A/N-I'm bored immensely.

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I remember vaguely that I made a deal with Black that I wouldn't be dating anyone from my House, but we Slytherins weren't known for keeping or promises. How do you think our families got rich?

Unconsciously, even if I hadn't really listened to anything, their plan went on. I remembered how nice it was kissing Regulus, and how a nice jolt of electricity coursed through me when we did.

I had learned to appreciate everyone smelling good around me because of my sensitive-to-blood nose, but I recalled the nasty taste and reminded myself that everytime I was attracted to bite Regulus again.

In this strange pattern, I ended up in a situation that looked like I was dating Regulus. I had no idea how that happened. It just did. One night, I was just staring into the fire in the Common Room, the next thing I knew I was bringing myself closer to Regulus for comfort. And...I have no idea how our lips ended up stuck together.

Within the past week, we started looking at each other in a way friends do whenever they crossed that wall that made them more than friends. I was disoriented. Sure, I got all heated up during the first weeks of school when we kissed that time in the Entrance Hall, but we were joking around that time. This was serious.

"This is so strange," Cissy said out loud. After a few days of the unbearable awkwardness in the table, I bet she couldn't stand it anymore. "Since when have all of us been quiet?"

"Since these two started thinking too much about it," Miggy murmured, rolling his eyes. "Can't you two act normal, like everyone else does when they like each other?"

"Yeah, go fuck each other in a broom cupboard or something," Cygnus joked.

That just got me freaked out even more, and I had to go to the bathroom to throw up.

I looked into the mirror after I washed out my mouth. I hissed at the girls lingering inside who were watching me. They scrambled out without looking back.

This wasn't me. I never acted all lovey dovey with anyone ever since...

Yeah, that ended up brilliantly, didn't it?

Fuck. Black started to change me. What the fuck was wrong with my head? Why had I become all sunny and cheery all of a sudden? I never got nervous, and my heart never used to stutter, and I was hell of a lot better at being distant and cool than now. That bit was messing with my head, just like they said!

That angered me a lot more. He was seeking to ruin my life!

I was seething when someone hit me with a ball of parchment in the head during Charms. I looked back in annoyance, looking for the source of the ball.

'Read it!' Regulus mouthed to me, who was sitting beside Demetri.

I flattened the parchment onto my desk and read.

I'm going out of my mind here. Let's have an early break. D asks if you want to come with us? I know all this bloody stuff already. Want to head to the Pitch for some laps with us? -R.A.B.

I rolled my eyes at the initials. Regulus always liked using those. I scribbled down my reply of yes and tapped it to appear on Regulus' desk.

"Professor Helix?" I raised my hand, trying to make my voice sound grave. "I'm feeling a little out of sorts right now. Could I go to the Hospital Wing? And could I take Regulus and Demetri with me? I don't think I can go alone."

Professor Helix looked to me with a raised brow. "What do you need to bring those two boys for?"

"If I end up falling, both of them will need to bring me."

"They could use magic."

"But it's in the rules that students can't use magic in the hallways," I said innocently while she looked back at me in disbelief.

"Of all the people that I could mention that actually listen to that rule..." she mumbled incoherently. "Fine. Mr. Black and Mr. Anderson, would you be so kind as to escort Ms. Hernandez to the Hospital Wing? I would suggest you to bring your things as well, since I don't think you would need to go back here. By the time you get back here, the lesson will be over."

Regulus and Demetri kept blank faces on as they packed their stuff,

I feigned feeling sick. I kept my face looking nauseated and quickly went out of the room and waited for them outside, slouching slightly and rubbing my temples as if they really hurt.

"You are the worst actress in the world," Regulus chuckled, slinging a strap of his backpack over one shoulder. "C'mon, let's head over to the Pitch. I don't like being in that stuffy classroom."

"If I'm such a bad actress, then how did I get us out?" I punched him lightly on the arm.

"Merlin," Demetri rolled his eyes. "Can't you two stp that? You really can't stop arguing, can you?"

"Oh shut up," Regulus mumbled, but he had a tiny smile playing on his lips.

When we got there, the air smelled so nice, and the grass looked so green. I took my broom from the locker room and mounted it. I took off without waiting for the guys.

I felt the wind in my hair, and I felt exhilirated by the speed that I was going. It shouldn't be illegal for muggles to speed this fast; this speed is nice. I also heard the two other guys whooping in release. Quidditch was a way to settle anger.

We were probably there for two hours, long after we saw the other students getting out of the Castle to experience the air outside the castle. And it was long enough to see a tinge of red in the green grass. Seven tinges of red to be exact.

At that time, Regulus, Demetri and I were laughing and joking around in the bleachers. We then started to jeer at the Gryffindor team as they headed out into the field. Since it was their training, I guess we could observe the tactics and strategies they would use to our advantage.

It was kind of...weak. They did the predicatable strategies that Tommie had already shown me when I was thirteen, and they were strategies tha would require a lot of thinking too. I would give props to Potter on trying to make them think and actually use their brains in Quidditch, but...the great thing about Quidditch is that not anyone can be good on a broom, and all you have to do is be a team and use insinct better than the brain.

"This is so boring," I yawned, after some fifteen minutes of watching the team glower at us as they passed by on their brooms and learning their strategies. "What else is new? Can we leave now?"

"Yeah, let's get some dinner," Demetri's stomach growled on cue.

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A/N-Okay. I have no idea what this was about, so just review! xoxo's.