I'm back again, here is the second installment of my new story, which I wrote on a whim and am hoping against hope will be positively received. Anyways, yeah, here the second chapter. ^_^

Unknown person's pov

I was somewhat shocked at what I had just heard. I knew I had heard it and not imagined it because whenever I heard Melissa's accent in my mind I gave her a gruff Scottish accent, and the voice I heard didn't have such an accent.

I whipped around and ran after my brother.

"Fred!"

"What?"

"It seems that you have an admirer."

"Oh? And who would this be?"

"I'm not sure if I should tell you."

"Why not?"

"Well, I suppose I could tell you. For a price."

"Forget it."

"I was just gonna ask if we could switch beds. I hate being so close to the bathroom."

"Fine, deal. Who is it?"

"Our darling little Melissa has a crush on you."

I watched as my twins eyes lit up, and a cocky smile spread across his face. He had fancied Melissa the previous year and had been as he said, "sending vibes" to her so she would succumb to his charm. Also, as he put it.

"Now the only question it, what will you do with this little piece of information?"

I watched the devious smile that appeared and felt one of my own. I had liked Melissa briefly but was willing to let my brother have her since he was more serious about it than I was.

"My dear brother, I do believe I have a plan."

Melissa's POV

I was a bit worried that somebody had heard me admit to my little crush, but didn't dwell on it. Instead I was distracted with an intense conversation about what my grade in transfiguration was. We had just had a major exam and I hadn't studied nearly enough.

The day went by fast, and it was soon time for dinner. As I was listening to everyone around me talk, my gaze fell upon the newest dada teacher, professor Umbridge. She was sent by the ministry and had interrupted the headmaster on the first night of school. It had been a month into school and I already despised her. I had heard of her detention methods and was astonished and horrified. My little sister, a second year hufflepuff had been talking in class asking her neighbor for a quill and she was given detention where she had to write, "I must always come to class prepared." Her hand was scarred and I was still researching methods of curing the scar. I was making her rub vitamin E oil over it, but it wasn't working fast enough for my taste.

Professor Umbridge caught my gaze and smiled that sickeningly fake smile at me, almost inviting me to attempt an attack on her life.

I smiled just as fake back at her and returned to the conversation.

"But after I pointed out to Snape that I had indeed done the homework myself, and that the slytherin next to me had copied he deducted points and publicly called me a liar!" My friend Jacob exclaimed. He was a stereotypical Ravenclaw, but I loved him like a brother since I had somewhat saved him from some third year slytherins our first year.

"Well, it's just Snape. He does that to everyone." I added, and put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Maybe so but with that level of favoritism in that class I'm shocked that Dumbledore keeps him around."

"You have to admit though, he knows what he's doing." I reasoned.

"Why do you make it a point to take the opposing side of every discussion of ours rather than just agree?"

"It's much more amusing."

He rolled his eyes and played with his peas. I giggled and finished my dinner.

I looked up feeling somebody looking at me, and caught the eye of my favorite ginger. Fred. I smiled a toothy grin, and he returned it. He blew me a kiss and I blushed and looked away. I didn't flirt much even as a joke, and I was slightly embarrassed.

Clarisse had seen the whole exchange and smugly smiled at me.

In return I mentally plotted my revenge, which in the end resulted in me throwing a cookie at her. Luck was on my side and it slid down her shirt. Her face reddened as we all laughed. She reached down her blouse and fished out the cookie. Her boyfriend laughed and wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulders and kissed her forehead. She stuck her tongue out at me. I winked and finished my dessert, then stood up to retire back to my room early so I could get started on my potions essay. I had the entire week to get started but it was better to be safe than sorry.

I said goodbye to my friends, grabbed my things and made my way out to the corridor. The sun was setting and the dim light created eerie shadows that moved and danced in time with the flames on the torches.

I felt the need to move faster and I sped up moving at a fast pace. I could have sworn that there were footsteps behind me, which prompted me to run.

"Why are you running? This is very irrational."

"I don't care right now. So don't chide me."

"You're smarter than this."

"Leave me alone inner voice."

"You created me, so you're pretty much telling yourself to shut up."

"Don't you think I know that?"

"Whatever you say."

"Didn't I tell you to shut up?"

The voice stopped just as I reached the statue. I answered with the password and rushed in, running up to my room. I didn't relax until I reached my bed. I had no idea why I was so terrified, but I was. I wasn't one to completely disregard my gut instinct. I had came to terms with the fact it wasn't as reliable as reason, but it had gotten me this far hadn't it? so it seemed like a good plan to just go with it, and not question it.

I gave up on studying and let my mind wander to Fred. His smile, the twinkle in his eyes when he would get an idea, the adrenaline rush I would get when he would hug me, or even brush up against me. Maybe it was a bit more than a crush and more of an infatuation, but I enjoyed it nonetheless.

"What is happening to me? Next thing I know Im going to be dreaming about him."