Author's Note: Thanks to all who reviewed! And I have a request. I can't remember what color Malfoy's eyes are in the books. I tried to find it, but I'm having a bit of trouble. I think they might be blue, so that's what color I'm making them. But if you know, can you tell me please? Thanks!

Anyways, in this chapter, Arra begins to have more feelings, but are they for Harry? Read and find out! :-)

Enjoy! And I don't own Harry Potter.

As Arra had suspected, it would indeed be a very long year. It seemed as if time was going by slower than frozen molasses. However, much to her delight, the whispers had begun to die down a bit. But other than that, the year hadn't gotten off to a very good start for Arra. Professor Trelawney, the divination teacher, told Harry that he would most certainly die, all because she had seen a stupid dog in his teacup. When Arra looked inside of the cup with the rest of the class, she thought it looked just like a regular dog, kind of like the dog she used to have as a child--Padfoot, or something like that. Also, when Arra pointed that fact out, Trelawney said that Arra would have something to do with the Grim and Harry. This of course did not make Arra happy. First off she was afraid of her dad killing Harry, and now she had to worry about herself doing him in as well! Since that day, like Hermione, Arra hated Trelawney. But that wasn't much of a surprise, Arra hated most of her teachers.

Something else that was new this year was Hagrid. Dumbledore had made him the Care of Magical Creatures teacher this year. But during their first lesson, Arra decided that she didn't care for this course either. It had started off quite exciting though. Hagrid had brought out a few Hippogriffs, and boy were they magnificent. Harry and Arra were both approved by Buckbeak to pet him, and it was actually a lot of fun until Draco was suddenly attacked by the animal! Arra freaked out when she saw her best friend lying on the ground as Buckbeak trampled him. For a fleeting moment when he wasn't moving, her heart skipped a few beats--she thought he was dead. She almost felt tears sting her eyes until he moved and groaned in pain. From behind her, she heard Ron and Harry snickering at him. She rounded on them.

"It's not his fault!" She said.

"It's not Buckbeak's fault either. He didn't try and kill you or me so it must have been Malfoy's fault!" Ron argued.

Arra glanced at the Hippogriff, she did like Buckbeak quite a bit, but she didn't want to admit that it was Draco's fault. "He just must have said something that made him mad. But I'm sure it was just an accident! He didn't mean to insult him." She said more to herself than them.

After that class, nothing that exciting had happened so far. Of course there was that one Defense Against the Dark Arts class where Professor Lupin had them face a boggart. They had entered the room and immediately noticed the wardrobe in the middle of the room that was shaking quite violently. Professor Lupin addressed them and told them about the creature that was occupying the wardrobe. Everyone was extremely interested in what he was saying and was staring at him with full attention. However, Arra was looking at him for another reason. She was so sure that she knew him from somewhere! She hadn't addressed him about it since the carriage ride, but she was sure he was hiding something from her. Because sometimes he saw her staring quizzically at him and he would momentarily flush and catch her eye before averting them and looking everywhere but her on purpose. Arra hadn't gotten a chance to face the boggart that day, as she was in line right behind Harry and Professor Lupin had ended the lesson with him.

Finally they learned of the news that all of the third years became excited about--Hogsmeade. The first visit was to be on Halloween and it seemed as if Ron had been enchanted to talk about it endlessly, much to the dismay of Harry and Arra; neither of them were able to go to Hogsmeade, as it was too dangerous what with a killer on the loose and everything.

"Honeydukes should be amazing!" Ron said excitedly as the four friends were sitting on the couch in the common room the night before the trip. Hermione kicked him in the shin. "Ouch! What was that for?!"

Hermione hissed at him and used her eyes to point at Harry and Arra, who were clearly despondent at the fact that they couldn't go with their friends the next day.

"Oh, sorry." Ron said embarrassed at his lack of consideration for his friends.

"It's alright, Ron." Arra said. "It's not like it's your fault that we can't go. I'm sure you had nothing to do with the fact that everyone thinks I'm going to let my father in the school if I leave the grounds for even a second." She scowled.

"They don't think that! They just don't want you to get hurt. And Harry too! They're only looking out for your best interests!" Hermione explained.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." Harry said. Arra rolled her eyes.

"I'm going to bed." She said. "Goodnight guys."

"Oh, ok. 'Night." They said as she climbed the stairs to her dormitory. Her two other roommates Lavender and Parvati were already asleep, clearly wanting to be well rested for their trip tomorrow. Arra changed into her pajamas and flopped down on the bed, her angry thoughts towards her father drifting her into sleep…

'Arra…' a voice said from somewhere in the distance. She whirled around in search of the owner of the voice, but no one was to be found. 'Arra…' it said again, closer now. She was sure she knew the voice from somewhere, she had heard it before, and now it was behind her. She could feel the owner of the voice just meters away from her; she didn't have to see them to know they were there, she just knew. She reached for her wand in her pocket, but found her hand closing on air. Now she was frightened, she had no way to defend herself, or Harry. He wasn't even here, but she knew that if she let this creature pass her, Harry would be in danger. She couldn't let that happen. One last time it called her name, stronger this time, angry. 'Arra!' She reeled around to face her attacker as a large black mass of fur came lunging at her. It's yellow eyes filled with madness as it's jaws snapped wildly at her face. The creature was mere inches from her face, she would surely die now. Another voice came now, Harry's. 'ARRA!'

