Before I realised it, it was Thursday morning. It was probably early morning but morning none the less. I don't know why, but since... erm, yeah... since the talk, I had been waking up earlier and earlier. It still stung to talk or think about him.

But I have to accept his Highness' wishes, no matter how much I disagreed with them, I thought bitterly.

But I mustn't think about him otherwise I'd just feel down. I had distractions now, in other words, friends. Also, Sav and I had agreed to go to Hogsmeade to get dresses for the Ball on Saturday. It would be the first time I had ever been to one of the school's events. I didn't attend Quidditch matches, Balls, parties in the common room or even the Triwizard tournament in Fourth Year. I just didn't feel comfortable sitting by myself watching something that I had no interest in. And dancing at the parties and Balls were out of the picture.

I looked at the clock and saw that it was 7 am. I decided to have a shower and then wake Savannah so she wouldn't be late. I got out my school uniform for after the shower and padded into the bathroom.

It wasn't a long shower but it was enough to wake me up. I was sure that after a coffee, I would be fully awake and ready to attack another day. I wonder if anyone would learn my name today, I thought idly as I pulled on my tights and skirt. After putting on my shirt, tie and shoes, I went about trying to wake up Savvie. She was a deep snoozer I learned. A thought popped into my head that made me giggle. I pulled out my wand and cast a non-verbal spell.

Aguamenti

There was a high pitch screech as the cold water hit it's target. I tried to hold in my laughter at the sight of Savvie but as she flicked her wet fringe out of her face, my resolve cracked. My laughter filled the dormitory. I was sure that the other girls were awake now so I hastily pushed Sav into the bathroom so she could have a shower before anyone else could get there.

Down at breakfast, Sav was pretending to ignore me. Pretending, you ask? Well, when I would take a piece of toast from her plate, she would slap my hand away. To me, that wasn't exactly ignoring, now was it?

When the mail came, an snowy white owl flew down to me with The Daily Prophet. The headline leaped out at me.

FAMILY OF FIVE MURDERED BY DEATH EATERS

I hastily read on to the article.

Last night, the Mr Thomas Sprigg was found dead in his own home along with his wife, Karen and his three young children, a 9 yr old, 5 yr old and a 2 yr old. It is believed that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named had been trying too recruit Mr Thomas Sprigg for the past five months, each time being declined. A close friend, who wishes to stay anonymous, claims that Mr Sprigg was a 'good man' and 'knew right from wrong'. Apparently, he was 'absolutely disgusted' when he was offered a position within He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's ranks.

It has been discovered that the family was tortured by the Cruciatus Curse then murdered by the Killing Curse.

It appears that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is more active since this is the fourth killing this week...

I couldn't read on. What person could torture a child? Or anyone for that matter? It was completely and utterly disgusting! It was a monstrosity! I couldn't even find the words to describe how completely revolted I was. It made me furious that one person thought themself high enough to decide who could or couldn't live. You-Know-Who was going to get his match one day and when he was cold on the ground, only then would I be able to feel safe going out in public.

"Hey, Sav, stop ignoring me and read this..." I said and promptly shoved the paper in her face.

"Alright, don't get your knickers in—oh, that's awful!" Savannah covered her hand with her mouth.

"I know! How anybody could torture someone else totally alludes me, let alone a child!"

Savvie was silent as she read through the article but I was concentrating on the eyes that I could feel watching me. My head instinctively looked towards the Slytherin table and my eyes were caught in a staring contest with a pair of silver orbs.

What was his problem now?

Still with my eyes on his, I nodded towards the doors of the Great Hall. He nodded in response, got up and walked out.

"Sav, I just need to go somewhere. Do you know where you need to go for Transfiguration?"

"Sure, I'll see you later."

"See ya."

As I was making my way out of the hall, I noticed Will waving at me and I did a little wave back. Once out in the Entrance Hall, I looked around for blond hair. I didn't know what I was trying to achieve by talking to him, or even what I was going to say. I couldn't see him anywhere so I started to make my way in the direction of the Transfiguration classroom.

