(A/N): Wow, I can't believe I never noticed how many people like my story! THANK YOU, DustyRebellion, wprincessluv, ILoveLuke98, nicky4055, YoursTruly13, Veronica, and LilPurpleCow! I love reviews. Seriously!

7:30 A.M. Spencer gropes out of bed, spots the time, throws on her black wizard robes and hightails out of the house.

7:45 A.M. She appears, breathless, in front of the Hogwarts doors and is almost late for her prefect duties.

8:30 A.M. Spencer attends her first N.E.W.T.-level Charms class. Andrew Campbell also attends, and shows off by producing a corporeal Patronus, something Spencer has yet to achieve.

9: 25 A.M. Spencer goes to N.E.W.T.-level Transfiguration and beats the crap out of Andrew by knowing more about Animaguses than he does.

10:20 A. M. Spencer arrives to N.E.W.T.-level History of Magic a couple minutes late. She is unable to hand in her extra-credit essay before Andrew does.

12:00 P.M. Spencer eats lunch in the Great Hall and drops her fork when Devon Arliss, one of Spencer's teammates in Gryffindor Quidditch, points out that Ian Thomas is sitting at the Head Table.

1: 00 P.M. Spencer goes to N.E.W.T.-level Potions and gloats over the fact that Andrew is taking regular Potions.

1: 55 P.M. Spencer heads to regular Astronomy and begrudges the fact that Andrew is taking N.E.W.T.-level Astronomy.

2: 50 P.M. Spencer discovers that Ian is the new Quidditch coach for Gryffindor. Ian makes a remark about Melissa's boyfriend's tendency to hit on Spencer, which Spencer's teammates correctly interpret to mean that she hooked up with Ian in second year.

3: 46 P.M. Andrew tells Spencer to get her move on and hurry up to catch the Golden Snitch, blaming Spencer's lack of practice over the summer. Spencer retorts that, even as Captain, Andrew doesn't have the right to boss her around, and that Seeker is a better job anyway.

3: 50 P.M. Spencer catches the Snitch. Quidditch practice ends.

"Oh, God," groaned Spencer, trying to crack her neck. Her whole body felt tired and cranky. This was what she deserved for not staying in shape. She stared at the homework in front of her, and it blurred before her eyes. Fuck homework. She was tired, she was sore. All she needed was a nice soak in the hot tub.

Spencer stripped down, grabbed a towel, and went to the hot tub room. She opened the door.

"Oh!" Her cheeks grew hot.

There sat Wren, wearing the sexiest pair of boxers Spencer had ever seen. She was sure she looked terrible in comparison, in her messy ponytail, frumpy sports bra and high-waisted panties.

"Er...sorry, Spencer." Wren looked genuinely apologetic.

"I didn't know you were here." Did that sound stupid? She glanced at her flip-flops.

"Well, here I am." He looked her up and down. "Want to come in the tub?"

Spencer tiptoed accross the cool tile and lowered herself into the hot water. Ahhhh. This was bliss. She let the warmth soak into her muscles, loosening

them. "Wren, where's Melissa?"

"She went to the store or something." He shrugged.

She arched her shoulders back. They felt sort of tense, despite the hot water.

"What's wrong?" Wren touched her shoulder lightly.

She almost jumped. "Oh, nothing. It's just...Quidditch practice. I'm kinda sore."

"Do you need some help?"

"Um, sure."

He scooted close to her, so close hat her leg pressed against his left calf. Wren placed his hands on her shoulders. "Where exactly does it hurt?"

"Here." She pointed to the spot.

"You'll have to turn around." He patted the edge of the tub. "Sit here."

Spencer obeyed, hoping her undies weren't riding up her crack. Wren climbed out of the tub and sat behind her, running his hands along her back. "Here?"

"Yes." That felt good.

He massaged her back, hands both firm and gentle. Spencer sighed in relief. Wren began rubbing her breastbone, sticking his hands into her bra. She stiffened. It's just a medical thing. He knows what he's doing.

"Hello? Wren? You there?" called Melissa's voice.

"Crap!" Spencer shot up, wrapping her towel under her arms. She turned and crept back to her bedroom, bare feet slapping the damp floor.
What had she been thinking, letting Wren touch her like that? They almost got caught! Spencer plopped onto her bed.

Hoot! Spencer's owl, Audrey, alighted on the windowsill, holding a card in her beak. She went over and grabbed the envelope. It was marked with letters cut from a newspaper spelling out her name, S-P-E-N-C-E-R.

Curiosity won her over, and she ripped it open. Inside was a slip of paper with printed words on it, as if from a typewriter.

Covet- that's an easy word. "To lust after and desire something you can't have." That seems to happen a lot, doesn't it? -A

What. The. Hell? Someone had just seen her with Wren ? Or...they knew about the Ian thing? Either way, it wasn't a good sign at all.