Chapter 4: Not a Bloody Goddamn Damsel in Distress

Slowly the common room became empty as the night became darker.

"Aren't you coming to bed?", Hermione asked Deyanira as she got up.

"Oh, I'll wait for Harry"

"Well goodnight then", Hermione stormed off first, followed by Ron.

Deyanira was left alone in the silence, only whispers mumbled behind her. She turned her head only a bit to catch Fred and George with the corner of her eye, still sitting at the same table and planning. She slowly lied down looking at the ceiling with a leg across the other and took a deep breath as the warmth from the fire soothed her. She felt this sparks falling over her legs and going up. She lifted herself with her elbows to find a ball of sparks going over her legs and up to her face. She let out a chuckle and stretched her hand to touch it, but it just went around her hand all the way down to her neck and tapped her nose. There it flew away and went to George hands. Their eyes met with such sweetness, they added a smile.

"So you guys do all this? All the stuff?"

"Yes", he said as he closed his fist, turning off the ball and vanishing it.

"They seem amazing…the wand could fool anyone."

"George's idea.", Fred said raising his eye brows and looking at him.

"Brilliant.", she said and got up to rest on the arm of the couch.

The portrait opened and a fast Harry came inside, not so happy. He was about to go straight up, but Deyanira's voice stopped him.

"Are you ok?"

"…Just fine…"

"…You look…Harry-"

"I'm fine, alright?", he snapped at her, making her give a step back.

"Hey!", George said getting up, "she was just worried."

There was a silence as Harry looked back at Deyanira, who seemed pretty worried. He took a deep breath to not snap at anyone like that again.

"I'm sorry…Umbridge is not really a good detention buddy…we should go to bed."

Deyanira looked into his eyes, still worried, he felt it behind the shivers; but then she just nodded.

"Night, guys"

George watched as she turned, making her black hairs go around her body and moving to her pace. His heartbeat went slower as she disappeared, turning around the stairs. Fred pulled his sleeve as Harry went up the boys' side and they followed him. When the common room was empty, Deyanira went back down, slowly and went up the boys' side. She heard a door closed and she went up faster until she ended in her door. When she went inside, Harry was just taking off his cloak and he turned to her.

"I'm sorry…how I…I reacted."

"It's ok, Harry, really."

She gave him a weak smile and he tried to give her one. His hands went to his tie as he turned and hers caught a glimpse of a scar he had.

"Harry…"

He took off his tie and turned to her again, asking with his eyes what was it. She went to him and grabbed his hand.

"What's this?"

He didn't answer. She read the words carved in his hand.

"I must not tell lies?...who did this? Was it Umbridge?"

"It doesn't matter.", he said turned around.

"Yes it does."

"No, it doesn't! Just let it go!"

He was furious as he looked at her. She may not know him much, but the worry still lingered. She just gave him a soft nod and turned to her bed to get off her uniform. Both gave the others their backs as they changed into their pajamas and lay in their beds. The night was silence as both fell asleep in a few minutes. The next morning, Deyanira woke up before Harry, but let him sleep as she got ready quick and this time, she tried apparating so she wouldn't get those stares she got the day before. Her mind was elsewhere as she went down the stairs, she couldn't stop wondering what use would it make to keep her here, or alive. Her parents die for her, that was guilty enough for her, feeling like a burthen to Dumbledore, especially Harry with all he has on his hands.

"Watch where you're going!", a boy said to her when she bumped to him.

"S-sorry"

She got her head up to look at the blonde boy and noticed he was familiar. 'This is Draco Malfoy, not really a friend of Harry, but you'll see him around.' She remembered Dumbledore's words. Draco looked down to her with a smirk and then back to her eyes, making him tremble.

"Too bad you're a Gryffindor…all though…I could make an exception."

"Exception?", she said crossing her arms.

"Yeah", he looked at her from up to down, "wanna talk about it? Our table is shinier than yours after all."

"Picking up the new girl?", George said as he went down to them, "What? Is Parkinson not in the mood for your snogging?", he got between them, making Deyanira stay behind him.

"Who called you, weasel? Are you sure you wanna take me with out your brother?"

"Are you sure you wanna take me with out your two bloody idiots?", he said as he raised his wand to his chin.

"Do you think I'm scared of you?"

"You got tense when I raised my wand.", George grinned

"I'm not up for this right now…", Draco walked to continue his way as he looked at Deyanira, "we'll talk later."

He sent her a wink as she just stood there, not so happy. George turned to her with a smile.

"Draco Malfoy…a bubbling little git, thinks he has the world in his hands."

