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Blaise looked over the top of his textbook, quirking a dark eyebrow at Draco, who sat on the couch, looking at the fire with an expression of contemplation and serenity. As he was often an impulsive and cocky prick, this concerned his friend a bit.

"What's on your mind?" he asked, flicking a page and skimming the contents. He heard the blonde sigh slightly and shift so he was leaning forwards, elbows on knees, hands clasped together. A silence fell upon them. "If you don't tell me, I'll just go and get Parkinson. I'm sure she'd love to help –"

"Thorne." His voice was surprisingly calm instead of enraged like it usually was at the mention of her name. Blaise smirked a bit.

"As in, Kenzie Thorne?" he asked. "Short, clumsy, big-chested, smartass Thorne?" Draco nodded. "Why in the name of Salazar is she, of all people, on your mind?"

"We nearly snogged last week."

Blaise's heavy book dropped to the ground as he fell back in his chair, laughing so hard he thought his body would never stop convulsing. A few feet away, Draco had turned his head and was looking at his friend in annoyance.

"What's so funny about that?" he grumbled, mercury eyes shooting daggers. Blaise let out one last bark of laughter before sitting up straight again, tears nearly streaming down his face.

"I can remember, quite vividly, that you said you'd rather die than make out with a Mudblood. And now you're willingly choosing to!" His smile widened. "Don't let Parkinson hear you say you wanna make kissy-faces with Thorne. I can just hear her now: you low–"

"YOU LOWLIFE SCUM!"

Both of the boys turned their heads towards the portrait leading into the Slytherin common room. To their surprise, in stormed Harriet Jones, her face livid. Her chestnut hair that normally had such a gentle wave to it looked as though she'd stuck her finger into a Muggle electrical socket. And her hazel eyes were angrier than either had ever seen them.

The fifth year that was often so calm and quiet looked ready to kill someone.

Blaise knew that her fury was directed at him – it had to be; after all, she was semi-regularly shagging him, not Draco – and rose to his feet to take a few steps back. She was upon him in seconds; her nicely-manicured hand slapped him hard across the cheek while also scratching him slightly, though not hard enough to draw blood. He hissed slightly, but her eyes were pitiless.

"HOW COULD YOU SLEEP WITH SAMANTHA CALLOWAY?" she cried out, piercing all their eardrums. He looked at her strangely, a hand cupping his wounded face.

"What're you talking ab–"

"Don't play dumb with me, Blaise Zabini!" she shrieked. He winced. "You slept with Calloway, then slept with me, and now we've got it!"

Draco, who was sitting back and trying not to burst out with chuckles, choked a bit. "You've got chlamydia?" he nearly laughed, the question aimed towards his friend. The pair answered at the same time.

"No!"

"Yes!"

Harriet and Blaise gawked at each other, unsure of what to say. For while Blaise had managed not to contract a sexually transmitted disease, his regular lay had.

He shook his head in shock and marched out of the common room, ignoring Harriet's protests. He had to get to see someone. Someone who hated him at the moment, but he needed to see.

"So, thus far into our challenge," Annabelle explained slowly to her four friends who were surrounding her, "only one of us is safe from being tossed into the Black Lake starkers."

"That would be meeeeee!" Eryn giggled, smiling broadly. She was easily elbowed by Kenzie and Rose, who stood on either side of her. She pouted but her grin was still visible beneath it.

"I got pretty close," Kenzie pointed out.

"Well, if we were counting 'pretty close', then Sam would be safe too. She straddled Neville and basically dry humped him whilst snogging once," Rose pointed out impatiently. Kenzie rolled her eyes.

"At this point, I would just take the fucking dare of it and be thrust into the lake nude," Sam shrugged. "Neville's a dick and I'll be damned before I shag him."

All of them gave her a look, but didn't question her further.

"We all have about 2 months until the deadline," Eryn reminded them. "So get on your boys! If you don't, then you'll be giving the Giant Squid quite a show." She winked and made everyone smile a bit. "Meeting adjourned!"

As the five girls split up to go their respective ways, Annabelle wandered down into the very bowels of the school, taking a long route to the Gryffindor tower, not really wanting to be around people. She had to formulate a plan to get Blaise Zabini to snog her.

