconsciousness?"

I gulped. McGonagall had never liked me, and she had no reason to like Pia, either. "He was harassing 'Pia, and I felt that I needed to step in." I told the truth. It is supposed to set you free, but I don't know…

"Professor, please don't be angry with Dr—Malfoy," Pia broke in. "Blaise Zabini, who has no authority over me, stopped me outside your classroom this morning and harassed me. He wouldn't let me go, and there was no staff around to help me. He's much stronger, and I'm sure that had he not been as threatening in his actions, Malfoy would not have done a thing to help."

I stared goggle-eyed at Pia. She honestly thought I wouldn't lift a hand to help her unless she was in mortal peril. And why won't she call me Draco? She certainly did earlier. I'll never understand girls.

"What exactly are you accusing Zabini of?" Snape hissed at Pia.

"If you were doing your rounds like you're supposed to, you'd've seen him, and protected her!" I shouted at my favorite professor. McGonagall gave me a knowing smile and I about gagged. Am I that transparent?

"Would you like to tell us something?" Snape sneered at me.

"Draco wouldn't have touched Zabini had he not been pawing me and licking my neck!" Pia shouted over all of us.

Pia's pov

"Draco wouldn't have touched Zabini had he not been pawing me and licking my neck!"

I can't believe I said that. I told them what had happened. McGonagall's mouth dropped open. Snape glared first at me, then at Zabini. Zabini raised his hand to slap me. Draco stepped in front of me and Zabini got slugged instead.

"Why would you let him do that? Are you trying to make people believe that you're a rutting sow?" Snape growled at me as he helped Zabini off the floor. Draco was glaring at both Snape and Zabini.

"I wasn't letting him do anything! I couldn't stop him! He's older, stronger—"

Zabini cut me off, "And her fiancée as of this morning." He smiled a vicious little smile at me, and I threw up all over McGonagall's spotless floor. "Had you not disappeared to Merlin knows where after Malfoy attacked me, you'd already know. An owl came in for me last night, and yours is waiting for you, but I thought a morning tryst would be the nicest way to break the news to you."

Draco slugged Zabini again. "You hurt her, and I'll kill you for it, wand or not." Then he turned on his heel and left.

Would you be my bad boy be my man
be my weekend lover
but don't be my friend
You can be my Bad boy
But understand
That I don't need you again
No I don't need you again

Draco' pov

She's engaged, and she didn't tell me. I almost made love to her. She gave me the best feeling I'd ever had, and she's engaged to that git. God damn the woman. She's no virgin, not being engaged to Zabini. Why didn't she tell me!

GOD DAMN HER!

Well, if that's how it's going to be, might as well enjoy it. I'm not in love with her. It was just hormones. I might as well take care of that next time Pansy offers. She is my fiancée, after all, and while she may not be anything to look at, my imagination is quite good, and at least she's willing and experienced.

I dragged myself to my classes after I stormed out of McGonagall's office. If I went back to my common room, I'd just do things that I shouldn't. Like sleep with anything willing.

I got through my classes and I finally ended up in the Great Hall for dinner. Mistake, that. When I got down there, Pia – Persiopeia, rather – was seated in Zabini's lap, and she looked to be enjoying herself. I walked by and I wasn't going to say anything, but she looked me in the eye, and I lost it.

"You slagging bint! Who the hell do you think you are? You're the miserable get of your mother's dalliance with a muggle-loving Weasley! I hope he beats the hell out of you, and I've already arranged for you to go home and see your loving father this weekend, as congratulations on your engagement. And don't worry, I've filled him in on all of your activities, especially your, shall we say, extra-curriculars?" I sneered as I passed by, but my voice got louder as I passed them, and I know the entire school body heard what I said. I reached my usual seat and lifted Pansy in her entire girth onto my lap and kissed her to within an inch of her life. She reached a chubby hand into the front of my robes and fondled me. I don't know how, but my erection finally responded and she gave a delighted squeal and whispered that I should leave my door unlocked tonight. I kissed her again and she slid down into her usual seat between Crabbe and me. I looked towards Pia, who was still ensnared in Zabini's lap, and I could tell that he had a hand in her robes, trying to slip into her pants. She was trying to wriggle out of his reach, and I began to feel sorry for her.