Arra bolted upright in bed gasping for air, sweat drenching her body and her clothes. She breathed deeply while attempting to make her heart come back to a normal beating pace. She pinched herself lightly just to make sure she was awake, she'd never had a nightmare that frightening before in her entire life. She carefully lowered herself back onto the mattress, her heart rate slowing slightly. Whose voice was that at the beginning? I know I know it, but I haven't heard it in years. Not since I was a child. And why was a dog trying to kill me, and Harry too? I've never had a run-in with dogs before, they're always friendly to me. I even had a dog once, and it never even bit me. Come to think of it, my dog sort of looks like the dog from my dream…but that's just a coincidence; it has to be. And nobody is going to kill me, or Harry, or anyone for that matter. Not my dad, not a dog, not anybody! And with that convincing thought, she went back to a dreamless sleep.

The next morning, the four Gryffindors walked down to the entrance hall, where everyone was meeting in order to go to Hogsmeade. Harry and Arra said their goodbyes to Ron and Hermione when Arra heard a familiar voice from behind her.

"Arra!" Draco said striding towards her.

"Hey, going to Hogsmeade I see?"

"And I see that you're not." He said a bit angry. Not at her, but at the fact that she wasn't going, or wasn't able to. "I was hoping that we could spend some time together, as we never get to anymore."

"I would love to Draco, but you know as well as I that the only way I'm getting out of this castle is if my dad breaks in and takes me himself." She said sadly.

"I'm sure that you can come with me, father will take care of everything if I ask him to."

"You're father hates me."

"But I don't." He added with a dazzling smile. "Oh come on! What's the worst that can happen?" He pleaded taking her hands in his and shaking them a bit like an impatient ten year old.

She laughed at his behavior. "I can't go with you, as much as I want to. But you're more than welcome to stay here with me." She added with hopefulness, even though she already knew his answer.

He made a face. "As much as I would like to do that, I promised mother that I would get her some sweets from Honeydukes, and I don't want to disappoint her." He fibbed.

She smiled. "Liar. But go anyways, don't worry about me."

"I always worry about you Arra." He interrupted. "You're not around for me to look after anymore, and you and I both know that I have plenty of reasons to worry about you." He said with a bit of a serious tone as he looked into her eyes, still holding her hands.

Arra's eyes widened a bit at his kind gesture. She knew that her and Draco were good friends, and that they cared about each other, but as he stared at her with his piercing blue eyes, she knew that his feelings ran a bit deeper. Her stomach did a small flip as she felt blood fill her cheeks. She swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat. "Umm, you should go. I mean, everyone is leaving." She removed her hands from his grasp. "Don't want to be left behind. I'll catch up with you later, ok?" She was already walking towards the castle and away from him.

She began to walk down an empty corridor, thinking out loud. "You have got to be kidding me! First, my stomach does tiny backflips when I see Harry, and now it's doing it for Draco too?!" She looked down at her stomach and lightly hit it. "Are you just tumbling for any guy I see? Are you going to do it at the next boy that walks around that corner?!" She stopped talking when she heard footsteps.

"Hi Arra." Neville Longbottom said as he came into view. "Everything alright?" He asked when he saw her anxious face and hand clutching her stomach.

"Fine." She squeaked out as he left. "Oh thank God." She said relieved as she felt no familiar sensation in her abdomen. She started talking to her stomach again, "I'm sorry I said that. Don't be offended, two guys is enough, thanks. And if you start flipping for Longbottom, I'll stop feeding you!" She warned. She looked back up straight with a frown on her face. "What the hell am I doing? I'm talking to my stomach!" She scolded herself. "There is definitely something wrong with me." She started walking towards the library, deciding she just needed some time to think. 'Draco and Harry are both my best friends. She thought to herself. I don't want to have those kinds of feelings for either of them, much less both of them! If I could just pick one, that would be a good start. I think I just need a sign or something--

"Oof!" She said as she walked into a person, as she wasn't watching where she was going.

"Arra, you are clumsier than a drunk hobo." Harry said as Arra looked at the person she ran into.

Speak of the Devil. She thought. Or, at least one of the Devils I suppose.

"Hey Harry." She said trying to sound casual. "What are you doing?"

"Well I was going to go to the library but I don't think I really feel like it. Maybe I'll go visit Hedwig at the Owlery. Care to join me?"

"Yeah, ok." She said a bit tentatively; she wasn't completely sure if she wanted to be alone with him right now. They climbed the stairs to the Owlery in silence, each absorbed in their own thoughts. Arra kept stealing glances at Harry, unbeknownst to him. They finally reached the top and Hedwig immediately swooped down when she saw Harry and pecked him affectionately.

"Hey there Hedwig. Miss me much?" He laughed as the owl continued to peck him.

"I think she likes you just a bit too much." Arra joked as she stroked Hedwig's back as she rested on Harry's arm.

