a/n: I've been getting few or none reviews for nearly this entire story. A while ago I decided that my weakest stories would be scrapped; currently this story is one of them. No, this has nothing to do with the whole 'review or else' tactic, I just have too many stories to focus on all of them at once. So if you truly do like this story and don't want it gone, please review and let me know.

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Violet lay face down on her child sized mahogany desk, too bored to even attempt to listen to the tutor's lecture. Draco tapped his fingers relentlessly from the desk next to hers, his lack of friends making this as dull for him as it was for her. Vinny and Greg had tutors of their own.

The noise was annoying, like a tiny drill determined to make its way into her skull. After it continued for nearly twenty minutes, Violet had a deep scowl perched upon her young face. Rising so she was only leaning on her palms, the dark haired girl sent Draco a vicious glare, only to scowl again when he replied with a grin.

The tapping got louder, more noticeable, and more unbearable. Violet's teeth started to grid, he was doing it on purpose. The bully probably figured she would do for entertainment until his friends could make an appearance.

The girl huffed and made a blatant show of facing the window, ignoring him. Draco seemed to take this personally, for it was but two minutes later that his tapping turned to loud, annoying hums. The tutor seemed to notice that much at least, and came over to scold him almost immediately.

Draco simpered his way out of punishment of course, he always did. Yet this did not wipe the triumphant grin from Violet's face; him getting in trouble had made her victorious. He could try to spark up the battle again once the tutor's back was turned all he liked, she had already won.

Still grinning, Violet took the opportunity to actually study what was going on outside the window. Being on the second floor, the view was actually quite good, not to mention a whole lot better that lessons. The sky was blue and cloudless; she could see the rolling green lawns and the darker trees of the surrounding woodlands.

Violet sighed out of pure wistfulness, seeing the maids and gardeners out in the fresh spring air. Oh how she wished she were any one of them, anything was better than where she was right now.

Perhaps if she had turned away then she wouldn't have seen it, that streak of orange dashing through the trees just beyond where the lawn broke; perhaps she wouldn't have recognized its owner as the very same muggle from the dragon's clearing.

Violet choked so hard she fell straight out of her chair, croaking something that sounded a lot like 'Merlin's Beard!' as the tutor rushed in to help her.

Draco didn't help; instead he began to laugh in a loud, obnoxious way that came across a lot like giggling. The paper airplane that he had been folding was left half done and forgotten. It was meant for her, that much was obvious, but Violet barely had time to glare before the tutor rushed her out of the room.

He took her to the Malfoy's private infirmary, briefly explaining the situation before she was left alone with over twenty Healers. Violet grumbled and twitched while they fussed over her; she could barely keep still at all. Finally the dark haired girl made a run for it when no one was looking. She didn't care that they would be mad at her, or that her aunt would disapprove, what she had seen in the forest was way more important.

It was all she could think of as she aptly dodged staff and family members alike, slipping out the one servant's exit that led straight to the woods. Soon she was running through the trees and over the brush.

Why was he here?

Finally Violet ground to a halt; identifying where she was as the place she had seen him from the window. It was uncomfortably close to the dragon's clearing actually, and that was a fact that made her nervous.

She really hoped the boy wouldn't be so stupid as to try that bowing stunt again. She didn't want to have to see what would happen if he did. She had been somewhat lying when she told him that the dragon would kill him all those months ago.

Well, she had toned it down; while the dragon would kill him, but it would do so by ripping off his skin and tearing his organs out.

The thought made Violet shake and summoned a sort of cold sweat on her skin. "Boy?" She called hesitantly, cursing that she didn't know his name or even if muggles had names at all. What should she do? He wasn't here, she couldn't hear him. "Uh. . . you? Person who tried bowing to a muggle eating dragon?"

There was a boyish chuckle behind her that was so sudden, she slipped in her attempt to turn and jump at the same time. The muggle boy laughed.

