Sorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry! About the shortness of the last chapter! I had to visit my cousin in hospital! And I wrote it whilst I was in the car on my ipad- so sorry about the mistakes! Forgive me?

Please, review!

Cait.

Chapter six: The woes of Gwendolyn Wills.

I spent most of last night crying over some stupid little misunderstanding- the thing is it wasn't even that bad. I think it's because of anger and frustration. Gwen keeps pestering me about why I'm crying with anger, but I point blank refuse to tell her because, 1. She'd never understand, 2. It's stupid and 3. She'd think I was off my rocker.

But on a happier note, I love Sundays! They're so peaceful. On Sundays everyone minds their own business and does homework in their own common room. It's wonderful. I woke up on this fine Sunday morning feeling rather peaceful, I quickly threw on some grey joggers, a white tee that said "Don't Blink" from a muggle PV show called Doctor who- its fascinating! I love the Pellyvision! I mean, television. Sorry, I'm not one for muggle studies and I shoved on a pair of white converse and grabbed my black hoody and went down to breakfast. "Ahh, she's alive!" Jordy yelled, giving me a bear hug as I sat down. I smiled and piled some scrambled eggs onto my plate along with some bacon and some beans. "Yes! Quidditch starts on Thursday, Luce!" Albus said, walking over to the table with a rota of which house has the pitch when. I nodded and smiled crookedly. Gwen's eyes narrowed, I could see her almond shaped hazel eyes studying me, my pale face, my clothes, my hair- which was in a messy bun- and most importantly my pale green eyes. Rose was pouring herself a goblet of pumpkin juice, whilst reading Gowshawk's guide to herbology- the swat.

"Lucie!" I heard a familiar voice ringing through my brain.. Alice.

"Yup." I drawled, in a unfamiliar thick voice.

"We have to meet dad after lessons on Wednesday, right?" She smiled, her little cronies following behind her, including Albus' little sister Lily, her red hair standing out in the little crowd that has formed around my sister.

"Fine." I said again in that unfamiliar voice, plastering my fake smile on my face. And continuing to eat my breakfast. I could still see Gwen's eyes burning into my skull. Well Gwendolyn staring isn't going to make me tell you what is wrong and why I'm so angry that I start to cry. Between me and you.. Brain I don't know why I was crying but I didn't feel angry or frustrated.. I just felt sad. Strange.

Once I had finished breakfast, I went into my dorm, collected my homework , books, quills, ink, etc. And settled down in a plush red armchair next to the fire. Even Rose's cat, Jules, came and curled around me. It was wonderful. I got loads done in one hour, I got my divination star chart done, my charms work done and my defence against the dark arts done. I was impressed (kind of). I quickly sat up and decided to go for a nice long walk. I love the corridors in Hogwarts, the beautiful staircases which don't always take you to where you want to go, but that's what makes them fascinating. I made my way up to the astronomy tower. Once there, I sat down and just looked at the sky. It was about 12.30 so everyone would be at dinner. The sky had an eerie I'm-about-to-rain look about it, when I thought about it the colour of the clouds were nearly the same colour as Malfoy's eyes- except his has little flecks of blue and brown. Why? Why am I thinking of Malfoy? Because you like him?

No. I don't. I thought I told you to go away?

You can't get rid of me idiot, I'm you too. And just admit it, you are attracted to him, you find him fascinating!

Yes, I find him fascinating. That doesn't mean I'm attracted to him, twat.

You spent last night crying over something pathetic. What does that tell you?

Oh! Go away. I'm pathetic I know. Leave me the fuck alone.

Fine. Have fun. Pathetic bitch.

Right, that's it I have just lost an argument with myself! I need to be transferred to St. Mungos right away. I'm insane.

"How did I know you'd be here?" A voice said behind me, I jumped a mile high- not literally.

"I don't know, Gwen. How did you know I'd be here?" I said, sarcastically.

"Because you go here every time you are troubled about something?" She laughed, I shot her a glare, taking in her appearance. I don't know how I managed to get such a beautiful best friend, I must look like a mountain troll next to her. Her long black hair which reaches her hips- well nearly- her curves are to like die for and she has lovely eyes. I should just kill myself. "I'm not troubled." I spit, looking once again at the sky. I know for a fact she's just rolled her eyes at me.

"Of course you're not." she says in a mocking tone, "You've been moping about for like 24 hours, Luce. Tell me, I'm your best friend. Come on. You can trust me." She adds, sitting next to me looking at me apprehensively. I can't even look at her. Some best friend I am, huh? Should I tell her? No. Lucie you can't.

"I can't tell you Gwen. I wish I could, but I can't." I sigh heavily, watching the rain start to pour onto the ant-size students below, watching the students scurry into shelter with their hoods up and jackets wrapped tightly around them. "Why?" Gwen asks, clearly pitying me.

"I just can't right? I can fight my own battles, Gwen!" I say, my voice rising as I stand up.

"YOU TELL ME RIGHT NOW! LUCIE! THIS ISN'T YOU! WEARING OVERSIZED HOODIES, CRYING, GETTING ANGRY AT ME. THIS ISN'T YOU!" Gwen yelled, "Please, Lucie. Tell me."

"I played with fire." I said calmly, "And I got burnt, right?" I added as I walked away, I know where to go next.

I started to run at break neck speed, through the rain towards the black lake. I stood under the large oak tree by the side of the water, I slowly slid down the trunk of the tree and hastily sat down. I don't care how long it takes to find out who the real Malfoy is, but I'm going to do it. I don't care how many times I get hurt. I need to do this.

Just because I played with fire and got burnt, doesn't mean I have to stop, right?