I had a wild sense of déjà-vu when I was pulled from the corridor into one of the unused classrooms that lined it.

"What the—!"

"You wanted to speak to me?" Draco said coldly as he leaned against the stone wall.

I blushed slightly and straightened myself, and my clothes, out.

"Yes, actually, but first, why did you feel the need to drag me into an empty classroom when this conversation could have been held in the corridor?" I asked curtly, still a bit shaken from the familiarity of the situation.

He simply brushed off my question with a sweep of his hand. It made me furious that he thought himself superior enough to do that, who did he think he was? Ok, perhaps I was over reacting but still!

"No time for that, just say what you have to say, Moore."

"Fine, Malfoy, don't get your knickers in a twist. Or do you wear a thong?" I huffed but I had to bite back laughter as he glared at me.

"What exactly is your problem though?" I demanded. "Last week, you do that then you stare at me in the Great Hall and now you're being all cold and Slytherin-y. Are you PMSing or something?"

"My problem is none of your business!" He answered fiercely as he stormed up to me so there was only about a foot between us. He was extremely intimidating from where I was standing as he was stood, leaning over me, with a furious expression on his face.

"Well, you're making it my business!" I shouted in his face but he didn't flinch back, he just look even more furious than before, if that was possible.

"How? How did I make this your business when it was you that requested to speak to me!" He shouted back at me. I didn't have as much resolve as he did so I flinched back.

"Because of what you did, and said, last weekend..." I answered quietly, as if when he shouted at me, all my anger drained away.

"I was messing with you, Moore! Do you really think a Malfoy, a pureblood, would fall for someone like you, a half-blood? I was going along with it for fun, so don't get your hopes up!" He snapped at me.

I gasped at the cruelty of his words and tears welled up in my eyes. He stood back and observed me for a minute. Suddenly he sighed and pushed past me to get to the door.

"Hey, Draco, thanks for bringing me the same classroom to shout at me as Pansy did to kick my head in!" I called to him just before he reached the door. He didn't stop though, or do anything to show that he heard me.

What a stuck up prat! I thought furiously as I stormed out of the classroom and continued on my way to Transfiguration in a foul mood.

I was in a terrible mood all day after that ; not working during lessons, hardly eating, not talking to Savvie...

"Why exactly are you so moody today? You were fine at breakfast!" Savvie asked at dinner that evening, with a ridiculous amount of mashed potato in her mouth.

"I had a little white ferret bite me..." I answered, then instantly flinched away when Savvie started choking on the mashed potato. "Ewww, Sav!"

After a few minutes of choking and a large gulp of pumpkin juice, she was in a fit state to talk.

"Sorry, anyway, a white ferret? What the hell?"

I sighed, darn, she asked so many questions.

"No, not really a white ferret, but someone who is known as a ferret..." I glared at said ferret, who looked up to see my glare, got up and stormed out of the Hall. If I hadn't been so angry, I would have been proud of myself to be able to make him leave a room just by me glaring at him.

"Who—"

"Malfoy, Sav."

"Ooohhhh, right."

She didn't ask about what he had done to make me angry but just sat there in silence, biting her bottom lip.

"So what colour dress do you think you're going to go for, Millie?"

Typical Sav! I sighed.

After dinner, I went to the library, by myself, as I needed some time to think things over. I had the feeling that Malfoy had been talking, or hinting about something else whilst shouting at me. It was just a niggling doubt that had been bugging me all day. It was like as soon as I said 'problem', he wentoff on one.

I didn't actually need anything in the library, it was just that I hadn't been there for the past week and I (don't laugh!) missed it. So after I was in there for about ten minutes and had a short conversation with Madame Pince, I was on my way back to the common room. But halfway there, I decided to take a detour, just to kill the last of the frustration I was feeling.

I vowed to myself that I wouldn't think about it, shut out all thoughts and walk. I took advantage of the castle, it was only times like these that I noticed all the beauty of the castle. Usually I was rushing from lesson to lesson.