"Muggle eating dragon?" He questioned with a laugh still in his voice, his wording making Violet realize that she had once more said something she shouldn't of have. When she did nothing but turn red and stare at the forest floor, the boy took the initiative to continue.

"You know I have a name right?" He smiled and stuck out his hand. "It's Chris."

He looked so much friendlier now than he did back then. Was he truly a muggle? The name sounded like one a wizard might have; perhaps the strange clothes were just a ruse. Violet stared at his hand like it was a strange and dangerous creature. She only grasped his hand with her own when he looked ready to let it drop.

"I'm Violet."

He gave her hand a heady shake, surprising her. What happened to the angry boy she had tackled so he wouldn't get killed by a stone dragon. Had someone slipped him a Personality Reversal Potion? Because that's what it looked like to her.

Why was he here?

". . . 'ain't it Violet?" The boy was saying, having had already released her hand and started a conversation, unbeknownst to the girl herself. "The weather's really pretty today too, the trees are all green and stuff." The boy. . . no, Chris shifted on his feet. Was he nervous? Why? Did he finally get that he was trespassing again?

"Why are you here?" She asked with a rather blunt voice, choosing that question over the impolite 'why are you babbling?'. Chris must have still found it rude though; he went silent for a good minute or two.

"Well I. . ." He looked at his feet, looking for a moment much like she had at the beginning of this odd conversation. "Uh. . . I was thinking of maybe. . ." He paused again, Violet was mildly shocked to see he was biting his lip. Just how many personalities did this boy have?

"Do you think we could maybe hang out?" He finally finished, fixing her with an intense gaze. It made Violet nervous; she shifted on her feet, still trying to process what he had just asked her.

"You want to hang out?" The girl questioned, trying the unfamiliar phrase out on her tongue. What in Merlin's name did that mean? All she could picture was the time she and Malfoy had tested who could hang upside down from tree branches longer. If he wanted to do that then she would pass; she had lost.

"Yeah. . ." Chris gave her blank gaze an incredulous look. "You know. Spend time together?"

Oh! Comprehension hit Violet like a stunning spell. "Why in merlin's name would you want to do that?" She questioned, taking her own turn at being incredulous. "I tackled you."

"Well, yeah." The boy admitted sheepishly, nervously adjusting a brown curl that had escaped from his outrageous orange hat. "You told me to never come back too."

Violet's look became a stare; there was a long moment of silence. It was a while before she broke it. "But you are back." She looked at his funny hat, at his brown curls, at his strange checkered shirt and thick blue trousers; he had blue eyes, they were deep and full of emotion. "You don't belong here."

"Why?" The boy persisted, sounding a lot like he had nearly half a year ago when he had insisted that her bowing to the dragon enabled him to do the same. "You have fingers, toes, eyes and teeth, so do I. You can talk and walk, I can too. If you belong here, I can be here." His smile was slightly triumphant and more than a little cocky, Violet sighed.

In all the horror stories her family had told her about muggles; not one had mentioned how stubborn they were. She gave him another look; her aunt and uncle would keel right over if they knew who she was talking to right now. By all means, she should tell him to bug off.

He was a muggle, she was a witch, and their kinds should never mix. She was above him, he was nothing but a beast that shared the same form as she did. Yet. . . if that was true then why did he sound so smart? He was right, they did both walk and talk and look alike.

So Violet smiled, "Fine," she allowed. "I have time, why don't we play a game right now?"

Chris smiled too, not knowing that she was supposed to be in lessons or that, if she had been her cousin, their game wouldn't have been fun at all for him. Idly, Violet found herself wondering why he had come back at all, for all he knew she could be a death eater.

"That sounds fun!" He agreed, immune to the thoughts of the girl before him. "Do you mind if I choose?"

Violet shrugged, the brown haired boy grinned.

"Ever heard of Follow the Leader?"

Violet could only blink. What in Merlin's name was that?