'Don't feel sorry for her,' I told myself. 'She's just playing hard to get for him.'

I finished my meal and left the common room. I hadn't paid Pansy anymore attention, and as a result, she was busily snogging Crabbe while her hand had found Goyle's crotch. What a whore. And unfortunately, she was my fiancée.

I trudged up to my dorm and sacked out in my bed. I felt sleep take me before I could think about anything else, but as my eyes closed, I felt a tear trickle down my cheek.

You once made this promise
To stay by my side
But after some time
You just pushed me aside

Pia's pov

What the hell just happened? Does Draco think I wanted to be engaged to Zabini? He and I just had one of the most amazing make-out sessions in the history of making-out. He threatened to kill Zabini if he hurts me, then stormed out of the room.

After Draco left, Snape took Zabini aside for a lecture on proper behavior with one's fiancée on school grounds and McGonagall asked me to stay a minute to speak with her.

Before he left with Snape, though, Zabini had more to say to me. "As soon as you're done, I'll be waiting for you. I'll walk you to your next class, and you'll be dining with me from now on." He walked towards the door and as he passed me he said one more thing, just for my ears: "Your father said I'd have to beat some sense into you. You better catch on quick, because unlike Draco or some of the other boys you've been with, I'm not afraid to break you."

I felt my face go white, and McGonagall raised her eyebrows at me, a silent question. I forced myself to blush, and after he had left, I told McGonagall that he'd just said something naughty. I don't think she believed me, though.

"Miss Black, I knew your uncle quite well. I know that there is no love lost between you and Mr. Potter, but I think that you should make an effort to at least be civil to him and his friends. Zabini is going to be hard on you, and they may be able to help you. I don't know that you'll be able to depend on Mr. Malfoy. He is engaged to Miss Parkinson, and I fear that if you rely on him, she will make your life here nothing short of hell. And I know that you are not of my House, but let me tell you something: I was almost put into Slytherin House. The only reason that I was not is because I trace my line back to the original Gryffindor," she looked at me as I opened my mouth, "And one last thing: don't trust anyone, except Mr. Malfoy."

"You just contradicted yourself, Professor," I said uncertainly. Didn't she just say that I couldn't rely on Malfoy?

"Did I really? Or do you need to read between the lines? Now scoot to class."

I left her office silently, praying to whatever gods there were that Zabini would have forgotten me. I think I used up all my prayers by being with Draco earlier, because Zabini was waiting for me with his eyes blazing.

"What did you tell her? I know spells that will make it look like you've never been healthier, so help me, Persy. You better not spread anything, or I'll send you straight to your father, with a note that you tried to refuse me. Not that you'd succeed," he hissed in my ear, his breath rancid with his breakfast and the potion Madam Pomfrey had given him after Draco had knocked him out.

"I didn't say a thing to her, Zabini," I said in a low voice, fighting back tears. I know I pissed my parents off all the time, but to engage me to the boy that had raped Pansy Parkinson, who had a reputation for beating on his girlfriends, and who knew how to hit where it wouldn't show – I couldn't believe it. Zabini grabbed my arm and marched me towards my charms classroom, where Flitwick had undoubtedly started the lesson already.

"Its Blaise, you slag. And don't think I don't know that you gave it up to Malfoy. Just you wait; I'll get what I want. I'll not be marrying you before I try you out," he shoved me into the classroom, and I stumbled as I entered, ending up on my arse in front of the whole class.

"Miss Black, if you are not going to make an effort to be on time, at least make an effort to not disturb us all when you finally decide to show up," Flitwick hissed at me. He must have already been in a bad mood, because he was one of the professors that was always kind, even to Slytherins. I slinked to a seat in the back, rubbing the arm Zabini had dragged me here by.

