Author's Note: I've decided to post all the chapters that I have so far. The rest of the chapters will be up later this week. Can you believe it three chapters in one day.

Disclaimer: The only thing Harry Potter that I own is merchandise.

I was not looking forward to the next day, but knew it was inevitable. The other girls didn't say anything to me. During breakfast they didn't eat with Maria and me.

"What's wrong with the others?" I asked barely eating any food.

"They're just mad that you didn't tell them what's going on, and I refuse to tell them," stated Maria as if it were the most mundane thing.

"They can feel hurt, but is it really worth avoiding us?" I asked skeptically. I then began eating some porridge and buttery. It seemed like it was the only thing that my body wanted to eat.

"You just can't resist Scottish things?" asked Maria shaking her head.

"What are you talking about?" I asked genuinely confused.

"What you're eating porridge and buttery, you know, a popular Scottish morning dish," elaborated Maria smartly.

I dropped my spoon and at the moment I locked eyes with Oliver up the table. My hand went to my mouth in an effort to fight what was trying to come up, and I flew from the Great Hall.

I always hated throwing due to the bad things it did you your voice. I also felt guilty after doing it. When I was finished expelling the contents of my stomach I did a cleaning spell on my mouth, and put in some iceberg mints just to be sure. Once in front of the mirror I saw how pale I looked; I could even see small dark circles under my eyes.

Maria was still in the Great Hall when I went back there. She also had my bag.

"Where did you get it from?" I asked taking it.

"Harry asked me to give it to you," replied Maria.

I looked down the table to see Harry with some other first years. I got up and went to him. "Thanks for my bag Harry," I said.

"It's no problem," he smiled back. Then his smile disappeared. "Are you feeling better?" he asked in a hushed tone.

"To be honest I'm not," I confessed. "I feel and look like shit at the moment," I said trying to joke about it. This was true though. I had barely brushed my hair, my clothes were a bit wrinkled, I was pale, I had dark circles, and I had just thrown up.

"Things will get better," Ron said from his seat.

"I hope so," I said. "Harry I wanted to apologize for interrupting practice last night," I then said.

"It's all right. To be honest I was glad that Wood canceled the rest of it. I wish we ended it due to other reasons though," he said.

"Great he ended practice early," I mumbled feeling even worse.

The bell rang, and students began getting up. I waved bye to Harry and Ron before going back to Maria. As I saw members of the Gryffindor quidditch team leave the hall I made sure to apologize. All of them gave me some variation of not to worry about it and if I was okay. Each time I told them what I told Harry.

Maria and I parted so I went to Ancient Runes by myself. Taylor was all ready at our seats. When I got there he stood up and hugged me. I silently let the tears fall down my face. Taylor wiped all of them away then softly kissed me. He asked me what was wrong, and I told him that I didn't want to talk about it; he didn't press it any further.

On our way to Potions he dragged me to an empty classroom and began kissing me. At first it was delicate, but soon it became forceful. I tried to push him off but he had a tight grip on my arms that only got tighter. My head began to spin from lack of air, and I expected to pass out at any moment. Taylor pulled away feeling me going limp in his arms. He looked at me; he looked at me with that intense gaze of his.

"Why do you keep doing this to me," I asked weekly. My head was still spinning.

"You have no idea how perfect you are," said Taylor. "You have no idea how frustrated I am. I'm tired of these soft kisses, and I'm tired of light snogs," confessed Taylor.

"We've been dating for over three weeks, and still haven't shagged," darkly said Taylor.

"Is that the only reason why you wanted to date me?" I asked finding my voice.

"Of course not, but I have liked you for a while now, and I know that you've liked me for even longer. I thought we would have all ready done it by now," admitted Taylor.

"I don't think I can do it yet," I mumbled. "So if you want to break up with me then do it," I said loudly.

Taylor let go of me, and looked at me as if it was for the first time." Do you honestly think that I would break up with you because of that?" yelled Taylor.

I flinched at this. I had let all my fears twist my thoughts of Taylor, and I felt ashamed.

"No, don't be scared. I won't hurt you," assured Taylor pulling me in for a hug.

"I'm going to be late I said," numbly.

