Chapter 2

Draco sighed, trying really hard not to do anything rash...like placing several well aimed hexes at all the students plus a few teachers as well gossiping throughout the great hall. This was one of the drawbacks of being famous, secretly or not, there's always gossip and speculation. It was actually really flattering to be called sexy by so many, if not a little disturbing. I suppose I could admit that it's amusing to see them practically obsess on our real idenity. With another roll of my eyes I take my food and follow my friends ouside.

"Merlin you were right 'Mione this music is awsome. And that Lyra chick, now shes a looker. Think she'd go out with me if I asked." It was the Weasel and I was trying very hard not to hurl; as it was I managed to do a muggle famous spit take. My eyes watered at the sheer force of my coughing and it took every ounce of patience I had not to scoff or laugh a bit hystericaly. Bloody hell, but did the Weasel have to be so loud, Merlin it was like he was trying to let Japan hear too.

"Don't be silly Ron, for all you know she could be a guy in halter top and leather. The're called secret identitys for a reason." She didn't seem like she believed her own words.

"Nope there's no way an angel like that could be secretly hiding a second wand. She's too delicate and beautiful." He reverently caressed the screen of Hermione's 'attuned to magic' laptop. Even I got to admit that was pure genius, it certainly made the covers easier to finish.

Not that I'd ever tell her that of course. My god the next time Pansy even attempts to suggest eating by the lake I'll personally hex her to kindom come and back. I thought as a few feet in front of me the muggle-born know-it-all wacked the ginger creep up-side the head.

A wave of disgust washed over me as he clutched my picture to his chest and continued to praise my features.

"Disgusting isn't it. He doesn't know anything about her and he fancies himself in love." Blaise lips curl and Greg and Vince grunt, 'bout all they could do to agree in such a public place anyhow. "Though it does make you wonder how he'll react if he finds out exactly who he's...complimenting." We share a brief look of amusement.

"It kinda makes me feel bad for Granger though. A mouse could tell she likes him" Milli murmurs.

I roll my eyes heavenward and hum thinking. "I suppose its not entirely his fault, I don't think he ever really fancied anyone real. How's he supposed to know how to judge by personality if he never felt anything remotely close to true empathy."

"Hmm, be that as it may it doesn't excuse being a superficial bastard does it" Pans eyes are narrowed and she's actually scowling. Thankfully, no one decides to comment and we all just go back to staring and listening. It really is amusing watching them try to figure out who we really are and I can't help but smile .

"Why is Potter staring at you?" Theo asks.

I startle and almost unconsciously seek those blazing green eyes with mine. He is indeed looking at me, an intense look that does not in any way send a shiver up my spine.

"I have no idea," I murmer almost absently never breaking our gaze. Atleast until Weaslette comes and tugs on his arm. I scowl and only restrain my temper with the obvious grimace he sported before he faced her.

"Hmmm" I hate it when Trace sounds like that. It never means anything good for the other party involved. I shift my scowl to him, narrowing my eyes when he only stares back with that stupid I-know-something-you-don't-know expression. It makes me want to bash his head in with a bludger. In any case I don't have any plans to make nice with Golden Gryph so it's a moot point.

We go back to gazing and listening to the chatter and speculation on our glamorized band 'The Defyers'.

Last class of the day and its taking every shred of decency and patience I have not to hex Weasley's balls off. He's been praising and begging Granger to help him contact me for the most part of the day. Grangers shooting up high in my friend list with every rejection that comes out of her mouth. If this keeps up I may have to make a new law, Granger off limits to all in green. My so-called friends not-so-subtletly trying to hide thier hysterical laughter was not helping them in any shape or form.

"Come on Hermione, I just want her to know how I feel.. I'm almost postive that if I can talk to her in some way; I can find out who she is. Then who knows she may be THE girl for me you know. If you could just help me find her." He was gazing wistfully in the distance with an expression on his face that makes me want oblivate myself. Ignoring the now-getting-riduculus enjoyment my friends seems to gotten out of this; I thump my head on the desk in two rapid successions and try to ignore the Weasels pleading.

"...But you got to admit 'Mione we're practically made for each other. Can you just imagine what a child between us would look like?" Again with gazing wistfully into the distance.

Pansy has a fist shoved in her mouth and Milli can't keep the smile of her face, hell, even Crabbe and Goyle are having trouble keeping their 'whaaa' mask on.

Some friends they are. I hope they choke. I thought ,perhaps, a little too viciously. But hey Weasel wanted in my pants. I have every right to be vicious.

"Hey, Weasel..ly if you really were to find Lyra; what would you do. I mean you don't know her so she's not likely to say yes if you ask her out."

Milli wants to die. That's really the only possible explanation I could come up with for why she would ask something like that. As if I wouldn't have enough nightmares from this.

The Weasel, damn him actually looked like he wanted to answer. Bloody hell, wheres his I-hate-all-things-slytherin attitude when you need it.

"Well, then naturally I'll just have to kiss her to pique some interest.." now Milli had a fist in her mouth and Crabbe and Goyle have mysteriously conracted a violent coughing fit. Though I only knew this second hand. Most of my attension was spent on gaping ( cuz there really is no other word to call it) at the most...vulgar specimen on the planet.

Shite. Who in their right mind would kiss a stranger and think that'll 'pique thier interest'. Thats just.. just insane! It was more likely to 'pique' thier wands.

"Why in the bloody hell would that pique her interest?!" I didn't know I asked it aloud till I suddenly had three pairs of eyes on me. I blinked but couldn't change the gaping, disturbed expression for the life of me. So I didn't bother and just waited for my answer.

It took a while for him but suddenly "I'm a good kisser it'll interest her." Just like that no hesitation, no respect, no indication that he know what the word BOUNDRIES are. I was officially convinced. Ronald Weasley had no brain or empathy whatsoever contained in that freckled body of his. It must have shown on my face because he scowled.

"What, you think she'd like a ikkle Death Eater Ferret Face instead." Sneers really didn't work on redheads.

I couldn't respond. It was as if some sort of barrier was lifted. Milli clutched her stomach, tears leaking out of her eyes as she doubled over laughing. Pansy didn't even stay standing, rolling on the ground and clutching her sides in an attempt to breathe before each giggle, I'm sure. Even Crabbe and Goyle lost it and leaned against the wall tryjng not to fall with the force of their mirth.

Personally I didn't think it was that funny but I couldn't help but turn away from Weasels accusing stare lest I fall prey to the giggles too. Big mistake, my eyes connected with blazing, vibrant green and something cracked. At first it was a cough, which soon turned into a shakes till I joined in and had to clutch the side of thier desk if I didn't want my face to meet the floor upclose and personal. I could tell they were confused and the noise had really upset professor binns but we couldn't stop. Eventually we calmed enough to quiet down but it took a while for the smile to fade.

That was the day life became difficult for hogwarts 'Defyers'.