Chapter Two: Opinions, Opinions

On our way back to the Great Hall, I throw another exasperated glance Ginny's way. We'd been pondering the mysterious situation since we some how managed to slip out of the room. I walked with her over to the Gryffindor table and sat in-between Ginny & Harry sighing. Harry looked up, with a puzzled expression. One sigh and Harry's all over it. Did I ever mention I love Harry?

"Something wrong Emmy?"

I ran my hair through my thick, raven-colored hair before launching in full detail into what had just happened to Ginny and I. Halfway through my story, I gained Hermione, and Ron's attention and they to began to ponder the situation.

"You sure you weren't just seeing things? I mean obviously no one else knows how to Apparate in here 'cept Dumbledore and he's been here all day. I mean just a silly misunderstanding ya know?"

I turn to scowl at Ron. There's not a simple explanation for what had had happened, no matter how hard Ron Weasley wanted there to be. A glance my way from my favorite Ginger boy told me he already knew what I was thinking, so therefore he knew in no way was I about to back down.

"Or..maybe someone's stalking Hogwarts and trying to kill Harry... Again."

Harry turned to Ron indignantly, "What's that suppose to mean mate?"

Hermione, Ginny and I giggled. Not that we minded, but every time we turned around it seemed like someone was either trying to kill or capture Harry. Especially since Voldemort's return, and Cedric's death it seemed everyone was always on their guard.

Not soon after lunch ended, and I headed off to my dorm room to do some reading for my free period. I bet you wondering how you get a free period at Hogwarts, huh? Well all you have to do is become great friends with your house head, and you know be in classes with students a year above you. On my way toward the Ravenclaw staircase, I passed a familiar head of white blonde hair. I rolled my eyes in disgust.

"Get a room Malfoy, we've got better things to do than watch you snog Hannah Flingshod."

Draco looks up at me with a smirk; I guess they don't call him the Slytherin Sex Prince for nothing no do they? I shake my head, and keep on my way toward the common room when I notice someone's footsteps behind me; I reach for my wand turning ready to defend myself.

"Whoa there, calm down Cambridge."

"What do you want Malfoy?"

He smirks, and shrugs still looking at me. I'm not very tall for my age, only about five foot tall so Draco towers over me, long, blonde and lanky. He keeps looking at me for a second, before he speaks as if he's choosing his words very carefully, and putting them in precise order before he speaks them.

"Nothing really...It's just...I didn't mean for you to see that. You know Hannah and me...it was sort of..."

And at this I snort, as if I cared. In fact seeing Draco all over Hannah like that just added to the ever growing list of reasons I can't stand the sight of him. I slip my wand back into my robe pocket and head off toward the common room ignoring him completely. But after a moment he calls after me, and with a sigh I turn.

"To be quite honest Draco, it didn't really bother me all that much. Or at all really, I don't really care what it is you do in your free time. You stay out of my way and I'll stay out of yours. No need to go digging into each others' person lives."

He nods, and then turns on his heel to leave. I don't know what's with him all of a sudden, caring about my opinions and such. But I decide to let it go and head up to the common room anyway. I've got a raging headache and I feel I may be spending this period lying down.