"Do you want me to walk you," asked Taylor.

"I'm fine, you can go to class," I said trying to smile. Without another look at me Taylor left the room. I sat there for a bit, and then continued to Potions. I was late, and Snape made sure to take full advantage of it.

"Late Ms. Finnigan ten points from Gryffindor," drawled Snape. I walked to my seat then gave a sigh.

"Two points from Gryffindor for Ms. Finnigan interrupting class.

"Sir the only thing that I did was sigh," I pointed out.

"Another five points from Gryffindor, do you have anything else to say smirked Snape.

"As a matter of fact I do. You have to be the most pathetic teacher here at school. All you ever do is mope around being antisocial. You walk around like you have something shoved right deep up your arse, and you're so prejudiced against Gryffindor it's sad. That whole over-gelled looked is way out of style if it was ever in, and maybe you wouldn't seem so pasty if you wore another color besides black," I said as if discussing the weather.

FIFTY POINTS FROM GRYFFIND AND MS. FINNIGAN YOU HAVE EARNED DETENTION WITH ME EVERYDAY FOR THREE WEEKS AT SIX TO TEN STARTING TONIGHT," roared Snape turning a dark red.

The class was silent. No one made a single word. I could tell that Maria wasn't even breathing. I on the other hand was engaged in a death stare with Snape. Finally he turned telling the class to brew a potion that was on some page.

When I finished mine I corked some in a vile, and gave it to Snape. He smirked then dropped it. "Ooops it would appear that I have accidentally dropped your potion, and it would appear that you have all ready cleaned your cauldron. I guess you will have to get a zero," Snape said smirking.

"Good thing I corked another in case such a situation like this were to occur." I smiled at the look on Snape's face. He was obviously livid, but didn't show it. I made sure he safely put my vile away with the others before going back to my seat.

"Are you all right? You seem to be more out of it then I would have expected," Maria told me on our way to Herbology.

"I'm not okay Maria, everything has spiraled out of control, and I don't even know what to think of Taylor anymore. I should have known that when I start to change my life would get worse," I said almost in tears.

"Well you do sit next to him so this will be a challenge," pointed out Maria. "Try not to think too much about it, and I'm sure everything will work out fine," she advised.

I went into Herbology with my head held high, and a feeling of determination. I was not going to think about Taylor's new behavior, I was not going to fret about the girls' attitudes, and I was not going to stay sad. Scott and John waved at me and gave big goofy smiles when I blew them each a kiss. Carol, Sarah, and Nina all ignored me when I said hello. I didn't care though. I took my seat next to Taylor trying not to act strange.

Professor Sprout had us work in pairs. Our job was to excrete the juice out of a practically nasty plant. This plant had thorns on it and trashed around giving a shrill cry whenever someone tried to touch it. In a way I was glad that we were working on this brutish plant, it gave me an excuse to be rough and release some of my pint of anger.

"Excellent work Ms. Finnigan. Fifteen points to Gryffindor for your vigor and focus on this assignment," called Professor Sprout as she walked by me.

"Do you want to hang out after our classes?" Taylor asked me narrowly avoiding getting hit by the plant.

"Sorry I have detention with Snape," I said using a book to batter the plant.

"We can hang out tomorrow then," he said smiling.

"Actually I have detention with Snape everyday for the next three weeks from six to ten," I informed him. Just then one of the stems hit me on the side of my head. The thorns made contact with my head and I knew I would start bleeding soon.

"Shit you're been hit," cursed Taylor.

"Thanks for the observation Captain Obvious," I said before I could stop myself. I then felt something warm sliding down my face and knew it was blood. It really didn't bother me much. I just used a simple spell to heal myself and continued with my task.

"We need to talk after this," whispered Taylor looking around. I had no idea why he was acting so furtive, but didn't really care to ask him. Professor Sprout gave me another fifteen points saying she saw my little healing work.

After class I said bye to Maria and the boys before allowing Taylor to take me to wherever we were going. Turns out it was an empty classroom not too far from where Wood caught us snogging. I wondered why Hogwarts had so many rooms that were never used.

