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"I'm starting to get tired of this." I muttered.

Potter was glaring at me from the Gryffindor table. Ever since getting in a fight with Steven and calling him a betrayer every mealtime was the same; Potter would glare at me and Steven would blow me kisses.

"Of the kisses or the glares?" Al asked. He and Scorpius were sitting across from me, their backs to the Gryffindors. Not that it mattered; they obviously knew what was going on.

"The glares. The kisses are just fine." I responded, a small smile on my face. Scorpius pretended to gag on his food.

"Don't start Scorp. We all know who you've been kissing."

Scorpius turned bright red, while Al snickered beside him.

"So how are Rosie's kisses Scorp?" I asked sweetly. Scorpius, by this time, was red enough to be a Weasley.

"Leave him alone Bells. Before his head explodes from all the pressure. Although maybe we should call Rosie over to calm him down." Al said offhandedly.

I watched in amusement as Scorp's face turned stormy. And to think this was an emotionless Malfoy in front of me. My how times have changed.

"Chill Scorp. We're just teasing you." I said before he could blow up. I didn't need a fight in the Great Hall just now. I glanced at my watch. Dinner was just about over and it was almost time for Quidditch practice.

"Ready." I asked.

Both boys were all ready standing, their gear in their hands and identical smirks on their faces. What a bunch of smartasses. Quidditch season had just started with Gryffindor and Ravenclaw playing their first game the following day. In the past the Gryffindor team always managed to pull off first place with us Slytherins usually being a close second. We were usually followed by Ravenclaw and last by Hufflepuff. For what ever reason Hufflepuffs just couldn't seem to get a grip on the game, or at least not while I've been in school. This season looked like it was going to be a little different. Normally I watched the other teams during their practices. It wasn't against the rules; I just wanted to see how well the teams were playing. And this year may actually be the year we win. James Potter was made Gryffindor captain this year and that may be the reason they couldn't pull their game together during practices. *snicker*. Although, as much as I hate to admit it, he is a good keeper. Actually all three Potters are good. James, Gryffindor keeper, Albus, Slytherin seeker, Lily, Gryffindor chaser. It must be from their parents, Harry, youngest Gryffindor seeker in a century and most likely the best, and Ginny, once a chaser for the Holyhead Harpies before she decided to have a family. Me and Scorp are pretty good too, both of us chasers for Slytherins.

So usually Gryffindor/Slytherin matches are pretty intense; Keyword: usually. Ravenclaw seems to have a pretty good team this year, but we'll see once the matches actually start.

Our captain Peter Pettier has been pushing us to our limits four times a week for hours. I don't mind though. If there is one thing I love besides my family its Quidditch. Besides us Slytherins have the best team by far this year and we're going to prove it.

Practice started same as usual; warm up laps around the pitch. It is November after all and a good warm up always makes practice that much better. Actually now that I think about it all of practice was same as usual. Peter had us working on some new maneuvers, ones we were mastering beautifully. It was a good practice even if it was just like all the others. So good in fact that Peter let us leave ten minutes early. He's extremely strict when it comes to practice and he never let us leave early. Not that I minded. I was meeting up with Steven for some one-on-one time.

It was so hard going out with him. Potter is constantly breathing down are necks. I don't understand why Steven won't let me hex him.

I rushed out of the changing room to quickly put my broom in my dorm. Once done I evaded everyone in the common room and slipped back out. Curfew wasn't in place yet but I still don't like people watching me as I go about my business. So I checked and double checked my steps: no one following. It's a nervous habit of mine, I don't like people following me and sticking their noses into my business.

Our meeting place was a simple classroom on the 5th floor. It was where we talked, kissed and complained. Well actually only I complained and it was usually about Potter, Steven simply laughed. These meetings were some of the few times where I felt like Bellina, not another bitchy Slytherin out to make someone's life a living hell. Again that would be Potter, but I digress. I loved Steven for being there for me, for being able to see the real me in those peaceful moments.

I glanced at my watch as I approached the door. I was early, but of course I got out of practice early so that was expected.

I slowly opened the door and quietly stepped inside. I'm glad I was quiet. Things could have turned out to be a lot uglier. The first thing I noticed was that there was a light on, a lamp light. The next thing I noticed was the noises coming from behind the Professor's desk. Somebody was getting on hard. So what did I do? Peeked of course. I'm a seventeen year old female. It's not like I didn't know what was going on. When I think about it I kinda wish I hadn't. But then again it probably was for the best.

I peeked around the desk to find my boyfriend, Steven Dragonii, screwing the brains out of some blonde bimbo. He was grunting as he thrusted into her and she was moaning and squirming underneath him.

My mouth dropped open. I was shocked. Uncharacteristically I quietly backed up and left the room, as quiet as when I had entered. I walked down the corridor and up the stairs, or at least I must have because when I came to my senses I was on the 7th floor and I know I don't know how to fly. So walking is the only answer.