But now, I was walking through the dimly lit corridors, noticing portrait after portrait, view after view, statue after statue. I had read Hogwarts: A History several times so I wasn't ignorant towards all of the features.

After numbly walking aimlessly, subconsciously I started making my way back towards Gryffindor Tower. Just as I arrived at the portrait hole, I was stopped by someone grabbing my wrist. I gasped and had my wand out faster than I thought possible. That story I read this morning about the Death Eaters really had gotten to me.

"Hey, chillax, it's just me!" Will chuckled. I sighed in relief as I put my wand back in my pocket.

"What's up? It's past curfew, you shouldn't be out..." I said to break the ice. Even though I was best friends with his sister, I didn't know Will that well.

"Says you! I've been waiting here for the past hour for you." He said as he removed his hand from my wrist.

"Oh, sorry. So what is that you want?" I asked, shocked. Why the hell was he waiting for me?

"Will you go to the Halloween Ball with me?" He asked and put his hands in his pocket.

I stood there in shock. He was actually asking me...to go to the Ball with him? I thought it over. He was very good looking and he had got quite a bit of attention since coming here. But he was standing there like as if he already knew my answer, which bugged me quite a bit. He looked so self-assured that I would say yes that it made me want to say no just to see that assurance drop dead. But if I did that then I would be a loner at the Ball, as Savvie had a date. So...

"Sure, I'll go with you." I replied, offering a sweet smile.

"Brilliant!" And he swooped down to peck me on the lips.

I stood in shock. It was only a 'muah' kiss, but what made him think that, just because I said 'yes', he could kiss me? It made me so mad! I was still stood still when he walked off, whistling a cheery tune.

I hastily told the Fat Lady the password and stumbled into the common room. I stormed up to the dorm and saw Sav sat on my bed reading Witch Weekly.

"What's wrong with your own bed?" I asked lightly as if nothing was wrong.

I wandered around my section of the dormitory, picking up stranded clothes and putting them in the wardrobe. Should I tell her that I was going to the Ball with her twin brother and that I was furious with said twin brother because he thought that he could kiss me when he felt like it and that I was only going with said twin brother so that I wouldn't be by myself? Wow, talk about complicated.

"Hmm, it did sound complicated, and I'm not really that bothered if you're going with Will and I'm not really bothered if you like him or not, but you do have every right to be angry with him if he kissed you when you didn't want to be kissed, especially if he only just asked you to go with him." Savvie said, sounding distracted.

I looked over at her. She was still reading her magazine.

"Can you read minds?" I asked carefully as I turned my back to her and put some of my shoes in the bottom of my wardrobe.

"Yup and I know that you argued with Draco Malfoy this morning." She answered.

I turned around and looked at her closely. She was still reading Witch Weekly. After a while of me staring at her, she glanced up and met my eyes.

"Really? How do you do it?" I asked, surprised that she hadn't told me this before.

Next thing I knew, Savvie was laughing uncontrollably. I stared at her in shock, and a little worried too. Has she had a potion or something?

"You...thought...hahahahahahahaha!" Was all she managed to get out. After about five minutes of hysterical laughter, Savvie was ready to share the joke but I still kept a worried watch on her and my wand close just in case.

"You were speaking out loud!" She giggled.

Oh.

How to feel stupid...

"Oh, well, um, yeah...How did you know I argued with Malfoy then?" I asked, trying to catch her out. Caught out of what, I didn't know.

"Because it was so obvious! You stare at him, nod to meet him outside, tell me that you have to go somewhere then you came back in a foul mood and then you blamed your mood on him. It was kinda easy to guess."

Well, if you put it like that...

"Alright, smarty-pants. Who knew you were so perspective?" I said.

"I have a tendency to surprise..."

"Right anyway, I'm tired, get off of my bed."

"Alright, Millie May!" She hopped off my bed and leaped on her own.

"G'night, Sav."

"Night, Mrs Malfoy."

"Shut up!"

"I know you like him..." She giggled.

I sighed deeply, remembering what Malfoy said this morning. I fell asleep with tears on my cheeks.