A/N: I don't own anything you may recognize from Harry Potter. I do however own the character Mariella :)

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I was NOT a morning person.

When Hermione woke me up this morning I was about to bite her head off. But she said there was food in the Great Hall so I resisted this temptation.

We walked to the Great Hall together and sat down in the middle of the Gryffindor section of tables.

It was then that I noticed that there was barely anyone there yet. I turned towards Hermione and glared her down, hoping she'd shrivel in pain from it. If only I had the Legilimens power my father had. I'd make her pay.

She then looked at me perplexed.

"What?" She asked me as she touched her face, obviously afraid there was drool or something on it from the night before.

"Why are we down here so early? This is valuable time I could be using for sleep, instead of sitting here trying to keep my face from landing on my plate of food!" I whined as my head came disastrously close to splattering food everywhere.

"I like to get up early because I find that I'm more alert in the morning classes and not half asleep like everyone else…" She said leaning away from me a little, noticing how my head seemed to sag now and then threatening to spray her.

Serves her right if I did. I thought as I contemplated actually letting myself get her dirty.

"…and I thought it might be nice having someone to sit with, seeing as Harry and Ron don't come down for a while. By the time they get down here, I have to head off to class." She finished quietly, twisting the napkin she had placed in her lap around her index finger.

"Oh…" That's all I could say. I couldn't believe she'd want me to sit with her at breakfast already, just the two of us.

Getting the courage to answer her with a more steady answer I acted like I wasn't done talking.

"Sure. I'd be happy to have breakfast with you." I smiled genuinely. Then the broadest most joyful smile I had ever seen spread across the length of her face.

"Thanks. It's nice having a friend who understands me." She said, still smiling.

She sees me as a friend already? I guess that's one way to earn her trust…

We then grabbed food off the many plates in front of us and ate in silence, a great chance to think.

Okay so I've befriended Hermione and somewhat befriended Harry. But the weakest one of the three is Ron, and I barely know him. I didn't know how to go about making friends with him. Harry and I kind of happened into it while Hermione basically did it herself.

Hopefully Ron would be simple also, but I was afraid it wouldn't be.

"Good morning." Hermione suddenly said next to me, taking me out of my trance.

I then looked up to see the other two-thirds of the Golden Trio sitting themselves across from us at the table.

Harry smiled back at her welcome while Ron grabbed a mound of bacon and sausage and dumped it onto his plate.

I watched him with a horrified look on my face as he continued to shove food into his mouth, not stopping to chew.

"Do you inhale your food?" I asked unable to contain my thoughts.

I was suddenly sprayed with pumpkin juice.

Harry was holding his hand over his mouth laughing as he tried to stumble out what sounded like "Sorry. My fault." But sounded more like: "Mo-or-ry-mah-mah-ah-ult." because there was pumpkin juice still coming out of his mouth onto his clothes.

Hermione was inspecting her clothes for stains, but once she noticed that there was none, she seemed content. But Ron took one look at my now soaked self and fell backwards off the bench audibly laughing now from below.

I didn't even want to see what I looked like. But seeing Harry's flustered cheeks and now stained clothing, Hermione's now giggling self at Ron's reaction, and no longer being able to see Ron himself; I couldn't help but laugh with them.

What made things worse was that a girl with long blonde hair skipped up to the table, saw what was going on, and then suddenly looked petrified.

"You have Oranintitis! I need to have a piece of your skin! Daddy will send us the cure!" she gasped, looking determined as she grabbed my arm while taking a knife off of the table.

I freaked out. Who wants their skin ripped off? I know I didn't.

I tried to pull myself away, but with my coordination disability I fell off the bench just like Ron had. She jumped down and straddled me, grabbing my arm again.

"Ge'er offa me!" I yelled at the "Golden Trio" who were now crying because of how hard they were laughing.

Hermione then saw the seriousness in the situation and began to pull the now red faced girl off of me. But she seemed too will-powered to falter in her efforts that easily.

"LunatheresnothingwrongwithMariella!" Hermione gasped out in her struggle.

Harry jumped over the table, kicking food in every direction and bent down to help.

He grabbed under my arms and pulled me away as Hermione was pulling on Luna.

With the now visibly stronger force of Harry, he managed to pull me free.

"Harry! You've got it too!" Luna stopped moving, suddenly mortified.