My mind was in complete shock. I couldn't think. I couldn't process. I wonder if my ancestors ever found themselves in this position. If they did they probably would have blasted Steven into the next galaxy. My first memory after what I had seen was the sound of footsteps.

I stepped backwards into the deep shadows of a suit of armor but my shocked brain slowed my reaction and they had seen me move.

"Who's there?" a voice whispered.

I mentally groaned. Of all people to catch me now in this state, it had to be James Sirius fucking Potter. I didn't say anything. Maybe for once in his life he wouldn't be nosy and just walk away. As you can imagine my luck had all but vanished for the evening. A whispered lumos spell lit the area I was hiding in.

"Black?" he said harshly. Why did he sound slightly confused?

"What the hell happened?"

I blinked at him in confusion. Huh? It was then that I realized that there were tears streaming down my face. Damn my inability to recoup quickly.

"None of your business Potter!" I hissed. At least I could still do that.

James gave me a guilty look. He knew.

"You knew?" I asked. I hated the weakness in my voice. This should not be tearing me up like this. Where was my pride and dignity?

James looked uncomfortable.

"Yea I knew."

The tears fell faster.

"Since when?" I didn't really want to know but at the same time I knew I needed to know.

"Almost from the beginning." His answer was barely audible and his discomfort was very obvious.

"Why didn't you say something?" James raised an eyebrow at me. Yea I know stupid question. But in case you haven't noticed I'm a bit distressed and not thinking coherently.

"How did I not notice?"

James went back to looking uncomfortable while I broke down completely.

Now you're probably thinking: Why all the tears? I'm a Slytherin and a Black; just by my ancestors I should have been emotionless and seeking out my revenge. I believe I have already said on a number of occasions that I am nothing like my family. I was raised by Draco Malfoy and if there was one thing he hated it was our ancestry. The complete breakdown? Simple. Steven Dragonii meant the world to me. I know the main reason I started dating him was to piss off James but I did-do- have feelings for him. And as time went on those feelings only deepened. Now I find out he's been cheating on me from the beginning.

My shocked state of mind disappeared in a heartbeat. Now the old Bellina was back, the bitchy Slytherin who was now royally pissed off. With my brain on fire I suddenly remembered all the little things that could have-should have- alerted me. My fists clenched. That bloody fucking wanker.

I opened my mouth to say something to James. Probably to get out of my way so I could go kill his best friend. However I never got the chance. I was stopped by soft lips. His soft lips. James Sirius fucking Potter was kissing me! He pushed me against the wall, one hand around my waist the other resting against the wall above my head. I was shell shocked for about two seconds before wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him closer. He tasted so damn sweet. I opened my mouth granting him entrance when he nipped my bottom lip. I groaned as he pushed his hips against mine trying to get as close as possible. It was like bloody fucking heaven on earth. Every girl knew how hot and ripped James Potter was, even I did. But to feel that body, those muscles grinding against your own was like taking two hits of ecstasy. Not that I have any experience with that, *cough*, um yea that's another story.

Anyway… it was several minutes before James pulled his face away from mine, allowing us to catch our breaths.

"James." I whispered breathlessly. I'll be honest, that was probably the best kiss I've ever experienced, and I've kissed quite a few blokes. He looked into my eyes, his fingers gently brushing away remnants of my earlier tears. At that particular moment I couldn't even remember why I had even been crying. Then James smiled. And oh my Merlin I think my heart stopped. It wasn't the usual smirk he gave me or even the lopsided smile he usually flashed the ladies. This was a genuine smile. He never looked at me like that. Hell I've never seen him look at anyone like that. A perfect smile on his face, eyes shining brilliantly; a halo would have been perfect right about then, or at least a glowing nimbus.

I must have looked as shocked as I felt because his smile slipped into a smirk and he turned and began walking away. I immediately felt the loss of his closeness.

"James!" I said. This is the second time I called him by his first name out loud. I know he just kissed me but really? He turned and winked at me before continuing down the corridor.

I stood still for several minutes. I probably would have stood there all night if it wasn't for the fact that I heard Peeves coming singing a song about first years being flushed down the loo by a dungbomb. Is it possible for poltergeist to go mental?

I hurried back down to the dungeons where I knew I wouldn't get in trouble even if I was caught. That's what happens when you're the favorite of your Head of House. I wouldn't get in trouble… but he sure as hell would. Steven Dragonii, my 'beloved' boyfriend, was standing outside the Slytherin house entrance.

He did not look happy. Ha. Join the club.

"Where have you been? We were supposed to meet up tonight." He said when I got closer. I was about to give him a piece of my mind when I saw the concern and worry in his eyes. I hesitated. With everything that just happened to me I just couldn't deal with this shit now.

"Sorry. I have a lot on my mind right now." I pecked him on the cheek, even though that almost made me gag, and went into my common room. He stared after me in confusion. No one was in the common room. After all it was way past curfew and there were classes tomorrow. I plopped down on the couch and drew my legs to my chest, hugging myself. My mind was full of mixed thoughts and emotions but one memory kept surfacing out of the mess: James' soft lips kissing my own.

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