"Noticed.", she said after a sigh.

"You alright?", he asked, with a worried tone that came from nowhere.

"Yeah"

"You better get used to that", he said with a little chuckle.

"To what?"

"A lot of guys hitting on you…you are very pretty if you asked me."

With arms crossed she put a smile and looked down, making her smooth hair cover her sides.

"Luckily you have Harry, and maybe us to keep them away."

She raised her head, but not with a smile, her face had change, something that worried him as the shivers went down his body.

"Are you insinuating I need your help?"

"N-no…I just meant you can trust us-"

"Just because you just met me, doesn't mean I need you to protect me or that you think you even can."

She turned with a rush of wind hitting him, cold, and kept going down. Fred's little whistle faded in as he went down.

"What happened? A little feisty, isn't she?", he chuckled.

"I don't know…she just snapped at me. I said Harry and I could watch over those gits who want with her. She took it as a…insult I guess."

"Georgie", he said as he put an arm around his shoulder, "you made her feel small. You can't do that."

"I was mostly joking."

"Mostly, huh? So you would love to protect her.", Fred crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow, "not let others have just a flirt with her?"

"Shut it, it's nothing."

George walked first and Fred gave another chuckled before following him. When they got to the Great Hall, George's eyes spotted Deyanira first, already sat eating in front of Ron who was attacking his plate as she chuckled. Fred sighed, shaking his head and he walked over to Deyanira.

"Hey, Dey, um, sorry if I offended you. I'm really sorry.", he said looking to her eyes.

Deyanira looked at Ron, asking who he was with her eyes.

"Fred.", he said with a mouth full.

"Snitch.", Fred said groaning.

"Look at those eyes.", Ron said to defend himself.

Deyanira turned to them and he looked at her, trembling.

"Damn, that stare…look at it George.", he said with a mocking tone as he pulled George to look at Deyanira.

Her eyes met his and his body shook more than ever. His heart pounded in his chest and his tongue became a knot.

"I um…I'm sorry."

Deyanira looked to his plate, noticing the trembling.

"It's ok."

"Really?", George asked, wanting things to be alright.

She just nod and looked at him with a smile, making him smile and tremble at the same time. His heart felt like going back to its normal pulse.

"Can you stop drooling over her and get a move on?", Ron said after rolling his eyes

"Right, see ya.", Fred said pulling George away.

"Was I drooling?", George whispered to Fred who chuckled.

"Yes.", he joked and George pushed him

They sat a few feet away with Jordan, Angelina and their other friends to eat. A few times, Deaynira's voice would stand out, even if she was talking lower than usual. Making George turn to look for a few seconds. He saw how she and Harry looked at each other a few times. She would look at him with such worry for some reason and care. Even if he only could see Harry's back, he imagine how he stared right back. For a reason that bothered him.

"Enjoying the view of the new girl, George?", Jordan said out loud

"Shut it.", George said turning away from Deyanira and glared at him as the others laugh.

"Who is she anyways?", Angelina asked looking at her.

"Deyanira", George said low

"She exchange here from Beauxbatons.", Fred added

"No wonder she's not that bad", Jordan said with a grin as he looked at Deyanira

"Careful, Jordan, you wouldn't want George to jump on you or anything", Fred said and everyone laughed

George just chuckled, trying to hide the fact that the comment Jordan said kind of made him want to say something back. She heard Deyanira chuckled and when he looked at her, he saw she was looking at Harry. Harry was on his side now, so he could see half of his grinning face.

"You are way funnier, George", Fred whispered in his ear and George pushed him

"It's nothing, alright? Just a flirt once in a while when I'm bored."

Fred looked at the others with a raised eye brow and they did the same. George just rolled his eyes and kept eating.

"So, he apologies for wanting to help you?", Harry asked Deyanira, confused and taking the moment Hermione and Ron were arguing, Deyanira just sighed

"I admit it I over reacted, I'm just tired of people…protecting me. My parents, some of their friends, Dumbledore, now you. And he just thought I needed his help with Malfoy. I'm not a bloody goddamn damsel in distress.", she pitched her sausages with her fork and shoved them in her mouth and he chuckled

"Look, we're just all trying to help, who knows what can happen with you…well being…half you."

"I know, Harry, but…", another sigh, "I wish people would let me handle some things on my own. I know everything my parents taught me. I know I could take a couple of death eaters if they come"

"Still, we all need help some times"

"I appreciate it, I just want some…space, to put it like that, or some…time or way or something, ugh, I don't know how to put it!"

He just let out a laugh at the way she moved her hands in frustration and kept eating.