Harry hadn't noticed that his arms were wrapped around my middle. I thought that's what she was worried about but no, it turned out to be a lot worse than we thought.

"The only way to pass it on is through intercourse!" She stated, mortified.

I felt Harry's arms suddenly drop as he backed away from me quickly.

I just stared at Luna, my mouth hanging open in shock.

I looked Harry and saw that his face had turned crimson.

I looked back over at Luna and Hermione and noticed that Ron was now standing up, looking just as mortified as Luna did. Hermione had let go of Luna.

Luna slowly walked towards Harry and me and stopped between us, looking at us sternly.

"Hasn't anyone told you that abstinence is the best way to not…"

"…Luna it's not…" Harry interjected.

"…Harry, I know that you may feel uncomfortable with the fact that you're older now but it does make a difference now that you're producing…"

"That's enough!" I shouted at her. She suddenly looked distraught, but I didn't care. How dare she try to assume that Harry and I...

No…no…That would never happen…it COULDN'T happen … I had a job to do and Merlin I was going to do it!

I stormed out of the hall, now aware of all of the people who saw the whole exchange because they were still staring at me.

"Mariella!" I heard someone call, but I didn't care. Luna had embarrassed me beyond repair. How could someone so small and unimportant alter my life so drastically? I knew I was being a bit ridiculous but good Merlin I had the right to be!

"Mariella wait!" I heard called again, this time closer.

I sped my pace to a run, aware that I was wearing a skirt. I didn't care though. I had already been embarrassed enough today, and I was sure many people had seen my knickers already as I was tackled.

I heard the footsteps of the person following me quicken as mine had. I turned a corner and ran up the Grand Staircase towards the common room.

"If you don't stop, I won't hesitate in physically stopping you myself!" I heard someone threaten behind me.

"Prove it!" I yelled over my shoulder. As I ran up the last staircase, I yelled the password to the portrait. It swung open just in time to let me through.

I felt a large mass suddenly hit me from behind as it took both me and it down to the floor.

"I told you I'd stop you myself." Someone whispered at my ear, their hot breath tickling my neck.

I rolled so I was face up to push the person off of me but stopped.

I looked into the glittering emerald eyes of Harry Potter.

"Uhh….uhh…"

"Pardon?" He said, obviously embarrassed but didn't move all the same.

I felt an ache in my lower back where his arm was. It tingled, coursing through my entire body. It also hurt like hell because I had landed on it, but it was numbed by the heat Harry's body seemed to give off. I felt like I was on fire.

His face looked like it was getting closer to mine. His eyes seemed to be trained on my lips, but I could have been imagining all of this.

He came even closer, his lips like a light feather on mine.

The portrait suddenly opened.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON?!" Exploded the infuriated voice of Ron Weasley.

Harry suddenly rolled off of me, stood up, and muttered something about having to tackle me to get me to stop.

I pulled down my skirt, now noticing that it had been pulled up in the incident. I stood up and stepped away from the two, inching my way closer to the stairs to the dormitory.

The portrait opened again and in came Hermione. She stopped and looked among us, glancing at each one of us in turn. Not knowing what was going on, she looked straight at me.

"I'm really sorry about that Mariella. Luna is…different…she has ideas that things are real that aren't. She honestly thought she was saving your life." She said.

"What was going on in here?" Ron said, oblivious to Hermione's statement.

She then looked confused as she now looked between only Harry and me.

My face turned bright red as I looked down at the floor. I didn't know how to take infatuations with people other than Draco. Draco always wanted more. But I had no idea what other boys were like.

"She wouldn't stop…so…so…I had to…err…tackle her to get her to stop…" Harry stuttered.

A look of realization appeared on Hermione's face. She then looked sternly at Ron.

"What is it your business what they were doing anyways?" She asked.

I couldn't believe that she was insinuating that something happened. I didn't even know what happened!

"I…I…" Ron looked startled, and seemed to realize that it wasn't his choice in the matter…whatever that matter was. I wasn't even sure what the "matter" was anyways.

Hermione continued to glare at him.

"S-sorry…" Ron stumbled out.

Hermione's expression then changed. She grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the common room, leading me back to the Great Hall.

When we reached the large main door I stopped, resisting her pull.

"Oh, come on!" She complained, tugging on my arm trying to pull me in.

"No! I'm not going back in there! She might try to cut off my arm again!" I said back.