She wanted to gag at the thought, but she couldn't. He was a two-timing asshole, who made her want to tear her hair out, but he was still beautiful in every way, and she felt bad for him. Harriet was a hell of a lot of drama and no one could handle that with ease. She shook her head clear of those thoughts of the pair of them kissing and hurried on.

The fact she was so wrapped up in her own little world only made her jump harder when she ran straight into a wall of muscle. Her head snapped up and she was met with those soulful eyes.

Just like the day she'd given him that black eye in Potions class and healed it.

"Oh good," he said, breaking the silence with his deep voice. "I was looking for you."

Hoping her face wasn't as red as she thought it was, she took a step away from him and hugged her books tighter to her chest. She was on her guard. All of her senses heightened as she was met with the person she needed and loathed the most. "What for?" she asked. She hoped she came off as cool and indifferent.

He took in a deep breath, letting it out with the scent of peppermint that made her heart flutter. Stop it! she mentally chastised herself. He's just a pawn to make sure you don't end up swimming naked! Don't fall for him!

"I slept with your friend Sam, then with Harriet," he explained quickly, "And Harriet ended up with chlamydia while I didn't."

Annabelle couldn't help but raise her eyes to meet his and almost laughed out loud. The first word to race through her mind was karma, followed by fuck you bitch, you deserved it. She bit her lip hard to keep back a smile.

"What does that mean for me?" she asked, hoping her delight didn't leak into her words. He stared at the ground for a moment before looking up at her.

"Will you sleep with me?"

Harry and Eryn were easily the happiest couple in Hogwarts. The only thing that was yet to be determined was if either would actually ask the other out. Yes, they were constantly holding hands, kissing in corners, being genuinely happy together, but neither had made the first move to take a chance and ask the other to be their boyfriend/girlfriend.

And all the girls knew that while Eryn would never in a million years ask him, she was dying for him to ask her.

So, she resorted to hinting. However, her subtlety left a lot to be desired. And it was all her friend could do to not yank her away from him sometimes and slap some sense into her. She knew she was being blatantly obvious, but the most annoying bit was that Harry didn't pick up on any of it. If anything, he even seemed to be a bit distanced whenever she tried to bring up the topic.

"Kenzie was telling me about this novel she was reading, by some Muggle author or other, right?" Eryn began, curled up on the sofa in the Gryffindor common room. Harry sat to her right, an arm casually slung over her shoulders, half listening and half-heartedly attempting to study.

"Uh-huh."

"And in it, the bloke who the protagonist was 'trying to win the affections of' was being a dickwad and not getting her hints."

"That's what dickwads often do."

She furrowed her brow but just closed her eyes, leaning her head back and continuing. "So, do you know what she did?"

"What did she do?" He closed his textbook and dropped it onto the table.

"She told him she wanted to be his girlfriend. Isn't that a good idea?"

She noticed the way his arm and managed to slink from around her shoulders into his lap and it made her pout a bit. Her knees went up and she hugged them, resting her chin in the crook. Around her face, she could see her bright pink curls.

"Isn't that a good idea, Harry?" she pressed a bit, biting her lip and looking at him hopefully. He purposefully avoided her blue-eyed gaze and got up quickly.

"I have to leave, Eryn. M'sorry. I told Hagrid I'd walk Fang… Bye." And he rushed out.

She bit her lip harder and stared at the cushion he'd been sitting on not ten seconds ago. Trying not to let her tears slip, she took a deep, shuddering breath and hugged her knees tighter to her chest.

He didn't want to be with her. It was so simple, and so obvious. She was just a little fling to him. After all, why would the Boy Who Lived – the Chosen One – choose little old Eryn Winters, when he could have any girl in the castle at the drop of a hat? She'd been fooling herself to think that he wanted her as badly as she wanted him.

Sadness was followed by outright anger. She didn't exactly know why. All she'd been dreaming of since first year was getting Harry Potter to like her. Yet now he was at the back of her mind. Shaking her head to herself, she got up and stalked out of the common room, hoping to find a certain someone on the way to help solve her problems.

I just love making drama happen :') what dyou think will happen? Will Annabelle say yes to Blaise's ever-so-tempting offer? Who is Eryn searching for?

And the age old question: WILL THIS STORY EVER END?

Stay tuned to find out ;)

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