"Well that's no surprise. I'm very likeable." Winking at her with a charming smile.

"Oh don't flatter yourself." She said turning away from him, trying to hide her blushing face.

He faked sadness at her remark. "Why would you say that?" He came striding towards her until he was standing before her. "Don't you like me?" He smirked.

Arra laughed nervously, trying to cover up for a smile that just wanted to break out on her face. "Well do you like me?" She said smirking.

"I asked you first." He said still sneering as well while taking a step closer to her. In no time, the space between them had suddenly disappeared and they were just mere inches away from each other.

Fighting the urge to throw her arms around him, Arra forced herself to back away from him all the while trying not to run back to him. And even though this action tore her apart, her signature half-smile smirk never left her face. "I don't feel like answering."

She said nonchalantly as she started petting a tawny school owl.

"Hmmm, interesting." Harry said philosophically as he mockingly stroked his chin. "Are there any inner feelings you would like to share with the class?" He asked, much like a psychiatrist would, as he gestured to the owls around them as the class.

Arra chuckled. "No." She then glanced at her watch. "You know, I actually have somewhere I need to be right now, so I'm going to go, ok?" She lied. "I'll meet up with you later though."

"Oh, ok then. Bye." He said waving her off.

She bounded down the steps at an alarming pace, just incase Harry decided to leave the owlery right after her, she didn't want to have to face him again just yet. As she passed a hallway, a familiar voice called her name from behind her.

"Arra?" Professor Lupin said from an open classroom.

"Oh hello Professor." She said trying to act casual, as she was still a bit flushed from her conversation with Harry.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"Oh, I'm fine. Just a bit out of breath I suppose. Just came from the owlery."

"I understand. That's quite a walk all the way up there and back. Why don't you come in, I was just about to make some tea." He said smiling.

"Uh, sure." She decided this would be a good time to ask him why he was familiar to her. Maybe he just didn't want to say it because other people were around at the time. She entered his office and marveled at the many objects that were placed around the room.

"Tea?" He offered her a cup filled with the steaming liquid. She said a word of thanks and took the drink.

"You look a bit apprehensive Arra. Anything troubling you?"

"Yes actually," she said placing the cup on the table. "You remember when we were in the carriage, coming up to the school?"

"Yes, our first meeting." He said nodding as he began pouring tea for himself.

"No it wasn't." She said confidently. He stopped making the tea and looked at her with shock.

"What in the world would make you say that?" He said sitting in his chair across from her.

"I'm positive that I know you from somewhere. I knew when I saw you and when I heard your voice. And I know you know me, so you might as well just stop denying it." She raised her voice a bit.

"I assure you Arra, we have never met before." He said plainly.

"Did you know my father?" She asked as the idea hit her.

He choked on his tea that he had been sipping. "What? Where are you getting these ideas?"

"I know I've seen you before, and I'm fairly sure that it was when I was very young. Therefore, it only makes sense that you would know my father as well." She said matter-of-factly. He opened his mouth to say something but no words came out. "Or perhaps you do know my father, but you just don't want to admit that you have a past with someone like him, and by default, someone like me?!" She said standing up.

He stood up as well. "I think it's time that you left, Miss Black."

She scowled at him. "I thought that you would be honest with me, unlike everyone else in the world. I'm not a child anymore, I deserve to know the truth!"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you the truth, Arra." He said grimly.

"Try me."

They were interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Come in." Lupin said.

Professor Snape entered and presented a small flask to Lupin.

"Ah, thank you Severus." He said to Snape. "Arra, I think we will have to finish this conversation another time."

She looked at both Professors, unsmiling. "Fine." And with that she left.

***

Arra met up with Harry, Ron and Hermione at the feast, and they told them all about Hogsmeade. Arra had gotten over her daily feelings for Harry and was now able to talk to him normally again. They all ate their full and departed to their dormitory.

"Arra!" Draco's voice called for her. She didn't turn around to talk to him but instead urged her friends forward.

"Don't you want to talk to Malfoy?" Ron asked confused.

"No. Let's just go." She said shortly as her friends looked at each other, confused at her odd behavior.

They reached Gryffindor tower and were met with a large crowd.

"Why isn't anyone going in?" Ron asked with an annoyed voice.

"Let me through!" Came the voice of Dumbledore as he pushed through the students.

"What's going on?" Arra asked.

"The Fat Lady! She's gone!" Someone shouted.

"Professor McGonagall, alert the ghosts and the portraits to keep an eye out for her, we must find her!"

"Good luck with that!" The sing song voice of Peeves came ringing through the crowds.

"What do you mean Peeves? Did you see her, do you know who did this?" He asked calmly but urgently.

"She's quite a mess you know. But I suppose you would be too, your Headship, if the same happened to you. He got a bit angry, when she wouldn't let him in. Nasty temper he's got, that Sirius Black."

Everyone gasped and started frantically looking around. And before she even knew what she was doing, Arra was running. Running away from everyone, everything, not even knowing or caring where she was going. Just going away.

Hope you all enjoyed it! Today, for those of who review, I have triple chocolate cake! :)