I managed to avoid Zabini until the end of my last class of the day. It was after potions, which after all these years, for some reason, Slytherins have with Gryffindors. I got stuck sitting with Hermione Granger, who ignored me. At least it was better than sitting with my House members, who had adamantly taken Pansy's side after hearing about how I 'seduced' Draco while becoming engaged to Zabini, the 'love of Pansy's life'. The worst the mudblood did was refuse to help me when my potion blew up and singed my left eyebrow and half of my right eyebrow off. I couldn't remember the charm to fix the situation, and I ended up having to walk to the front of the class and beg Snape to fix it for me. He showed the first compassion I'd ever seen and did the charm for me, then wrote it out for me, explaining how I could change one or two of the words in case I ever needed it for something else.

After potions, I didn't see Zabini at first. I was trudging out after Hermione; I still wasn't her friend, but she'd apologized for not helping me with the charm. That was a start. I had my head down, and Hermione saw him first. She hissed at me to run the other way, but I didn't catch on until it was too late. He caught me. Hermione tried valiantly to cover for me, but Zabini was having none of it.

"Blaise, I'll bring 'Pia with me after we finish our—" she began, but he cut her off.

"No, Hermione, I don't think so. Persy here needs to eat. As you can tell," he said, pinching my rather fleshy upper arm, "She's wasting away to nothing. Besides, Gryffindors and Slytherins don't hang out, now do they?"

Hermione gave me a look of pity, then dashed to catch up with Potty and the Weasel.

Zabini glared at me, and he didn't let my arm go. He pinched it harder, and I cried out in pain. He slapped me so hard my head snapped back. I shut my mouth, and he spoke.

"Hiding behind Gryffindors, now are we, Persy?"

"Don't call me 'Persy'!" I shouted.

CRACK!

"Every time you disobey me, you'll get another one. I don't know how long it'll take before you pass out, but maybe I'll get the chance to find out later. Now, darling, let me heal you. You really must not be so clumsy. Those cauldrons are absolutely awful to fall into," Zabini cast a rather mediocre healing spell that did nothing for my pain, but made it look like I'd just been crying or laughing too hard. "Now take my arm, and we'll head to dinner. It really is a pity that I'll have to owl your father that you've been consorting with Gryffindors. I may not be there to protect you from him."

I tried to pull my arm from his. Big mistake.

CRACK!

My head was spinning from the pain. I relented and let him lead me down to the Great Hall. When we got there, he tried to pull me onto his lap. I resisted, and got a nasty pinch for my efforts.

"You'll get double later, for every time you disobey while we're in public! You will learn to obey me, you bint!" he hissed at me. I let him guide me onto his lap. I looked around for someone, anyone who would help me. I even tried to find Hermione's bushy mane, hoping that she'd bring her friends and save me.

'Fat chance,' I thought, 'No way they'll help me. Not after this morning and all those times before.'

Finally, I saw Draco enter the Hall. I knew he was mad, because he'd avoided me all day. But no matter what else I thought of, I knew that he was probably my only chance of rescue. I thought he was going to miss me, because his head was down. As he passed me, though, his head came up, and I tried to catch his eye.

That was probably the biggest mistake I'd made all day.

"Not now, you whore," he hissed in my ear. I sighed and felt the tears well up in the back of my eyes. I gave up and reached for my plate. Before I could reach it, though, Zabini pushed it towards the middle of the table, and a green hand snaked up to take it. That was how the school house-elves cleared the tables. "Ah, lovely, Persy, but I told you that no matter how big you get, I'll always treasure you."

I was sick to my stomach with how Zabini was treating me. His friends just laughed and laughed at the spectacle. I wanted to cry, but I knew that I'd pay for it later. I gave up on eating and tried to remember how much food I had in the small cooler I was allowed to keep in my room, a special privilege for prefects, who often got called out of meals or missed them entirely.

Zabini forced his hand into my robe, trying to get into my pants. I was too worn out to fight him off at that point. I just let him do whatever, and tried to think about how I'd feel if Draco were the one whose lap I was sitting in, whose body I felt against mine. Zabini finally made it into my pants, but my body recognized him as the intruder he was and refused to dampen for him. He pinched the lips of my poor vagina hard, and the tears came down.

