Sorry I didn't update earlier I've been busy. But I'm off school for a bit so I hope to update some more chapters, I've got chapters thirteen, fourteen and fifteen already written but I need to edit them some more- sorry once again. In sixteen I believe the dance will be happening, but things could change.

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Chapter twelve…

Caity x x x

Chapter Twelve: I didn't know you had it in you.

"Lucieeeee! Wake up! I have a date!" Gwen yelled at me, pushing me out of bed and onto the floor. Ouch, bloody welsh cow! Wait, did she say DATE? "WHAT date? WHO WITH?" I babbled loudly, walking over to my wardrobe sleepily.

"Oh, erm just the Ravenclaw." Gwen blushed, avoiding eye contact- since when does Gwen blush?

"Ooh, who?" I laughed, studying my best friend's pyjama clad form, her over sized t-shirt reaching her thighs and her overly-large violent orange, pants skimming over her legs.

"His name's Sam Hadlow." Remarked Rose exiting the bathroom, brushing her teeth as she did so. "Sam?" I asked, "Never heard of the kid? So, whatcha' going to wear?"

"Erm?" Gwen blushed yet again- what's with all this blushing?

I sighed, "Leave it to me."

After an hour's hard work I had both Gwen and Rose ready for their dates. They both looked beautiful, as usual. Just as they left I suddenly realised they had left me to go to Hogsmede on my own… How nice of them. So I quickly threw on some black skinny jeans, a red jumper, my docs, grabbed my bag and left.

Hogsmede was beautiful. It never failed to take my breath away. It is truly magical, no pun intended. Even in the thick fog and heavy rain you could still make out Honeydukes, Zonko's joke shop, and the three broomsticks. I stood at the entrance and stared, it was mesmerising. It was only then that I realise that I was literally freezing. I was shaking. "Cold?" said a familiar drawling voice, I quickly spun round to meet Malfoy's gaze. "Slightly." I chortled. He shrugged his black zipped hoodie off and handed it to me; I took it gingerly and put it over my jumper- it smelted like heaven… No, Lucie it smells like bat's brains… No but seriously. "Better?" Malfoy smirked as he began to walk, I followed.

"Yup." I blushed, colour flooding my cheeks.

"Where are your nerdy little friends?" He chuckled. I shot him an almost playful glare, which made him laugh harder. "Dates." I shrugged.

"And they, erm, left you on your own?" He said, raising his eyebrows.

"I don't mind being on my own." I snapped, over defensively. He raised both of his hands as if he was surrendering. I smiled shyly.

"I never said you minded. Just thought you would be spending time together?" He replied. Then a thought came crashing into my mind, "I'm worried Malfoy." I said suddenly, stopping dead in front of the shrieking shack. "About what?" he replied, taking in his surroundings.

"Amelie? She's going to get her revenge some how- isn't she?" I said in a monotone, staring directly at the pitiful building in front of me.

"Probably." He drawled, looking straight forward. Oh, well isn't he helpful?

"Hmm." I sighed, he looked at me rather strangely, "So where's your girlfriend?" I spat, venomously. Malfoy looked at me, rather surprised at my sudden change of tone.

"Wait. Girlfriend?"

"Melody Le-vance? She was literally throwing herself at you in divination?" I regretted the words as soon as they had left my mouth.

"One. She's not my girlfriend. Two. I never really noticed," Pfft like I believed that, "And three. Even if she was, why would you care?" he drawled, studying me closely.

"I don't. Just merely curious." I replied coolly. And yet again we lapsed into silence; I wouldn't say it was awkward more, cold? Well if you weren't such a bitch, then maybe you wouldn't lapse into silence?

When are you going to get the hint? I don't need you.

Right, you keep telling yourself that. But one day you are going to need I, and guess what? I might not be there.

Well be that if it may, I don't need you now.

I Swear I'm insane.

"Oh there you are!" I heard Gwen squeal from behind me, thank Godric she broke that silence I feared I may die of old age, I spun round to meet her gaze. "He kissed me, Luce, Kissed me? Can you believe someone is interested in me?" she was blushing like crazy, "I just wanted to let you know, I'll fill you in tonight, I promise." Then she sped off, how kind of her to leave me once again, so grateful to have a friend like her… I turned round to meet Malfoy's gaze he was staring at me curiously, "What?" I snapped, looking away from his steely gaze. He suddenly stopped and said defensively, "I'm not allowed to look at you anymore, sorry!" then once again awkwardly cold silence ensued. He cast a glance behind me and stepped closer towards me and grabbed my hand. I glared at him, "There's someone watching us…" He whispered, I began to panic my heart felt like it was going to fall to the floor.

"Well, well, well. NEver expected to see you so soon." Amelie smirked, latching on my hand digging her cat like nails into my flesh causing it to bleed, before you could say 'quidditch' we were lay on the cold rotten wood floor of the shrieking shack, in a pitiful state of a once bedroom area. I stood up and dragged Malfoy to his feet. "I'm sick of your crap! What do you want from me?" I yelled in frustration, "I've done nothing to you! Heck! I haven't seen you before you said you wanted us dead; the only reasons I know who you are is because of pictures! Now you want me dead, where is your logic you despicable wart!" I spat the last words with venom.

"Sweetie, you have met me before I promise you. And your little friend, Gwen? She's important in everything I'm about to say." I listened to her intently. "There is a prophecy which refers to us. Me, You, Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, Your mum, your dad, Gwen and your little sister. But that is not why I want you dead, like I said your parents took the person I love away from me, but they didn't only take him, they took my child. They took her. And now I want revenge? You know why I'm telling you all this? Because I think you deserve to know why your very own auntie wants to kill you. But that's not the only thing that the prophecy refers to-" She was interrupted by Malfoy saying, "The mysterious child. The child that was the mistake. The child who was the outcome of revenge. Yeah I know."

I looked at him bewildered. "What does the prophecy say exactly?" I croaked out, unable to think straight, a child? My parents taking a child? The Malfoys? My sister? This was all too much to handle right now. And to top it off, Malfoy knew about this and never told me was tipping me over the edge. Amelie sighed, running a hand through her black hair, "We can't tell you Lucie, you have to be told by Mr. Malfoy and your mother. When they believe you are ready, they will tell you." She cast me an apologetic look, "Honestly, there is a set date of this battle, the day the worlds collide. But it's not today. I just thought you should know. You looked quite scared." She sounded like she was actually concerned.

"But how come Malfoy knows?" I shot Malfoy a dark look. He rolled his eyes, but remained silent.

"He was told. Of course, Draco would be better prepared; he already knew this would happen. So did Astoria. Heck, so did your mother, Lucie. They have to decide when you are ready and when the time is right you will know." Amelie said monotonously, looking at the wood floor, "You can go." She sighed. I was utterly confused? She was letting us go? Oh well.

Malfoy and I left the shrieking shack in silence, and carried on walking in silence until I finally spat, "You knew why she wanted us and you didn't tell me?" My green eyes darkened and I looked at him coldly.

"Like she said, when the time is right you will be told the prophecy." Malfoy replied, shoving his hands in his jean pockets. I tutted. "Yeah, right. Poor old Lucie, always the last to know." I muttered under my breath and padded back to the castle. I left Malfoy alone almost immediately. I was cold, confused, angry and frustrated. I wanted to yell, to scream, to show them that I should know! Did they not trust me? Did they think I was too immature to handle this, I could sure as hell handle it better than Malfoy, that's for sure? I walked in the dormitory to find it empty. I kicked off my shoes, replaced my jeans with grey joggers and grabbed my book and settled on my bed.

I have a bad feeling about all this.