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Caris's P.O.V

I opened my eyes to another dreary morning. The rain pattering on the ancient panes of the glass and to Kate who was rummaging about in her trunk.

"For Pete's Fecking sake!" she exclaimed with a forced breath. I sat up and climbed to the foot of my bed to see the floor mapped in green clothing. Kate wore green all of the time when not in robes, she even ate green food, no exceptions. At dinner she would take a small bottle of Dr Oetker's green food dye to pour over her 'dirty' coloured food, as she called it. Such a peculiar child.

"Kate." I said croakily. She looked at me with her pink flustered face. Her green eye shadow clashed horrendously with her new rosy complexion making her look like a clown. A small tear slipped from her eye and she sank helplessly into the clothes on the floor. She wept and wept and wept. I leaped from my bed and sat on the floor beside her stroking her shoulder, not that it would make a difference.

"Have you lost something?" I asked between her sniffles.

"M-" she began, "M-m my Mother's-" she continued then wept. "Charm." Kate finally finished. "It's gone missing." she said sitting up. She wiped her nose on her sleeve, my stomach churned and gave a repulsive squelch. This was the very first time that Kate had really ever spoken to me. Such a timid character meant that she never made eye contact or even bothered to say hello before. Rumours had it that she has a crush on Cedric. He got an anonymous card on Valentine's day last year and the corner of the envelope was smudged with green glittery eye shadow.

"Well I'm sure it can't be far. Would you like me to-" I started.

"No!" she shrieked and leapt up. "Nobody, do you hear, nobody touches my things. It was probably you wasn't it?" she sniggered, pointing her bony index finger at me. My face boiled a flushing rosy tinge, I felt like it was me, but it wasn't.

"Kate please-" I said standing up.

"Cedric would love to know about this I'm sure he would!" she yelled as if to provoke someone from the common room. I looked at Kate bewildered at her presence.

"Kate, I haven't touched anything." I replied. Had she actually gone mental? Well if I was a psychiatric doctor I would have sectioned her by now.

"Help me!" she cried backing up to the door, the look on her face was pretence. She had lost it. I could hear somebody shouting behind Kate's whimpering voice. I listened but I could not define their voice. Kate gained closer and closer to the door and then Bam! She had gone. Everything froze, her screams muffled yet they echoed, my heart beat gained speed. I ran towards the door and saw her body tumbling like a beer barrel down the stone stairs.

"Kate." I yelped. She eventually lay at the foot of the stairs, as still as anything.

"Oh my-" I started still stood at the top of the stairs. A tear fell down a rosy cheek, my mouth open like some kind of tunnel or subway Cedric was the first person to reach Kate. He shook her limp body, checked her breathing.

"Guys she's not breathing!" he exclaimed and Jaime and a few more Hufflepuffs ran towards him. Cedric scooped her up into his arms, and as he did he looked up the stairs and his gaze met mine. A few others managed to realise that Cedric was looking at me. Jaime yelled something at me, but the sound was muffled and everything felt surreal.

"Caris!" voices shouted.

"What the hell is she doing?" it sounded like Jaime.

"It sounds like she's mooing or something?" he said pinching my arm."Ouch!" I shouted.

"Caris what happened?" he asked.

"I didn't do it, what ever I looked like it wasn't me." I said quickly.

"No one is going to believe you." he shouted grabbing me by the shoulders then he pushed me against the wall.

"Cedric." I shouted.

"He ain't going to hear you, you fecking idiot." he sniggered. "He found Kate, he'll never forgive you."

"But I didn't push her." I said solemnly. Jaime frowned and then as if I was some kind of caged mental animal, he forced his hand against the middle of my forehead and WAM!

The stone floor was cold, and my arm throbbed. Kate's face appeared. It was fuzzy and she seemed to be talking be talking but the words made no sense. It was like we were underwater, until my head began to throb, my temperature rose and it all went black as if we were in a tunnel, because the voices were still there, they echoed. Moments later my eyelids pinged open and I was lying somewhere warmer.

Willow's P.O.V

"So how've you been anyway?"

I turned my head towards Jeremy at the question and let a small smile tweak the corners of my mouth. My eyes remained vacant and unfocussed.

We had walked at least halfway to the lake by now but I hadn't minded the silence. I had been too lost in my own thoughts. I would be walking through a corridor, wary of being caught, keeping out of the patches of moonlight scattered along the path. I would walk carefully down the staircase into the Great hall and my feet would resonate loudly no matter how carefully I stepped. I could hear them I really could. Then I would head down again.

