A/N: Taking your advice, I'm doing a character at a time or so. Kat first, of course. Hope you enjoy, I'll update asap.

Kat took a breath, and then a step. Reminding herself to continue to put one foot in front of the other, she strode into the Great Hall valiantly, fighting back every urge to turn on her heel and sprint. Not that she really could anyway; the four inch snakeskin Louboutin's she was wearing weren't exactly designed for the track. She'd known that people would stare, but she wasn't prepared for the deafening silence, every pair of eyes locked on her as they quietly wondered who'd be the first to break – them, or her.

Sitting down in her usual spot, she was hyper aware of Pansy's eyes burning a hole through her forehead, her perfectly stained red lips curved into a triumphant smirk. Daphne cleared her throat from somewhere to Kat's right, covering her high-pitched giggle with faked phlegm. Kat never thought she'd find herself wishing for the days when the girls had greeted her with forced politeness before ignoring her for the rest of breakfast. Needless to say, she was. In fact, she'd forgone wishing and jumped straight into prayer.

"You know," Pansy's voice broke through Kat's prayer loudly, "I heard yesterday that someone in this school has a particular interest in Professor Flitwick. Which amazes me, as he's nearly a billion years old and only three feet tall. Some girls just have a penchant for older men, I suppose." Cackling loudly, Daphne jumped in, "Yeah. I've heard of cougars. What would you call a young girl that only goes after old men?"

Kat could feel her fingers curling into fists in her lap, her Chanel Black Satin lacquered nails digging almost painfully into her sweaty palms. Her face was flushed pink, and her head throbbed with the intense need for nicotine. Glancing up, she saw Blaise across from her, eyes flickering between the girls as he swallowed hard with anticipation.

"Pansy," Kat finally ground out, once she had reassured herself that she would stay in her seat and not rip the hair straight from the thinner girl's scalp. "If you are curious about my life, past or present, I would hope that you could come to me, as your roommate, and ask. What you did was low, something I wouldn't expect from you – I thought you'd been raised better." A collective gasp sounded at the table.

"As for the rest of you," Kat began, glaring at every person within eyesight, "you have no idea what went on. What little details you gathered from the article that was so nicely spammed around the school in no way fully encompass what happened. I don't expect any of you to understand, now or ever. However, if you have any questions, you may come to me and I'll answer them truthfully. There's no point in hiding it anymore, I suppose." With that, she rose from the table, her plate of breakfast foods untouched. As she left the hall, Gregory Goyle reached across the table, taking her plate and setting it over his now empty one.

"That was… brave of you," Blaise said breathlessly when he had finally caught up to Kat. "I mean, as much as you know, you could've destroyed both the girls, had you wanted." Kat spun around, her eyes just as heated as they had been in the Great Hall as the locked on his.

"Don't you dare talk to me like everything between us is fine," she spat out, her eyes narrowing. "You told Draco! Without speaking to me about first! To say the least, you're not at the top of my list either right now." Kat turned around, continuing her self-righteous march back to her dorm. A large hand clamped around her bicep stopped her short, forcefully. She found herself pulled back against a broad, familiar chest and she cringed with distaste.

"Get your fucking hands off of me," Kat growled, unable to turn around a face Blaise, smack him like she really wanted.

"Does treating me like shit make you feel any better about yourself?," Blaise rumbled lowly and Kat froze at the raw fury she heard in his voice. "I had every right to tell my best friend about how you used me for a quick fuck," he said lowly, spinning Kat to face him, his fingers digging into her arms enough to make her shrink back with the sudden realization of exactly how much stronger he was.

"Used you?," Kat said though she trembled. "You have a girlfriend! And about three other girls, that I know of, that you're with on the side! If anything, we used each other." She looked at the stone floor, avoiding his eyes at all costs. "I thought we both understood that what happened between us was to be forgotten. Ignored. Never brought up again." His fingers loosened as her eyes closed and she heard the breath escape from him as if he'd just been punched in the stomach.

Sardonic laughing caused her eyes to pop open, and she felt her anger spike again.

"We both know that what happened was not just some momentary lapse of judgment," Blaise said dangerously, grabbing her chin, forcing her to look into his cerulean eyes, forcing her to own up to something she hadn't even admitted to herself yet. "Tell me that you didn't want it. That you hadn't thought of it before that day. Tell me right now that you don't think about it now, that you wouldn't do it again given the chance. Tell me. I can't promise I'll believe you, but I'll leave you alone."

Kat said nothing as the tears stung her eyes, blurring her vision, mutating the boy in front of her.