Harry then came up behind us, trailed by a frustrated looking Ron.

"Harry…help…me…" She managed between tugs.

Harry then looked at the scene before him, glanced back at Ron, and rubbed his temple.

"What?!" Hermione snapped at him. She probably didn't mean to say it rudely but she was at her wits end.

He put his hand down, looked back at Ron, and then looked back at Hermione nervously.

"I can get her to go in I think…" he started.

"THEN DO IT!" Hermione shrieked at him.

"But Ron…" he stammered.

Ron looked at Harry visibly confused.

"JUST DO IT! I DON'T WANT TO BE LATE TO CLASS!!" Hermione shrieked even louder, almost breaking my eardrums.

"How can you be so sure it'll work?" I shot back at him, glaring all the while.

He motioned for Hermione to let go of me. I was so astonished that she agreed without hesitation that I just stood there in shock, unable to move.

Harry approached me slowly and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close to his chest. I couldn't breathe as he bent his face towards mine, coming close every second that ticked by.

There was an audible gasp behind Ron. Harry spun around, his face flushed red to look into the now angry eyes of a large group of girls, all with the same evil expression on their faces.

They walked past us, a couple making sure to hit shoulders with me. Some even chose to elbow me in the ribs.

I stood there rubbing my ribs gently, wondering what I had done. But then I looked up and glared at Harry menacingly.

"How DARE you use my emotions like that!" I yelled at his face.

I turned around and stormed into the Great Hall. I sat down at the same spot we had been in earlier and fumed silently. I was pretty sure there was steam coming out of my ears.

"I told you it would work…" I heard Harry mumble to Hermione as they approached me and sat down. He made a point in sitting down next to me.

I scooted as far away from him as I could, almost up against Seamus, which I noticed startled him. He didn't seem to mind though.

Professor McGonagall approached our group and made our schedules, tapping blank sheets of parchment which become covered in writing and handing them to students. She gave me a slip of paper from Dumbledore which had my schedule on it.

Hermione grabbed the schedule out of my hands and smiled brightly.

"You have all the same classes as I do except for Ancient Runes." She said.

I reached to grab my schedule back but I couldn't reach from where I was. I think she did it on purpose because she held it in her farthest hand from me, pretending not to notice how she was holding it towards the middle of their group.

I scooted back towards Harry grudgingly and reached out and grabbed it. I got ready to move my way back along the bench when Harry's arm reached around my shoulders and pulled me closer to him.

I tried to shake myself loose but I couldn't.

Damn his Quidditch- toned arms.

Hermione was smirking at me while Ron was glaring at his plate.

"Oh! I have Ancient Runes in 10 minutes! I'm going to be late!" Hermione squealed, jumping out of her seat and running towards the main doors.

I grumbled as I looked down at my schedule for the first time.

I had a free period right now, which was a relief. It was also a curse because I couldn't leave. But Harry didn't know that…

"I have to go too…" I said getting up.

"Oh no you don't." Harry persisted; grabbing me and pulling me back down. He snatched my schedule out of my hands, looking it over. "For one, you don't have Ancient Runes. And two, you have a free period right now." He smirked at me.

"If you haven't noticed, I'm still in my pumpkin juice stained clothes, which by the way is entirely YOUR fault." Harry grinned at this. "I need to go change." I snapped back, folding my arms over my chest.

"I'll come with you then. We both have Defense next." He said.

I sighed and stood up. Harry followed me up to the common room.

When we reached the stairs to my dorm I went up, unaware that he was still following.

I opened the door, saw that it was empty, and proceeded inside.

Harry suddenly grabbed me around the waist from behind and pulled me against his chest. He laid his cheek against my head, breathing in deeply. He then chuckled.

"What…" I began to ask, but he cut me off, turning me around swiftly and planting his lips on mine.

I placed my hand in his hair, twisting it around my fingers and pulled his head closer to mine. He continued to massage my lips with his gently. It wasn't hard and yearning like Draco's kisses, but soft and innocent.

"What was so funny?" I murmured between kisses.

"You smell like pumpkin juice."

"That's your fault…" I started again.

"It's nice." He smirked, resting his forehead on mine.

I couldn't bear it any longer.

"Close the door." I murmured.

He kicked his foot out and pushed the door closed.

Catching him off guard I put my hands on his chest and shoved him back against the closed door.

