I'd never been a fan of DADA class. Mostly it was because of our teachers.

Professor Quirrel was just a strange, strange man and his room always smelled like garlic – and the fact that he had Voldemort attached to the back of hid head didn't help his case much either.

Professor Lockhart was just annoying, though the room smelling like lilac all the time was a step up from garlic. When he turned out to be a fraud I wasn't surprised at all.

Last year, however, it was my favorite class. Lupin was not only an amazing teacher but an amazing person. He came to be more like a surrogate father to me than a teacher. I missed him terribly – even if he was a werewolf.

I didn't have high hopes for Professor Moody though, not after his display on the first day of class.

I sat in his class, having finished my work, I was bored. I sat there staring off into space when Hermione nudged me. I looked over to her. She pushed me a piece of paper.

Seamus is watching you.

Inconspicuously, I flipped my hair so I could turn to look, and he was indeed watching me.

So…?

Is there anything going on between you guys?

I looked up at Hermione and frowned at her.

Duh!

No, I mean like seriously – like are you guys exclusive yet?

. . . No. We're going to Hogsmeade together at the end of the month.

Just then a big, hairy hand slammed down on our desk. Hermione and I looked up to see Moody standing over us.

"Sir?" I asked.

"I do not permit note passing in our class," he said.

"We weren't really passing notes. This paper just sat between us and we both wrote on it. Besides, we're done with our work and it's not like we're sitting on opposite sides of the classroom," I said.

He snatched the paper away and walked to the front of the classroom with it.

*I swear if he does what I think he's going to do, I'm going to rip his other eye out.*

-You will not. You will suck it up.-

But Moody did. He read the note verbatim to the entire class. Hermione, and I flushed red – and so did Seamus.

*I'll kill him. How could he do something like that?!*

-Relax-

*No way!*

"This is completely unfair," I said getting to my feet.

Moody looked over at me. "Is it?"

"Yes. What I was writing on that paper was confidential until you decided to take it from us. Our work was done. She was sitting right next to me. It's not like we were passing notes from different sides of the room. You doing this to us is unfair, sir," I said.

Moody turned to the rest of the class. "Anyone else think this is unfair?"

Everyone sat silent, just as I expected them too.

"I think it is," a voice said. I looked over to see that Seamus had come to my aid. I smiled at him. He smiled.

*Why isn't he my boyfriend yet?*

-I think it's amazing how your brain goes from one thing to another.-

Moody stared hard at us, when the class bell rang.

"You're all dismissed," he said.

We all gathered out things and walked out of the classroom.

I quickly found Seamus.

"You are-." I couldn't finish my sentence, I started to laugh. He smiled at me. "Thank you."

"It was no trouble, really," he said.

"Still, it was. . . It was really sweet," I said.

"Anything for you," he said.

"Awe," Parvati, Hermione, and Emily cooed.

I turned and shushed them.

"So. . . I know we haven't gone a date yet, really, but I. . . I really like you and. . . I wanted to know if maybe you. . . Maybe you wanted to be my girlfriend?" he asked.

On the inside, I exploded into confetti. On the outside I smiled and nodded.

"Yeah, of course, totally, for sure, definitely," I said.

-Got anymore adjectives for "yes" you want to use?-

*Go to hell.*

"And on that note," Harry said coming out of nowhere putting his arm around Seamus in a brotherly fashion, "let's have a chat, Seamus. So you're a half blood, you've seen the movie Pet Cemetery, right?"

Harry walked Seamus down the hallway.

"Well that joy was short lived," I said.

"Indeed."

I turned to see Draco.

"Leave it to Harry to ruin a moment, right?" I asked with a laugh. Draco rolled his eyes. "Are you okay? You seem cranky."

"It's nothing," he said quietly.

"Don't make me pry," I threatened with a smile.

"I said it's nothing. Piss off," he snapped.

I was stunned. "I'm sorry, did I do something wrong?"

"Just go have fun with your little half blood boyfriend. Leave me the hell alone," he said. And then he walked away.

Parvati, Emily, and Hermione walked over to me.

"What'd I tell you?" Parvati asked.

