Hello again my friends, long time no update. So I didn't technically edit this chapter, but that's because It's 4am and I have work in the morning, but don't sweat it for too long because I will edit this tomrrow. I was just too excited not to post cause it's been like a year! so I hope you enjoy this chapter cause I really had fun writing it. love you guys.

"Stupid dumb Malfoy, with his stupid dumb hair. I hate him." I mumbled to myself while exiting Tomes and Scrolls. "It's not my fault the jerk can't ask me out like a normal person." The snow was starting to really come down as I searched the street for Ron. "Goddam it Ron didn't your mother ever teach you to stay put?" when I couldn't find him I simply walked my grumpy ass to the shrieking shack.

Lucky for me I had no idea where it was.

After stopping twice to ask for directions I finally arrived at my destination. Only my friends were nowhere in sight. But that doesn't mean I was alone.

"Oi Stone!" Seamus called out to me from behind a tree.

"Hey Seamus, long time no see." I waved at him, trying my hardest to shake off my grumpy Malfoy induced mood.

"So what do you think of Hogsmeade?" he questioned while coming to stand next to me.

"It's certainly… interesting." Laughter followed my statement. Hodsmeade was actually a very charming place. Each shop was like its own little world filled with exciting new gadgets and candy that could cause loss of limb. It was certainly an adventure.

"That's might be the perfect adjective for Hogsmeade, definitely" we laughed together before just standing and taking in the sight before us.

"They say that it's the most haunted building in Britain." His comment was aimed towards the uneven mess of a shack that was nearly 100 yards away.

"That's what they say." Then it happened, the awkwardness that you feel before someone near you does something incredibly stupid.

"You know Olivia I think-" I couldn't handle it so I did the only thing I could think of.

"I HAVE TO PEE."

Before I knew it I was out of the cold and inside the Three Broomsticks. It looked like most of the students had already headed back to Hogwarts but there was no way I was going back out there and risking running into Seamus. I sat down at a table meant for four, but seeing how the place was nearly empty I didn't care.

"What'll it be love?" the barmen asked without looking at me.

"Um… a butterbear I guess, but could you tell me exactly what that is first because it sounds-"

"One butterbear for the chatterbox." I was cut off as the rude barmen turned his back on me and went to fetch what I hoped would be a digestible beverage.

"Well I don't know if you're supposed to tip in the wizard world but either way you're getting squat." Apparently I was back to the grumpy whispering thing, thank goodness I whispered too cause no matter what world you're in no one likes spit in their drink. Although it's possible that the man could have possessed supersonic wizard hearing like one Hermione Granger but that's something I don't like thinking about.

He dropped the drink on the table a few minutes later (spilling a good portion of it I might add) without a word or so much as a glance. I decided to wait at the Three Broomsticks for a while. Ron, Hermione, and Harry were probably wondering where I was and I was sure that one of them would come through the door in no time.

Two hour and six butterbeers later I was tired, grumpy, and just wanted to go to bed. I payed my bill, flipped off the barmen and then I was off.

"Oh my goodness it's dark. It is dark and cold. This might have been a mistake on my part." I thought aloud while walking alone back to the castle. I don't know what butterbeer is exactly but after drinking six I felt just a wee bit off. "Oh god so much snow, why is there so much snow here it's ridiculous." Somehow I managed to make it back to the castle only to be greeted by a very worried head mistress.

"Miss. Stone oh there you are!" Mcgonagall rushed over to me.

"Here I am!" I shouted throwing my handing in the air smiling proudly.

"You had us worried, I mean first the Bell girl travesty and then you go missing, for the second time I might add. Miss. Stone are you even listening to me?"

"That depends which one of you is talking again?" giggles poured from my mouth as I no doubt swayed back and forth unable to stay balanced to save my life.

"Why don't we get you to bed dear, and in the morning I'm going to have a long talk with Madam Rosmerta about a two butterbeer limit with my students." She threw her arm around me and guided me into the castle.

"Fascinating story Mcgonagal but I've got a better one, two gay monkeys walk into a bar-"

The amount of sunlight coming through the window the next morning was ridiculously unbearable.

"For the love of god would someone please close the curtains!" I growled into my pillow, not bothering to open my eyes again.

"Olivia calm down, you'll be fine." Hermione closed the curtains before hopping onto the edge of my bed. "What happened to you last night?"

'she has to be joking' was my first thought.

"Are you kidding me?" I sat up in anger "What happened to me? What happened to you? And Harry and Ron? We were supposed to meet at the shrieking shack and you weren't there, so I figured it's cold outside maybe they went to the Three Broomsticks to warm up, so I went there. And I waited. I waited for two hours and ingested six mugs of what I will now be referring to as ' Olivias no-no juice' and then I had to walk back to the castle alone and buzzed off my ass and all you can do is sit there and ask what happened to me?!" 'hot damn can I rant'

"Olivia I'm so sorry we left you but something happened, something awful." She apologied whole heartedly but apparently I wasn't done being miss. Grumpy gills.

"Well someone better have died." The look on Hermione's face told me that that was not the best thing to say. "Holy shit did someone die?" My heart sank down into my ass with guilt.