I grabbed his head behind his neck and pulled it towards mine kissing him again.

He chuckled, grabbing a hold of me and flipping himself around, pushing me against the door now.

He kissed me again, this time more passionately.

The door suddenly flew open, pushing both Harry and I onto a nearby bed. He caught himself upright but had to sit down when I landed on his lap, my legs straddling him.

"I was just…MARIELLA! Boys aren't allowed in the girl's dormitory!"

It was Hermione. She obviously couldn't tell it was Harry that was underneath me or else she'd probably be mortified.

Embarrassed of getting caught I laid my forehead down on Harry's shoulder, my face bright red.

"HARRY! You know the rules! How could you…" Hermione started but was interjected by me.

"Hermione it was my fault…" I said quietly into his shoulder.

"I forgot my special quill set so I came back to retrieve it and ran into Ron. He told me you came up here to change and that Harry had deliberately followed you." She narrowed her eyes at Harry.

I jumped up and ran to my suitcase for a change in clothes. This was beyond humiliating. I was the Dark Lord's daughter for crying out loud! Merlin! I was dead when he decided to invade my mind to see how my "mission" was going.

I ran to the bathroom and changed. But then I heard muffled chatter coming from the room so I leaned my head against the door and listened.

"…Harry what were you thinking? You haven't even known her for a day!"

"…and yet I feel like I've known her my whole life…"

"…Alright…if…want…" The talking started to die out so I opened the bathroom door.

"Harry you can go down to class and see Ron. I need to talk to Mariella." Hermione addressed him and then turning to give me a stern "no nonsense" look of disapproval.

All he did was nod and leave the room.

"Hermione I'm really sor-" I started.

"-you don't need to apologize to me. I just want to know if you're serious about him, about all of this." Hermione interjected, motioning about the room with her hands.

Was she onto me? Did she know I was secretly here to destroy her?

"Well, I really like Hogwarts so I would like to finish off school here." She shook her head the whole time I was talking.

"No I meant are you serious about Harry."

"I don't know…"

"How can you not know?! You were straddling him! On a bed!" She acted like that was unheard of, like being intimate with a guy was reserved for sluts.

"It was your fault you forgot your quills and pushed the door open to which I was leaning against, TALKING to him. You pushed it open, very aggressively I might add, and that's how we got into that predicament!" It wouldn't hurt to tell a little white lie. I had been doing it my whole life. My whole life was basically a string of lies. I wasn't supposed to exist.

"I…I've only ever had one relationship in my life…"

"With who?"

"Err…you don't like him…"

"I'm sure that's not particularly true…"

"No Hermione you don't understand. You DESPISE him."

"Who are we talking about? Just tell me!"

"D-D-Draco…"

"Malfoy?!"

I wished I could cower in a corner and die a slow painful death.

"It wasn't that bad, I don't think it got any farther than…"

"Any farther than what?!?!"

"Uhh…sex?"

"YOU HAD SEX WITH DRACO MALFOY!?"

"I DON'T KNOW OKAY?"

"HOW CAN YOU NOT KNOW?!"

"I…" I felt my defenses crumbling. No one would understand that my judgment had been tainted by alcohol.

"PLEASE just tell me that you don't plan on…"

"Plan on what? Having sex with Harry?!"

"Look. I don't mind you dating Harry. I just don't think it's best if he gets into a relationship for too long…"

"What do you mean?"

"He has to beat V-Voldemort. He knows he has to be the one to do it. I just don't want you to get hurt…"

"Okay so you're worried about him first, and now you're suddenly worried about me?"

"You're my friend. Of course I'll be worried about you. I'm worried about both of you."

"I…"

"You don't have to say anything. We need to go to class. We're going to be late."

A/N: Tsk tsk. Hermione is not happy! Does she suspect Mariella of anything? You may find out in upcoming chapters!

BTW; If it seems like Harry and Mariella's relationship is developing much too quickly, you have to remember that they have a connection that is unheard of. If Voldemort would have had any form of emotion or heart present, he may have become in love with Harry too!

Ahahahahahahahaha!

Sorry XD

But really, who can resist that unruly luscious black hair? And those wonderfully dorky round glasses?

I know I can't ;P

Oops! Getting off track! Anyways... please review! Don't make me beg! :) I really want to know what I should add or where people think I should take the story!

Thanks to Tigersflame for the review! :)