Each vacant step I took, I would take further into the gloom. In my mind there would be no rain pattering lightly on the hood of my cloak, no slippery grass beneath my feet. My feet would patter softly on the stone floor - I was more careful now - as I turned corner after corner, my eyes dancing in the oil-lamplight. I knew the way by heart now, and my feet would move without my hesitant prompting.

My gait began to slow. My heart beat a little faster. My breath caught slightly in my chest. I stopped in front of a door to my right. After a seconds pause I leaned into and pushed it open.

"You been good?"

I blinked a few times and looked at him. He was smiling kindly.

"Magnificent," I said flatly, "Fantastic. Superb. Absolutely spiffing and you?"

"I'm alright."

His weedy little smile was starting to peev me off slightly. I tweaked my hood further over my forehead and shoved my hands into my pockets.

"School work getting on top of you lately then?" he said in some phoney sympathetic voice, nodding knowingly.

We had reached a large oak by the side of the lake by now and I leaned my back against the trunk. My eyes were wandering back to the castle ahead of me. I shook off my hood and pulled a lollypop out of my pocket.

"What makes you think that?" I asked, unwrapping the lollypop, "I've been fine, a bit tired but what ya gonna do?"

He leaned against the trunk next to me and reached into his breast pocket.

"Well yeah, you just look a little distracted lately an I haven't seen you in the common room." I could practically hear the smirk. "And the rest of the time you're with them Gryffindors, seems like you never get a moment to yourself. That's why I wanted to see you this morning."

As I heard him mutter a lighting charm and attempting to spark his cigarette in the damp air, I felt a ghost of a smile in the corners of my mouth. My eyes softened.

I watched the rain pattering on the roof of a tower as I heard the cigarette finally light. Jeremy took a few short pulls and relaxed his shoulders onto the bark.

"That's a bad habit yanno" I muttered over the lollypop.

He chuckled. "Never bothered you before.""Well you're just a bad influence then." I finally let my head roll over towards him. I raised my eyebrows giving him a pointed look. He did suit smoking, I would admit. Made him look older. More mature. It was a nice change from the smirk.

"Since when were you such a prude? God them Gryffindors have changed y-"

I rolled my body over his pinning him to the tree with one leg. He wouldn't have moved anyway, he's all talk. I slammed my leg hand into his chest, my face so close to his I could feel his short gasps. My eyes were on fire, not making contact with his, my jaw locked stiffly in rage. I pulled the cigarette roughly out of his mouth and shoved it into my own, dragging deeply.

My eyes bored into his. Fear. I could see it there and felt a jolt of victory, I pulled it from my mouth and leaned over Stretton to stub it out on the tree behind him. I felt his hand-harsh as it had ever been-on my waist, holding me still. I could feel his breath on my ear.

"You think you're all that when you're really nothing."

His whisper was harsh and low. His hand was crushing my hip. I felt my triumphant shiver replace with fear. I tightened my hand hard against his chest.

"No you're the one who's nothing."

I pushed hard against him and stumbled over the ground, I wanted to put as much ground between us as possible. My face trembled, I could feel it as I pulled my hood as far over my head as possible. I wouldn't stop until I reached the castle, scrambling and breathless. I could feel my heart beating painfully as I stumbled into the entrance hall-

"Willow!" Hannah was rushing down the staircase, "Hospital wing! Caris fell out of bed." "Why don't we just get it over with and move into the place?" I hollered back as I ran to follow her.

Hannah's P.O.V

"Good point." I said laughing as we ran up to the hospital wing, my Quidditch robes fluttering behind me, a cape of billowing red. The Quidditch season began today with a massive game for Gryffindor, the grudge match:

Gryffindor Vs Slytherin

We'd been practising like crazy for the past three days, I'd come back to the common room every night exhausted as if I had been continuously running a marathon…but when you're the girlfriend and co-captain to an utter Quidditch obsessive then not only do you have to care for your own health but his too. Take last night for an example; absolutely chucking it down and he called a practice…now I don't have anything against that, but when he decides to try and stay for another two hours in the freezing cold is beyond crazy. I stayed out to make sure he wouldn't stay out there all night or die of a cold.