He finally let me up, and I all but raced to the girls' bathroom. I stayed there for an hour, but he was waiting for me. He walked me back to my room, and I managed to keep him out of my room. he screamed at me through the door, but after half an hour, I finally heard the angry retreat of his footsteps.

As I undressed to shower, I though came to me: as I left the Great Hall, I'd heard Pansy tell Draco not to lock his door. I knew that Pansy would be otherwise occupied with Crabbe or Goyle or perhaps even Zabini, so I decided to take a chance.

I showered quickly, threw my hair into what I thought could be considered a sexily messy bun, and threw a bathrobe over my sheerest, sexiest lingerie.

I had to find a way to bring Draco back around to me, to bring him back to his senses.

You never thought that a
Girl could be strong
Now I'll show you
How to go on

Draco's pov

I was almost fully asleep when I saw a hand snake in my door and hit the light. I figured it was Pansy. I forced my eyes to open all the way, and I waited to see what she had planned. I half sat up on bed, but she didn't turn the light back on. I heard light footsteps come across the room to my bed, and I smelled an intoxicating blend of shampoo, a vanilla body wash, and something that made me feel comforted. My body jerked in response, and I involuntarily uttered one word.

"'Pia?" Shit! Pansy will kill me. She's going to kill me for calling her 'Pia'.

"Shh," she said, and I heard her come closer, felt the bed sag a bit in response to the extra weight. I waited and waited for what seemed an eternity. Never before had I been so aroused by the thought of Pansy. She leaned in to kiss me, and she tasted of vanilla, Diet Coke and…

"'Pia! It is you, 'Pia, isnt' it?" I rasped. I was so angry, but I couldn't stop myself. My arms reached out to her, and my body pleaded for her. I hardened to the point of pain.

I heard a whispered spell, and a soft light infused the two of us. It was Pia. She was wearing nothing but a sheer black bra and the smallest pair of black lace knickers I had ever seen. She looked at me with the most beautiful green eyes I had ever seen. She leaned in and gave me the gentlest kiss I had ever received.

"Draco, I don't know how to say this, but I think I'm in love with you. How can I make it up to you for all the other things that happened today? Can I prove to you that I've never been touched by anyone but you?" she breathed into my mouth as we kissed. "Would you please let me prove it to you?"

I could feel the tears coming down her cheeks as we kissed, and I could feel them mingling with my own. I thumbed them away. "I'm so sorry, 'Pia. Those things I said earlier, I didn't mean a word of it, I—"

"Shh, my love. Now's not the time for talk. The spell I cast on Pansy will only last until morning. I couldn't cast it on Blaise, so if he goes to my room to find me tonight, everything will be for naught," she whispered as I felt her hands trail down towards my waist. "Please let me show you."

"'Pia, you don't have to do this. Just stay here with me tonight, let me sleep next to you and wake up to that wonderful, red hair," I was pleading with her. I didn't want her to think that she had to prove herself.

"Draco, please, I need to do this as much as you need to know this. I've been touched by no one but you. I want to give myself to you, give this once in a lifetime experience to you. I know that come morning, there'll be a price to pay, but please!" She pleaded with me. I couldn't say no to her when she gave me that look. I trailed my hands down her cheeks to her neck, roughly bringing her closer to me. I wrapped my arms around her, savoring the feeling of her body crushing against mine. I slipped her robe down over her shoulders, laying her back against a mound of pillows I conjured up for her.

She whimpered as I slid her panties down. She turned her face into a pillow to muffle the sounds, but I turned her back to face me. I kissed her and I saw that her blush was the full-body type. I knew in that moment that I loved her, and I told her so.

"'Pia, my 'Pia, I love you so much. Tomorrow, I'll owl my parents. They'll contact the Parkinsons, and I'll go with you to talk to your parents. We'll be together, I promise you!" I wanted to fix everything, to start our life together; I was ready to promise her the moon, and I felt that with her by my side, I could pluck it from the sky for her.

She kissed me back fiercely, and soon all the talking had stopped. I cast a sound-muffling spell on the room.