"Exactly," spat Blaise, releasing her chin, his hands dropping to his sides. He stepped past her then, continuing on until she could no longer hear his footsteps echoing through the empty hall.

"I have to admit Pansy, I didn't think you had it in you," Draco spoke quietly, his voice gruff in that familiar post-coital way. The smirk that hadn't left Pansy's face since breakfast widened and her nails scratched along his defined hipbone absentmindedly. Not that she would admit it to anyone, but if there was one thing she craved, it was Draco's praise. She wasn't immature enough to need constant compliments; she had enough confidence to make it on her own. It was nice to be told every once in a while, however, that she was beautiful, intelligent, conniving. The usual things.

"To be honest," Draco continued, sitting up in his bed, causing Pansy's head to slip from his chest, "I kind of hoped you didn't." Pansy sat up to, her bare chest exposed, frowning at his words. Draco only rolled his eyes, standing from his bed, pulling his shorts back on. "Who knew you were such a heartless bitch?" Pansy gasped at his words, her mouth opening to speak.

"No, let me continue," Draco said in a way that quieted her immediately. "I've put up with a lot of shit from you, Pansy. I've dropped a lot of friends just because they're not up to your ludicrously high standards. I've ignored things that I want to do because you'd rather go shopping, or spend the day in, or go somewhere to show off the fact that you have me. And I'm sick of it." Pansy's face hardened, but her bottom lip trembled.

"Pansy, you're so fucking insecure! The fact that you parade me around, what you did to Kat, you demanding I tell you how beautiful you are during sex… I mean, it's crazy! You're insane! You're a fucking model, for chrissake, I shouldn't have to tell you every waking moment that you're attractive." Draco shook with the onslaught of emotions. He'd promised himself to keep composure, to handle this as calmly as he could, and the tears the stung in his eyes surprised him. It had to be everything, all added together, coming together in this one explosion – it sure as hell wasn't just Pansy that had him so upset.

"I'm only a kid, Pansy. I can't… you're too much for me to deal with. Maybe I don't deserve you, maybe you don't deserve me. I'm not sure. It's just not working out. I'm not sure if it ever really has," Draco said with a heavy sigh, his shoulders falling.

"We... we just slept together," Pansy said after several long moments of uncomfortable, tense silence. Draco shrugged.

"I suppose I should apologize, but I don't really feel that it's necessary." He shrugged again. "I used you, just like you've been using me these past months. I'm not a trophy boyfriend, Pansy. Find someone far more stupid if that's what you're searching for." He slid his pants on effortlessly, picking up his belt from the floor, leaving it folded in half in his hand. Pansy's mascara made two messy trails down her face and his chest tightened looking at her. He hadn't loved her, hardly liked her sometimes, but he wasn't a jerk. He didn't being her source of hurt.

"Now, either you can leave now, or I'll leave and give you a while. But you need to be gone by the time I get back."

Kat sat alone in the library, pretending to read the textbook in front of her. She was pretty sure anyone watching closely enough would know she was faking, as her eyes had been stuck on the same word for the past thirteen minutes and had no intention of moving on to the next anytime soon. Having become frozen the moment Daphne walked into the library and sat at the table across from her, Kat was trying her hardest to not completely breakdown and leap across the library tables in a manner eerily reminiscent to her namesake and claw at the girl. She hardly even glanced up when the chair across from her was jostled into the table, in an attempt to gain her attention.

Emilie Winchester stood across from Kat, glaring heatedly at the Slytherin girl, wishing she had superpowers capable of vaporizing her. She may be a Hufflepuff, but she wasn't against a bit of violence when it came to protecting matters of the heart.

"May I help you?," Kat finally drawled boredly, sitting back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest.

"You little bitch," Emilie said with barely concealed anger.

"What have I done to you? I don't even know your name," Kat said a bit incredulously, through with being shat on for the day.

"You slept with Blaise Zabini!" And suddenly it wasn't just one pair of eyes scorching her, it was two. Not one girl ready to tear her limb from limb, but two. Fuck.

Kat stood, so she at least seemed level with the two girls about to kill her. "Yes, I did," she said tiredly. She glanced at Daphne, who looked practically murderous. "It takes two to do it, you know." A weak attempt at giving half the blame to Blaise; she knew the two girls would never hold it against him. "I'm not the only one at fault her," she said pointedly, looking at Emilie, and then Daphne. "I'll leave you two to sort it out."

An hour later, the news was out. Two of the most handsome boys of the Slytherin dorm were single again, and Kat Dubrovskiy was looking to transfer.