I went to classes for the next couple of weeks, and figured out what all was actually going down with this place. I realized I'm a Gryffindor and I'm not supposed to talk to certain people, but I still didn't believe what they had said about Marcus. It came unnaturally to me to think badly about him, after he helped me. Fred, George, and I became closer, and they always wondered how I could tell them apart, and yes they played a handful of pranks on me. Oliver tried to stay away from me, but the twins often dragged him along with us, so we had started to become friends eventually. Maybe it was due to the fact that we both enjoyed Quidditch more then almost anything else. Marcus and I would meet secretly in the library just to talk, and I found it easier to talk to him then anyone else. We shared secrets, even ones I knew he'd never tell a soul. He trusted me somehow, and told me he didn't honestly think he was better then Oliver, just Oliver always got the praise. He was tired of coming in second place, and he always felt like he could never do any better. Of course, me being the friend I am, I always managed to bring his happiness up before we left.

I strode down the hall when I bumped into someone knocking all my books out of my hand. I bent down to pick it up, when I noticed Oliver was helping me.

He handed them all to me, "I wasn't paying attention, worried about tomorrow's game, ya know."

"Its ok Ollie, I'd be hella stressed out too."

"Ollie?" he looked at me funny.

"It's short for Oliver, so it'll be easier for me to say, you don't like?"

"Nah, its cool, I don't mind. I'm glad I have no classes left today."

We had started walking down the corridor toward the tower side by side.

"Me too, I think these N.E.W.T.S. are gonna kill me."

He laughed along with me and we eventually made it to the common room, and sat down talking for a couple hours until Fred walked in.

"Guess who I ran into today, guys?"

I just looked at him; he seemed to be waiting for one of us to say what, which never came.

"Ok, if you two are going to be lazy, I'll just tell you. I ran into Flint," he said immediately eyeing me.

"What did the git have to say?"

"Well, Oliver, he said good luck with the next game, and he will be watching you play. I think he's a unit."

Oliver gave a disgusted look, as Fred did the same.

"What's a unit?" I asked feeling stupid when they both looked at me with a shocked expression.

"Gay, we think Flint is gay," Fred said first.

"He's not gay. I know he's not gay."

They both looked at me, Ollie just seemed to glare.

"Oh, well how would you know, Anya?" Oliver asked rather sternly.

"I…uh…well, I just know?" I said in more of a question then anything, and I knew a lecture was coming.

"How would you seriously know if he was gay or not?" I looked over at Fred for help, to find him rolling his eyes, and inching his way out of the room. What a bastard, Ill just have to get him back later.

"I don't think it's really any of your business, Wood."

He looked at me shocked, "you like him don't you?"

I couldn't believe what he was saying, I don't like Marcus, I mean look at him, he's not all that handsome, and his teeth, what the fuck was up with that? Sure, he was a nice guy to me, and I didn't have any problems with him, but I don't think I liked him. Or was I just toying with myself, to make it look like I didn't. Hell, I can't even hear what the fuck my heart would say.

"I know the answer Cash, he seems to have a soft spot for you, I hope you two do good. You obviously deserve each other."

Oliver got up and walked away without another word. I can't believe this is happening, what the fuck did I do? I just wanted to yell at him and tell him I liked him, that I didn't want Marcus. Marcus was just a friend, who just so happened to be his rival. I couldn't take thinking about it anymore, and I just grabbed my stereo and headed for the room of requirement. I found it empty luckily, and I noticed no one around to see me. I sat the stereo down, and turned on the classical music, and I let my robes fall. I stood in my outfit, the last one I wore onstage as a dancer. I started to pick up the beat and gracefully danced my way around for what seemed like just minutes. I didn't stop for a long time, and I felt all my problems cease, so I was finding myself much happier. I didn't need to worry about those things, they meant little to me. Dancing had always made me the happiest. It was the only thing muggles did that I thoroughly enjoyed. I did like some of their music, I'll give them that. Father raised me as a pureblood, but when I was younger he noticed I had a knack for dancing, and enrolled me, much to his despise, into dancing. He came to see me perform every chance he got, and mother came to. It was the only time they were in the same room because of me. It made me happiest to know that they cared for me enough that they could stand one another's company, just to watch me dance.

I left the room, and I suddenly went back, I realized I forgot my stereo. Upon entering, I grabbed it, but knew something or someone else was in there. I turned around, and came face to face with Marcus.

"I never knew you were like that."

"I didn't think anyone was watching. What're you doing here?"

"Had a fight with a girl, and had to get away, you?" He crossed his arms, then took my stereo in his hand.

"I had a fight with Wood; he is such an arrogant prick."

Marcus laughed and walked me to the common room entrance, and handed me my stereo back.

"I guess I'll see you in the morning, Anya. Oh, and you should always keep that dancing up, your very graceful."

"I'll think about it, and tell your girl, I said hi."

I turned around and found Wood to be sitting outside, in the dark.

"Saying good night to your boyfriend?" he asked disgustedly.

"First off, he's not my boyfriend. Second off, shut the fuck up because you have no idea what you're talking about. Wood, leave me the fuck alone for now on, okay? I'm not your friend, and I don't ever want to be. Get that through that Quidditch obsessed thick ass skull of yours."

I left him outside after that, and I don't know why I just said that to him, but I know now, I regret it. I sat on my bed, and quickly fell into a slumber. I used to dream sweet dreams, but these days they were getting a bit odd.

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