"You can make all the noise you like, my love. You and I are going to have the best, longest night either one of us has ever had," I said, and I started to cast a contraception charm, but she stopped me.

"Don't, Draco. Next time; but this time, I want it to be just you and me, no magic. If we make a child, no one can pull us apart, right?" she questioned me, and her eyes were bright. I nodded, but I knew that before I entered her a second time, I'd have to cast the charm. Without it, we would be putting our entire lives on the line. I smiled and kissed her.

We played with one another, toying until full readiness. When she was wet enough to reduce the friction to pleasure and mild pain that would only heighten our pleasure, I slipped into her. She was so tight, I thought I'd lose it right then. I slid in and out slowly until I met with the slightest barrier that told me what I felt I'd known all my life: she was mine, all mine, and she'd been waiting for me like I had waited for her. I felt guilt wash over me as I thought of losing it to Pansy, but Pia read my mind.

"Don't worry about Pansy. She took advantage of you, and this is the first time you have actually made love," she said as she kissed me. That was all I needed.

I slid into her and broke through the barrier as I kissed her deeply. Her gasp at that first taken was captured for all time in a kiss. I knew I wouldn't last long, but I did my best to hold out until she came. I was rewarded when she groaned and I felt her channel tighten around me. I let myself go, and I came at the same time. I kept pumping until I went limp, then I practically collapsed on her.

"I'm that good, am I?" she laughed, taking in the sweat that was pouring down off my forehead. She kissed me deeply and pushed at me until I was lying on my side, gazing at her as I ran my hands up and down her body.

"You are amazing," I breathed, savoring the smell and taste of love with my Pia.

Be my bad boy be my man
be my weekend lover
but don't be my friend
You can be my Bad boy
But understand
That I don't need you in my life again

Pia's pov

"I guess you're the bad boy I fall in love with, aren't you?" I smiled as I heard Draco's breathing become regular. We had made love many times that night, and I could feel the dawn approaching. I knew that I had to savor the little bit of time we had left before I had to race back to my room.

"Yeah, but you get to keep me. In any case, I'm not going to let anyone get you. You're all mine, now," he said as he half-dozed. I f Zabini had said that, I would have cringed, and I definitely would have thrown up. With Draco, it made me feel safe and secure, protected by his love.

"Oh, my love, what will we do about Zabini and Pansy?" I said as I rose to gather my robe. The bra and panties were utterly destroyed. I chunked them in Draco's wastebasket, hoping the house-elves wouldn't carry tales.

"We'll fix everything. But you have to promise me, that no matter what happens, you'll trust me. We may have to play it cool for a while, but I love you and only you. And perhaps we should figure out who should show up where regarding our sleeping arrangements," he said as he reached towards me, trying to pull me back to bed. I gave him a dirty look. "I don't mean that I want to fuck your brains out all the time. I just want to be near you. And if Zabini hurts you, you tell me. I'll kill him, just say the word, and he's done for." Draco growled that last part.

Relieved, I leaned down and kissed him soundly before I left the room.

"You're my bad boy."

"And you're my bad girl. Now scoot and try to get some rest before you have top get something to eat. I noticed that you didn't get anything into you last night at supper. I left when I saw that; I couldn't keep myself from killing him for it if I had stayed.

AN: Sorry about this chapter. It was hard for me to write this. I had an abusive boyfriend in the past. I kind of based Zabini on him. If anyone who reads this is in an abusive relationship, or if you know someone who is, please get help or help that person to get help. Not everyone is as lucky as I managed to be.

Love to all of you who stuck it out. There are many twists and turns to come, and I'm relatively sure that this will have a happy ending.

One last thing, a poll to get your insights: Should Pia and Draco :

become friends with the golden trio and Ginny

continue to be enemies with the golden trio and Ginny

be friends with Hermione and Ginny, but only tolerate Harry and Ron

message us and let us know

love, Brenna of the separate-sisters

ps: the song for this chapter is "Bad Boy" by Cascada, off of the "Every Time We Touch" album