*Sigh*

That's Oliver for you, he stayed out there for the two hours before I convinced him that it was best for the team and himself if he'd come back up to the castle. He was that exhausted that he fell asleep as soon as he hit the sofa in front of the fire. He looked so adorable as he muttered things, smiling gently in his sleep as I put a blanket over him to make sure he was warm enough. I kissed his forehead, tucking a piece of hair back and walking back up to my dorm.

"Hannah!" someone yelled, pulling me out of my thoughts and to reality, I looked round and realised I was still on the Grand Staircase. I looked to my left to see Willow waving one hand and poking me in the arm. I swatted her arm away before stepping off the moving stairs.

"Daydreaming about Oliver naked?" she asked as a cheeky grin plastered itself on her face.

"Actually that wouldn't…wait…NO!" I declared, turning my head away from her as I blushed.

"No point in denying it!" she said jabbing me hard in the arm, I swatted her arm away once again before rubbing where she had jabbed me.

"I wasn't daydreaming about him naked." I said as we walked down the fourth floor corridor on the right side of the staircase (We're no that badass to go to the forbidden corridor…or are we?) towards the Hospital Wing.

"But you were daydreaming about him." she stated sticking her tongue out at me. I sighed as we entered the hospital wing, where there was a barrage of maroon red and black surrounding one of the beds.

"I won't deny that." I whispered to her, she giggled as we approached our group.

"What's funny?" Oliver asked as he put his arms round my waist and head on my shoulder.

"Nothing." I said innocently, looking at Willow trying to tell her telepathically not to say a word. Oliver looked between us and then looked at me as if he knew I wasn't telling him something…please God don't let him do those puppy dog eyes. But before he could use that powerful technique Willow blurted out:"Daydreaming…you…na-" she said as she laughed before I smacked her over the head. I looked back at Oliver, he was smirking.

"We'll discuss this…later." he whispered into my ear, breath tickling my skin and raising the hairs on the back of my neck. We kissed for a split second before we returned to Caris' bedside.

"Feeling any better?" Angie asked.

"Slightly, but my head is still hurting like a bludger hit me on the back of the head." she replied, I grimaced. I'd been hit by many bludgers and they killed, but the back of the head…OUCH! That sometimes could result in coma, brain damage or even death.

"Not the greatest thing to say today of all days is it?" Willow said as she sat next to the bed, Caris looked over at her confused.

"Why?" she asked, everyone looked shocked for a minute before realising she may have forgotten some things, after all falling out of bed is not the best thing for your head.

"Quidditch season starts today." I began, as I sat down on the side of the bed.

"Gryffindor Vs Slytherin starts in two hours." Oliver continued as he stood behind me, resting his hands on my shoulders. Caris looked over at Cedric who was sat at the head of the bed, looking very pale. He nodded in agreement, she then looked at the rest of us as we nodded also.

"Rats!" she exclaimed, "I wanted to watch you beat them too."I looked up at Oliver who was smiling triumphantly at her comment, I laughed quietly. At this point Madame Pomfrey came over.

"Don't worry dear, you'll be out of here quite soon and be able to watch the match." she said, as she gave Caris a drink of some bluey green liquid which looked…gross. Though apparently it tasted of yummy blueberries.

"You lot should have your own ward in this wing. I've never known one group of people that are in here as many times as people sneeze." she muttered scuttling away. After a while she came back ushering everyone out except Cedric. We waved goodbye and ventured down to the Great Hall to go get some breakfast, sitting at our normal table.

"I'm feeling lucky today." Angie said taking a bite out of her toast.

"Aye, aye." the twins chuckled, raising their eyebrows suggestively. She threw her toast at them which landed butter side down.

"Pervs!" she exclaimed, Willow, Oliver and I chuckled at this.

"I'll win it for you," Oliver said, kissing me on the forehead, then cheek, then lips.

"And I'll win it for you." I said, giving him what I like to call an Eskimo kiss.

"We'll win it for each other." he said smiling, resting his forehead against mine.

"Win it for ya' ma'!" Willow exclaimed, we turned to look at her munching on what was once a piece of crispy bacon, foreheads still touching. "What?"

Sausage!

Author's Notes:

Everyone: Thanks for reading this chapter was a bit delayed due to exams and guess what yes upcoming exams the joy of our lives woo! Anyway we hope you liked it and if not SAUSAGE! Ahem yes well anyway ciaos for now! ^_^