"What's your problem?" Taylor rounded on me once he closed the door. "You're been acting odd since yesterday, and all of a sudden your friends aren't talking to you."

"They're mad because I told Maria about a little tiff I got into with Wood last night. She won't tell them what I told her so they're shunning both of us now," I said lazily.

"So what happened with Wood?" asked Taylor.

"Nothing much we got in an argument that resulted in him getting a broken nose, and me hurting my hands. I felt bad for what I did, so I fixed it, and then I left." I hoped that this outline would be enough for Taylor.

"What did you argue about?" he asked.

"It doesn't matter its over," I answered dismissingly.

"What did you argue about?" this time Taylor took a step closer to me.

"Just drop it." To be honest I was tired of the whole thing. Why couldn't he just accept that the event was in the past. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I hadn't realized Taylor was so close until he spoke again.

"I'm going to ask one last time. What did you argue about?" Something in Taylor's voice seemed dangerous. I had a bad feeling about this. For the first time I was scared of him. An air of danger thickened the room sending me little electric sparks. With each spark my mind yelled for me to run, but I couldn't. I was rooted to where I was standing.

"Please, I'm tired of this, just stopping asking," I sighed. As soon as I finished the sentence I knew it was the wrong thing to say. Taylor's hand slapping my face only confirmed this. I fell to floor, not out of the force of the blow, but with surprise. I sat on the floor not able to come to terms with what had just happened.

"Get up," ordered Taylor. When I just still sat there he grabbed me by my hair. I gave a yelp at this action before being slammed into a wall. I winced when I came into contact with the hard, smooth surface. "Now you listen, this never happened. I can't have people knowing about my anger problems."

I didn't respond I just looked to the side. Taylor dug his nails onto both sides of my arm. His grip got tighter and tighter until I knew he broke skin. He then began to shake me hard. "Are you listening to me?," he barked. I finally looked at him. He had that same intense look on his face. This time though it reflected a monster.

"I would expect this kind of behavior out of a Slytherin." I know what you're thinking. Is this seriously the first thing I said since this nightmare had started?

"I'll let you in on a little secret darling," Taylor said leaning in towards my ear, "That was the first place the Sorting Hat thought of putting me." He then pushed his weight against me, and captured my lips. This kiss was full of animosity. Whenever I gave a squeak of pain from him biting my lips or tongue I could feel him grin. "You taste scrumptious, love" Taylor said when he broke away. I tried to knee him, but he got away in time. I was rewarded with a punch to my face. My head hit the wall behind me and I slid down the wall.

I laid there with my eyes closed trying not to think of my pounding head. I then thought of my wand. I went to get it from my back, but hands stopped me. The wood was pulled out my hand after that. Wood. This whole thing was his fault, at least that's what I wanted to believe, but I knew it wasn't. The bell rang saying that my break was over. I opened my eyes to see Taylor inches from my face. He leaned in, but I dove to the side.

I tried so desperately to run to the door; I would have made it to if Taylor hadn't sprinted towards me. In an instant he had me turned around, and his hand around my throat. I sputtered trying to get him to stop. Once again I tried to knee him. He avoided the blow and tightened his grip. He then placed my wand behind my ear.

"You know blue isn't a nice color on you," calmly stated Taylor. He then let me go. I greedily sucked in lung fulls of oxygen. Before I had enough though, my lips were once again being attacked. "Remember to be a good girl and not tell anyone about our little actions," whispered Taylor when he pulled away. "If so I might have to punish you," he sweetly said. To prove his point he whipped out his want and pressed it to my right wrist. I immediately hissed, and snatched my arm away when I felt a burning sensation. To my disbelief I saw a small circle burned on my skin. I knew that mark would forever be there, reminding me of this.

"Well don't want to be late so I'll see you later love," smiled Taylor. He brought a hand to my hair but I swatted it away, he left after that.

The first thing I thought about was his smile. It was the same one that I was drawn to. It was the same one that filled me up with giddiness. It was also the same one that belonged to a deranged psycho. Then all at once it hit me. Everything hit me, and I cried. I cried for not being able to in front of Taylor. I cried for all the people that went through this. I didn't want to go to class, so I took myself to the quidditch pitch.

