Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters, except my own.

Author's Notes:

My (Emily's) POV

The next few weeks weren't so bad. I practically ignored and cussed (Just Kidding) everyone that came my way.

Except Marie and Sam.

They forced me to forgive them, and I was kind of glad they were there. Anyway after that Sam went up to Malfoy and asked, "It's because you're gay, isn't it?"

Then Marie said, "Yeah, he would rather get funky with the troll twins."

I practically died laughing. I actually doubled over and collapsed on the ground, holding my sides while Marie and Sam stood with their hands at their hips and a look of accomplishment on their faces.

"AHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"

My laughter echoed through the hallways, until it was ringing in your eardrums.

Holding my sides, I ran over and hugged Sam and Marie, sticking my tongue out at Draco. His face was contorted into an expression of one just eating a lemon.

The next day…

Since I had been avoiding Seamus the whole two (and a half) weeks, I decided to go up to him and apologize for not meeting him, and completely blowing him off.

'This is basically going to be hardest thing that I had ever had to do in a long time.' I thought as I walked slowly over to the table where he was playing chess in the common room with Dean.

My heart beat faster and the blood rushed to my ears as I stood there, folding my hands behind my back.

"Um, Seamus? Can I talk to you…please?" I asked, shifting from one foot to another.

"Uh, sure." He responded, not taking his eyes off of the chess board, "Right after I kick Dean's butt."

"In your dreams, Finnigan!" Dean retorted, pumping his hand in the air victoriously.

I didn't know why he was acting so victorious. He was losing.

So, I waited for them to finish. And waited. And waited.

I waited till the point of people giving me strange looks.

What is TAKING them so long?!

I closed the short distance between me and the two boys, looking aggravated.

"What is taking so long?!" I asked, hands on hips.

Seamus looked up apologetically. "We...uh…started another game…"

"WHAT?!" I exploded, furious.

"I'm sorry!" Seamus pleaded, "I just…er…"

"Jeez calm down!" Dean scolded, briefly glancing up from the board and then moving his piece.

I saw him move it two times in a row.

That cheater.

"I've been waiting for a HOUR!" I yelled, throwing my hands up with emphasis.

"Sorry!" Seamus apologized, looked bashful.

A slight blush was creeping up his neck, and I swallowed a grin.

"Look," I sighed, "I really want to talk to you…"

"Okay." He said immediately, standing up so fast that he knocked the chess board to the floor.

I motioned for him to follow me into a corner of the room, hidden behind a sofa.

When we were both crouched down into the space, I began to talk.

"Look, Seamus, I'm sorry about….Hogsmeade. I know I left and promised to come back and I didn't, and then I ignored you for weeks." I apologized, sniffed loudly to hold back tears.

Why do I keep crying?

I dug my nails into my arm to keep from crying in front of him, but, as always, I began to weep. There weren't really a lot of tears; only a few. But I started shaking, crouched into the fetal position.

He hadn't said anything for a few minutes, and I didn't want to look up to see him laughing at me.

"Emily, please stop crying."

I looked up, and his face was blurry through my tear stained eyes.

"It's okay, really. I know what happened with Malfoy." He whispered, looking awkward.

He kept glancing over his shoulder, then back at me.

Then I laughed, wiping away my tears.

"Yeah, I should've thought that." I laughed, starting to get up out of the cramped position I had been in for the past few minutes.

He did the same, clearing his throat.

"So…we're good now?" he asked, his eyes hopeful.

"Yeah." I grinned, scooting out of the corner.

Then, right as I was starting to get out, Seamus decided to follow right behind.

Bad idea.

He tripped, supposedly over my leg, and landed flat on top of me. I yelped and rolled over on my back, so his face was inches from mine.

His sky blue eyes were extremely wide, and his face turned as red as the Gryffindor symbol.

I felt my face burning and my heart beat faster as the time seemed to drag on.

I finally had to clear my throat, jerking him back to reality.

"O-oh. S-sorry…"he mumbled, shakily getting off of me and backing up back into the corner.

I smiled awkwardly, nodded, and got back up. Once I had gotten out of there, I was finally able to breathe.

"Good God that was awkward." I breathed, hurrying out of the common room.

"What?"

I turned around on my heel so fast that I crashed into Parvati Patil.

"Oh, sorry." I apologized.

She glared at me and walked away, down the moving staircases, past those portraits with really bad senses of humor.

"Sorry, dear, did I do that?"

I turned around again.

"Who's there? I…oh."

I realized that the Fat Lady was talking to me. Rolling my eyes, I ran to get as far away from Seamus as possible.

The next day…

"What do we have today?" Sam asked the next morning, mouth full of eggs.

"Herboligy." I replied, forking some egg into my mouth myself.

"Urghh!!!" Marie groaned, slamming her head on the table.

"What?" I asked, snorting as Marie picked her head up, a piece of toast stuck to her forehead.

"I don't have Herboligy!!"

"Oh, that sucks. Well, I've got to go get there early." I said hurriedly, seeing Draco stand up, ready to walk out of the Great Hall.

"Oh, okay. I'll see you later."

At herboligy…

Herboligy was extremely boring.

God.

I liked Professor Sprout, but I didn't really care for plants.

And since some idiots in Slytherin weren't behaving, she had grouped us into pairs, each pair couldn't have two of the same house.

Great.

And, of course, I had to be paired with, you guessed it, Draco.

And he didn't like that.

Anyway, we had to repot a mandrake, since last year it didn't go so well, and they had to do it again. So we wore these fuzzy gray earmuffs, and beige aprons, which looked absolutely hilarious on Neville, who managed to put it on backwards.

Trying my best to be civil with Malfoy, I told him that I would lift and hold the Mandrake, and if he could pour the soil on it.

Smirking, he nodded. So, when I lifted the Mandrake up out of it's pot, it started screeching. Just as I was about to put it back into the new pot, I felt someone pull my earmuffs off my head.

"Shit…" I whispered, dropping the Mandrake heavily in the pot and clasping my hands around the earmuffs.

I strained to face the person who tried to make me faint.

Malfoy.

"What was that?!" I yelled above the screaming, irritating, ugly naked plants. The stupid plants looks like wrinkled up babies. Yuck.

He grinned, pointed to his earmuffs and shrugged.

That git. I know he heard me.

So I wound up repotting the stupid plant myself, pouring the soil roughly over the thing.

Since Professor Sprout graded us on teamwork, too, Malfoy and I got an S for Satisfactory.

Great.

"Malfoy," I yelled, once we had taken off our earmuffs, apron and gloves," What the heck is with you! Thanks to you, we only got an S!"

"Yeah, well that's more than you could ever hope for!" he retorted, tossing his apron onto the ground.

The greenhouse fumes were making me dizzy, and were clouding my vision.

"Whatever." I responded, gradually making my way out of the overcrowded greenhouse.

I didn't feel like dealing with him yet.