I'm back with another chapter (after a bloody month! Because I am a bad author!) As it turns out, I'm not made for novel writing ;) But I am okay at fanfiction writing! Sooo on with the story!

"Who is it?" she asked. All the other girls leaned in to listen to the culprit of interrupting their studying (though they agreed that this drama was much more interesting than any Divination homework).

"Um…Harry Potter."

"Oh my God!" Annabelle cried, quickly standing and racing towards the door. Rose and Sam, however, clasped their fingers around her wrists before she had a chance to let him in. "But why?" she whined.

"This isn't our battle to fight," Sam explained in a low tone, mainly for the sake of the other Hufflepuffs, all of whom looked rather confused by their outburst. They might've been used to the friends and their insanity, but they still drew lines for some silence. This was one of the moments that they were quite alright with it, but the girls in question felt that quiet was needed.

"But this is so sweet!" Annabelle squealed, resulting in Rose's hand being slapped over her mouth. She would've been tempted to bite the palm away, or perhaps stick her tongue out and see the outcome, but it was Rose. The latter girl would pummel the former if she so much as flinched wrong. Especially lately, though she wasn't sharing reasons for her foul mood.

"Yes, it is," Rose murmured. "But it's also extremely stressful for a certain Hufflepuff." Annabelle quirked an eyebrow dumbly, to which both Sam and Rose nodded their heads towards Eryn.

"Merlin…" Eryn's heart was racing. Her hands were sweating. She could feel her lungs contracting almost painfully, as though they refused to take in air anymore. The entire world was moving much slower than usual, like a Muggle film in slowmo. Her friends gradually turned towards her, looking at her worriedly. And she couldn't find a reply.

"Eryn…what do you want to do about this?" Sam's words came out as barely a whisper, yet they crashed into Eryn at such a speed that she was surprised she was still standing. That little breath of a question had practically knocked her over as her insides collapsed.

"Why is he here?" she asked, quietly at first. When no one answered, she repeated herself, a bit louder this time. They all shifted.

"Because he cares about you," Annabelle said, with a flicker of a smile on her lips. Eryn nodded, her pink curls bouncing.

"Alright. Stay back. I'm going to see him."

And she bustled through the small crowd to the ladder. Those who watched were all in awe, and her friends all stood at the bottom, awaiting their friend's return.

The moment Eryn stepped out into the corridor by the kitchen's entry, she could strongly smell vinegar. It wasn't unusual, but an anxious Harry Potter, sitting with his back against the wall, dripping wet, was. In her mind, Eryn put together the necessary bits to understand that Harry had obviously attempted to enter but to no avail. And as such, 'trespassers' were doused in vinegar.

"What do you want?" Eryn's words came out louder, harsher than she meant them to. But it did the trick. Harry jumped violently and turned to see the person who owned the voice, but the relief was evident on his face when he noticed the disarmingly bright hair and beautiful blue eyes.

"Eryn!" he screamed, then blushed a tad. "Sorry. That was a bit loud."

"What. Do. You. Want." She said the words quietly now, spaced out for affect. So Harry knew that the Eryn who'd been in love with him all their lives was gone at the moment. A new Eryn was here. The one who was royally pissed.

She noticed his staring at her hair, and quickly snapped his fingers. "Yes, my hair is pink. Now go on!"

He sighed and stood up. To her chagrin, she was still a few inches shorter than he was, making her terrifying demeanour lessen. If only he wasn't so damn tall!

"I wanted to apologize for –"

"Sleeping with my best friend?" she snapped. He smiled weakly.

"Yeah." A cough. "Um…it was a mistake and stupid and I'm sorry. I'm so, so, so sorry."

He was being genuine. He was honestly, truly sorry. And though her heart was breaking inside to forgive him, a little nagging voice in the back of her head continuously brought up the topic at hand. It wouldn't let her be happy.

"Might I ask you a question then?" she snapped, just as sharply as the voice in her head had hoped. He nodded eagerly. "Just why did you do it. Why did you sleep with Sam?"

He gulped as though he had hoped this question wouldn't come up. That proved what a dolt he was. Of course she would ask! That event was what led to the whole catastrophe. It was what led to both of them being heartbroken, though they didn't know about the opposite's feelings.

"Well…I saw something I shouldn't've."

"Like what."

"It wasn't intended for me to see, and I know that. And I also know that you might never forgive me –"

"Harry."

The sternness in her voice made him sigh and blush heavily, turning away slightly. "I saw you and Sam and Kenzie having a…sort of pillow fight."

"We have a bunch of those. You'll have to be more specific," she replied bitterly, narrowing her eyes. He laughed slightly, but shut up when she sent a pointed glare at him.