When I got there two people were flying about. I felt a bit envious of them as I sat down. They were up there with all there bad emotions being replaced with ones of exhilaration. It wasn't until the two flew lower that I realized it was George and Fred. Once the two spotted me they touched back town and trotted over.

"What the-"

"Bloody hell-"

"Happened-"

"To you," they finished at the same time.

"Magical mishap," I answered nonchalantly. On the inside I was scolding myself. I should have gone to a bathroom before going back in public. Oh well, what's done is done I thought.

"Fat chance," one of them said.

"Can you guys do something so I can distinguish the two of you?" I asked looking from one to the other.

"Fred has a little mole on his ear," I assumed that one to be George then. I looked to the other one and allowed my eyes to roam his body until I found a light brown flat mole.

"I guess I'll have to look for that then." So much did I want to hide away in the Shrieking Shack. To my utter disappointment I knew that I couldn't.

"Wanna have a go on my broom?" suddenly asked Fred. I could tell this was the only thing he could think of at the moment. I nodded then stood up. He placed the broom in my hand with a smile. I put my leg around it then pushed off.

Though I didn't play quidditch at school it felt good to be back in the air. I went around the field a few times before making patterns in the sky. Occasionally I would do a reckless dive for the rush of adrenaline. When I touched back down I could feel a smile on my face.

"You know for you to be the chess champion you're not bad with a broom," George said after I gave back the broom.

"During the summer my family plays quidditch a lot. Besides I've been riding a broom since the wee age of four," I explained.

"What position do you usually play?" curiously asked Fred.

"Beater," I answered.

"Lunch will start soon, so we should head onto the castle," Fred said looking at his watch, though I could see him smiling from what I just told him.

I walked to the castle with the twins enjoying the conversation immensely. Then the two asked about last night. I told them what the fight was about. I was surprised to see that they were so well balanced. Although they understood what Wood was saying they also saw where I was coming from. I told them that none of it mattered because I was going to break it off with Taylor soon.

"Does it have anything to do with how you look right now?" asked George.

"Why would you ask that?" I wondered.

"You have a handprint around your throat," pointed out Fred.

"Taylor isn't the guy he lets on to be," was my answer. I hoped that this conversation would end soon. It did, but in the worst way possible.

We had just walked into the castle when I saw Wood talking to a Hufflepuff girl with shiny ink black hair. It didn't bother me until he noticed the three of us, until he took in my appearance and frowned. I saw him excuse himself from the girl and stride up to us.

"What in Merlin's name happened to you?" it surprised me how concerned Wood sounded. I then remembered how he didn't even look at me after I apologized to him.

"Oh I guess you can see me. After last night I could have sworn I was invisible," I sneered.

"Sneering isn't really lady like," Taylor said coming from the left. I didn't look at him.

"He's right you know; leave it to the Slytherins," said George.

"If that's the case I'll let Taylor handle it," I shot back. Everyone around me looked confused accept for Taylor of course. He looked livid.

"Come with me I need to talk to you," my "boyfriend" said roughly grabbing my arm. I winced at the pain and tried to free myself from his grip. This only made Taylor dig his nails into my body and literally drag me from my spot.

"Oi Haines, is that anyway to treat your girlfriend," asked Wood separating us. "Besides it seems to me that the lassie doesn't want to go with" Although there was a smile on Wood's face I could hear the threatening under tone in his voice.

Taylor looked at Wood to the Weasley twins with their clenched jaws. "We'll have this talk tomorrow then," Taylor muttered before retreating into the Great Hall. I felt myself pale at his words. Great this isn't over.

"Thanks for helping me," I told Wood. He raised his arm, and I flinched thinking the worst.

"I accept your apology from last night, but in all honesty I shouldn't have said those things to you," he said patting my shoulder. I sighed knowing I wasn't about to get hit.

"That's nice," I said yawning a bit.

"Does that mean you'll start calling me Oliver again?" the Scott asked.

"Sure, but I need to take a breather before I go into the Great Hall," I said barely audible. I then closed my eyes and drifted off. When I opened my eyes I wasn't in the Entrance Hall. Instead to my horror, I was in the Hospital Wing.