"No, no one died but while me, Ron and Harry went looking for you we saw Katie Bell and one of her friends on the road back to Hogwarts. Something was wrong with Katie and before we knew it she was thrown into the air and being slammed into the ground. We all thought she was going to die." Tears were threatening her eyes, and if I didn't feel like an ass before I certainly felt it now.

"note to self never use the 'someone better have died' expression ever again"

"Hermione I'm so sorry. Is she alright, do you know what happened." I threw my arm around my friend in comfort (though it might have done more hurt than help because I hadn't put deodorant on yet)

" Mcgonagall, and Dumbledore said she'd been cursed by a package she was carrying, why she was carrying it we won't know until she wakes up."

"And… she will wake up right?" I said softly.

"I think so."

Everyone was quiet that day. News of Katie Bells injury spread like wildfire and everyone (even a few Slytherins) were a bit cut up about it. The only upside (and I mean as much of an upside as you can get with this kind of situation) was that Seamus hadn't tried to talk to me about our conversate and run the other day.

That night I couldn't sleep. After talking with Ron and Harry about what happened to Katie I was a bit shook up. I mean there was a chance that this girl could be dead come morning, and what had she ever done? I mean I didn't really know her but every time I talked with her she had nothing but nice things to say about everyone (with the exception of Malfoy but it's rare to hear someone say something positive about him) I couldn't help but wonder why someone would do this to her. Was it a prank gone wrong? A random act of Violence? Or maybe it was something much darker. Something planed, something put into motion by the evilest of wizards.

I felt goose bumps rise up on my arm at the thought you-know-who. Of the ultimate evil. Suddenly it became very hard to breath and I just had to get out. I threw on my shoes and a sweater and headed for the room that had become my own little sanctuary.

To my surprise the door was already there. My first instinct was to run away, out of fear that Draco had gotten to the Room of Requirement first, but then curiosity got the better of me and I had to see just who and what was inside.

Slowly I opened the door to find the most cluttered room I've ever seen.

"Hello. Is anyone in here?" I called out. No one answered. "Hello? What's with all the junk? Is this like the wizard version of hoarders or something?" I giggled a bit at my own joke before having the very life scared out of me.

"What are you doing here?" a scratchy voice growled from behind me.

"Oh! Oh shit Draco you scared me." I began to laugh but once I got a look at his face I went silent. He was pale, paler than usual. His hair was a mess and his eyes were red from crying. Without even thinking I took him in my arms. His whole body tensed. I held onto him waiting for him to relax.

"Olivia let go of me." He said through gritted teeth. His voice wasn't quite right. This was a Draco that I'd never seen before, one that I wasn't sure I liked.

"What's wrong? Look I know we had a little fight but we always fight, right? Hey, I'm sorry. I should have canceled my plans with Harry I get to see him all the time, I practically live with the guy." The room was silence but for my stiff laughter.

"What are you doing here?" he asked once again.

"I couldn't sleep. Did you hear what happened to Katie?" as soon as the words left my mouth it's like a switch went off and Draco just lost it.

"Yes I heard about Katie! Cause all anyone's been talking about for the last 24 hours IS KATIE FUCKING BELL!" he kicked over a tall pile of junk in anger. For the first time in our friendship Draco was truly scaring me. I wasn't sure if I wanted to stay and help or just run away, and he could see it.

"Oh am I scaring you Olivia! AM I FUCKING SCARING YOU?! WELL GOOD! You should be scared of me!" and there it was. It just clicked and I knew.

"Oh my god no… Draco you did that to her didn't you." He looked away from me, angry and ashamed. "DIDN'T YOU!" it was my turn to yell at him "WHY? WHY WOULD YOU HURT HER? WHY WOULD YOU DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT TO SOMEONE?! ANSWEAR ME!" I hit him furiously, launching my fists at his arms and chest in anger.

"IT WASN'T MEANT FOR HER OKAY! I NEVER WANTED TO HURT ANYONE! I NEVER WANTED ANY OF THIS!" he grabbed me by my wrists to stop my assault on him, while he yelled back.

"Then who was it meant for? Tell me Draco, whatever it is you don't have to do it. Please just talk to me." My voice became weak as he released my hands and turned his back to me.

"It's none of your business. Just go alright, leave me alone forever because I can't be the person you want me to be. I can never be good and I had accepted that, but then you came along and you made everything so much harder." His shoulders slumped, his back turned to me still.

"Don't say that." I had just realized that tears were streaming down my face as I made my way to him. I put my arms around him slowly, not wanting to provoke him. "Please, don't say things like that." I kissed my way up his back to his neck, standing on my tip toes. I could feel him sobbing beneath me.

"Olivia" he whispered my name, pleading with me to do something, but what I didn't know. Did he really want me to leave? Was this to be our last fight? Or was it something else.

I reached around and cupped his face, turning him to look at me.

"I'm here. I'm not going anywhere I promise." He smiled sadly looking into my eyes.

"Things are just so…" he couldn't find the proper words.

"Fucked up." I smiled at him. Then it happened again just like with Harry, and with Seamus. The awkwardness you feel before someone does something incredibly stupid. Well in this case two people.

"I love you."

holy crap. Who do you think said the L word? R&R.