"It was…late October? Before the Quidditch game, and our date –"

"Which you never showed up to!"

"Because I was terrified to confront you about what happened!" Both were raising their voices, however inadvertent as it was. Harry had now turned towards her again, coming closer for emphasis. Eryn was too filled with rage and frustration to take notice of the heady vinegar scent and the way the sour droplets ran down his face.

"I'm not some Hippogriff! I won't bite!"

He snorted. "You say this after blowing up at me."

"I have reason to!" she cried back. "I wouldn't have been pissed or even remotely angry! I would've been concerned that you had seen far too much for your liking!" She smirked bitterly. "Not that it matters with Sam. You've already shagged her."

"I will have you know that the entire time I was with Sam, all I could think about was you."

That made her shut up.

Harry was too caught up in his anger that had built up to such a level to notice the way it sounded, and the fact that he had basically just insinuated that he liked her. Possibly more.

"Um…well, I…" She couldn't form a proper sentence to save her life. The words he'd just uttered were still seeping into her mind. He smirked bitterly.

"Well, I seem to have said something to surprise you," he said quietly, slowly walking closer to her. "Now. Please let me finish expla–"

He was cut off by her lips.

"What do you suppose is going on up there?" Sam asked quietly, looking up the empty bottom of a barrel that led to the hallway above. The others shrugged.

"Either something really good or really bad. Or both," Rose replied in the same tone. "Or she killed him."

Annabelle rolled her eyes at this suggestion. "Yes, because our Eryn would definitely kill her crush. No matter how pissed she is at him, death is not the solution!"

"Death is always the solution," Rose retorted. "It solves all my problems."

"You're a piece of work," Annabelle grumbled, turning away from the entryway to the Hufflepuff common room and back towards their table. Except something else caught her eye. And it wasn't the half-finished star charts lying across the beech wood hardtop.

But rather a very tall, very handsome dark skinned boy sliding down the stairs of the girl dormitories.

Dressed only in a wife beater and boxers.

"Put some clothes on!" Rose cried, tossing a quill at him. He caught it easily and tossed it away, yawning in the process. And all Annabelle could do was gawk at his beauty.

She mentally slapped herself, of course. What the bloody hell is wrong with you? He's an absolute arse! A gorgeous arse… Wait that came out wrong. He's a horrible, despicable, evil, malicious, beautiful– NO!

"Alright there?"

His rich voice, so deep and even, broke through the haze of thought circling her head. Suddenly, all she could see was his face. His dark chocolate eyes looked at her light blue ones with concern and worry. But she wouldn't have such a thing. She wouldn't dare let him pity her. Pity Kenzie, all bundled up in the Hospital Wing, but not her.

"Fine, thanks," she replied hurriedly, averting her eyes from his broad chest. He nodded slowly.

"Good, then, I sup–"

"Blaise!"

Harriet Jones' high pitch squeal made Annabelle wince painfully, and before she knew it, the springy brunette flung her arms around his neck, and planted her paler lips upon his darker ones.

What the bloody fuck?

When they broke apart, all Annabelle could do was stare at them, her lips moving up and down like a fish out of water. Her bafflement slowly turned into denial, as though this were all a put-on. But what use was there to put her on? It then bubbled into pure anger.

"What the hell!" she screamed, not caring who heard. Blaise looked simply confused, his head tilted slightly as a sign of such. But Harriet was still a bubbling fountain of happiness. It made her just as sick as Rose was of such people on a regular basis.

"What's up?" Harriet asked, so sweet and innocent it made the bile within Annabelle reach her mouth. It tasted positively vile.

"I thought you were gay!"

Harriet rolled her eyes, giggling. "I'm bi, silly! I thought you would've figured that out!"

Annabelle shrieked under her breath, surprised that Sam and Rose hadn't come and dragged her away already. But they stood back, interested in the scene and shocked at Harriet. How could she be such a bitch!

"Why?" Harriet pressed. "Is that an issue?"

The way she said it, the tone of her voice, the incriminatingly sugary grin, all dared Annabelle to contradict her. To call her a fraud, an attention seeker. But Annabelle was smarter than that. She wouldn't stoop to her enemy's level.

"Not at all," she managed to say through clenched teeth. "Just getting my facts straight. Now, if you'll excuse me."

And she hurried up the ladder, through the top of the barrel, and through the corridors (the thick smell of vinegar was left behind her). The tears fell, but she couldn't find a reason for them to. She didn't understand why she was crying. She had no reason to.

Except…deep down, she knew she did.

"Annabelle!"

Their lives are just so dramatic! A bit more Annabelle Blaise cause I was told to write more of them :) Aaaaand ya ! Enjoyable? Yes? No? Maybe so?

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