"Shut up," I said rolling my eyes

"I told you that as soon as you went out with Seamus things with you and Draco would be over," she said.

"Oh, shut up," I said.

"Don't be a grouchy pants, Hannah. Look, tonight we're playing a game of truth or dare in your brother's room. Everyone's going to be there, even your new boy friend," Parvati said.

"Alright. . . I'll go," I said.

"Great. See you then," she said.

Parvati and Emily walked away, leaving me with Hermione.

". . . Talk to him," she said.

"What?" I asked.

"Malfoy. . . Talk to him," she said. "How would you feel if you saw Seamus hook up with somebody else?"

I sighed. I guess I was going to have to talk to Malfoy.

That evening at dinner things between Harry and Ron were starting to reach their breaking point. Ron wasn't speaking to Harry on account that he was one of the TriWizard champions.

I sat next to Harry who sat across from Hermione who sat next to Ron who refused to speak to Harry.

They'd been sending messages through Hermione and me all day and it was pretty annoying.

"Hermione, could you ask Harry to pass the chicken?" Ron said.

Hermione looked up at Harry who had not flinched, made a single movement or reacted to what Ron said. He'd completely shut him out.

"Harry could you pass the chicken?" Hermione asked sounding as if she were at her breaking point.

"Why of course Hermione," Harry said. He passed her the plate of chicken.

"This is so stupid. You two are best friends," I said.

"Hannah you're my best friend," Ron said.

"Well Hermione's my best friend. And since Hannah's my sister I can count her as my best friend as well," Harry said.

"Oh god they're arguing over us," Hermione said.

"Well if you get Hannah, I get Hermione," Ron said.

"No I want Hermione," Harry said.

"Then I get Hannah," Ron said.

"Would stop acting like we're your property in your divorce case?" Hermione said.

"Well Hermione would you please tell Ronald that-."

"Owls are beautiful creatures," Hermione said.

"What?" Harry asked.

"Owls are marvels of nature. But if could just get in a few words, boys, I would like to say that I am not a bird," Hermione said.

Even I was lost.

"I am not an owl. I am not your go between. I'm sick and tired of this fighting," Hermione said. "Come on, Hannah."

"But I'm-."

Hermione glared at me.

"Yes, ma'am," I said.

I got up from the table and walked upstairs to the library with Hermione.

"Can you believe how they're acting?" Hermione asked.

"I don't even know what to so with them anymore," I said.

Hermione's eyes widened and she pointed at the door. I looked over. Draco had walked in.

"As much as I dislike him and as much as I dislike you hanging out with him, I think that you should go talk to him," Hermione said. I looked over at Draco who had sat down at the end of the table. "You were pretty wrong to do that to him. You might as well have kicked him in the balls."

I got out my seat. I walked down the table to Draco and sat next to him. He looked up at me from his book and then looked back to it.

"You're mad at me aren't you?" I asked.

"However did you know?" Draco asked.

"I'm sorry. I was really insensitive about you. . . Liking me and all and - ."

"I don't-."

"Draco, you do like me, otherwise you wouldn't be angry and I knew you liked me. . . I can't pretend that you don't and I can't go about flaunting Seamus in front of you," I said. "So, I'm sorry for not thinking. . ."

"I forgive you. You won't leave me alone until I do," Draco said.

I smiled.

"Just one more thing. . . Why Seamus?" Draco asked.

"Because. . . He's good to me and he always has been. And that's not to say you're not good to me because you are. Since you've stopped harassing you've honestly been the only reliable friend I had. But that's just it. You're my friend," I said. Draco nodded. I gave him a hug. "You are still my friend?" Draco laughed and hugged me back.

"Of course," he said. I looked down at Hermione and she smiled. I looked across the library and saw Victor. There was a book in front of him but he wasn't looking at it. He seemed to be looking at Hermione.

"Draco, is it me or is Krum looking at my friend?" I asked him.

Draco looked over at Viktor and then at Hermione.

"He is," Draco said.

"So a famous Bulgarian Quidditch player has a thing for timid, British bookworms," I said.

Hermione looked up at me again and smiled and then turned back to her book. This was turning out to be the freakiest, most awkward school year ever.