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Note: This will not be your favorite chapter SiobhanPhelps. Had to rewrite it but I think it's so good (in a bad way of course).

Obviously Wasn't A Good Idea

The snap was quieter than I thought it would be, then again, close impact always made everything sound louder, and I was standing on the field. I looked up, expecting to see Melinda falling, expecting myself to let out a shout of terror but no words came out, I only put my hands over my mouth and my eyes widened even more as Draco fell, fell, fell and then hit the ground, the thud clearly auditable. Everyone froze, but only for a moment, it was more dangerous to stop in the middle of a game than it was to forfeit.

I didn't realize I was trying to make my way onto the field until I felt myself being pulled back. "I have to make sure he's okay!" I shouted to Fred, looking over at Draco just as he rose about a foot off the ground and floated away, his body still, though he was still breathing, even from where I was standing I could see his chest rise and fall. I let Fred pull me back toward him and the others, glancing back in the air to see Courtney by her own goal post, Melinda zooming around like crazy and everyone picking up speed.

I was only aware that Melinda caught the snitch because Fred and George both shouted happily on either side of me. I did a double take as I looked at George, when he did he move next to me, where was Matt? I looked around, twitching as I caught a pain in my neck that travelled up to my head, staying there, expanding, making me feel foggy. No. I thought to myself. Not now, not now, no, no, no. I said as I stumbled back a bit. "Fred…" I called out anxiously as my mind blurred and thoughts scattered.

The corridor was so dark, even the nearby glowing candle didn't add much light. Still, it was obvious who was standing in front of me. His blonde hair slicked back made him look even more conceded. Who was he talking to? A girl for certain, she had nice hair, brown, kind of curly, she was shorter than him, her blue eyes looked sad. "I'm sorry…" Draco's voice echoed as he took her hand, moving closer. "I just, I realized that day…during the game, you could've been killed" his voice was still echoed, but he seemed different, he seemed quieter, terrified, sincere and concerned.

"So" the girl said, her voice echoing too. I knew that voice. I knew her.

"I don't want anything to happen to you, I—I don't know how else to say it, I don't know if you even wanna hear it anymore" he looked down as he said the last few words. "It's just that…I love you, a lot" he confessed, his words high pitched, his breathing faster.

"I love you too Draco" the girl replied as she moved even closer.

"Tammie" I jumped as I heard my name. I opened my eyes, blinking up at Fred, George on either side, Matt couching down by my feet.

"Go on, go on, nothing to see here, just got a bit too excited about the win, off you go" George was telling students who kept walking pass, glancing down at me for a second too long. Fred helped me to my feet as George waved off Professor McGonagall. "Everything is fine Professor" he said as she finally walked on. "Knocked herself out from all the cheering, that's all" he added.

"What happened?" Fred asked pulling me close as we started off in the opposite direction, George and Matt behind us.

"I don't know" I told him, which wasn't quite a lie. I did know what happened, but I couldn't began to make sense of it.

"Liny! Congratulations!" George shouted. I turned to look in his direction; Melinda was indeed approaching, but walked pass George, lowering one of his arms as she passed.

"What the hell is wrong with your sister?" she shouted at Matt. "She could've killed me! Do you know that?" I looked at Matt, it was almost like he was yelled like this daily, he didn't seem to be listening, just looking at her; and something else, his eyes, they looked, darker, but that couldn't be possible either.

"I'm sorry, I didn't plan that; she has her own agenda, I can't stop her if I don't know what she's doing" Matt replied, though I doubted he would've even tried to stop her. She didn't say anything, but instead walked back over to George, who still had his arms outstretched.

"I should go check on Draco…" I whispered to Fred. At the moment I didn't want to be around Matt, I didn't want to tell Fred about what I saw and I certainly didn't want George glaring at me.

"Okay, I'll see you later then" Fred said, his voice low.

I sat on the hospital bed staring at Draco, quietly cursing him under my breath. I had been there a good hour but no one else had come up to join me. I thought Fred might, just to see how we would go about telling Melinda the truth but he didn't show, nor did Courtney—though I was greatly relieved about that.

With a heavy sigh I decided I should head out, he wasn't waking up anytime soon and I didn't want to get myself all worried. Just as I stood up the curtains parted and Melinda walked in, her face a little sad.

"It's okay, he's not dead" I said casually as she tried to smile. "What's wrong?" I asked knowing it wasn't just about Draco.

"George wants to be friends" she said as I frowned, George seemed rather okay out of the field. "He saw how I was worried about Draco, he knows I still care about him, he knows it's not going away and he can't continue our relationship knowing I'm only invested in it for the make out sessions." She tried to laugh at the last bit but it came dry and forced.

"Mel, I'm so sorry, I am" I said and I was sorry. M cousin constantly proved the hero by doing something things to show he cared. I was sorry George wanted Melinda still but knew he couldn't have her completely. I was sorry I went through with the whole plan, but most of all I was sorry Melinda came up. She didn't come to tell me, she came to check on Draco.

"I'm glad he's okay with just being friends" Melinda said after a few minutes of silence. I shrugged but didn't nod, I wasn't glad about that. Still, as good of a couple as they seemed it wasn't how I imagined Melinda's love story.

"You can sit down" I said instead as I nodded at the empty chair. She nodded in agreement and slowly sat down, I followed and sat back on the bed, both of us staring at an unconscious Draco.

"I don't why it never works…" Melinda said staring dreamily at Draco a few minutes later as I picked at a hangnail.

"Well, when he's conscious maybe you'll remember" I joked as I started to poke him in the arm but Melinda slapped my hand away.

"Stop that" she hissed at me giving me a look. I rolled my eyes but did as she said, continued to play my nails. "Sometimes I wish I could give up on him, I mean, he's a jerk but then he does something like he did today and, well, I can't just let go." I gave the slightest nod, just because I had a vision that involved her didn't mean I had to tell her. "I should've been paying more attention, it's your fault you know" she said looking over at me. I nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, I know." I replied glancing at the curtain, hoping Fred would come through so I wouldn't have to explain it by myself and seem like the bad person.

"Why were you fighting with Fred anyway? I know he's been distant but that's just because he's you know, nervous. There was no reason for you to snap at him, the only time you've done was when it involved" she paused to glare at me. "It doesn't have to do with Matt does it?" she asked, her voice rising.

"Not exactly..." I said shifting uncomfortably on the bed.

"What do you mean 'not exactly'"? I sighed, I couldn't wait for Fred any longer, not unless I wanted to be murdered.

"We didn't want you to get hurt, or anyone else" I explained but her look didn't change as she stared at me.

"Who's the 'we' you're referring to, because if it's Matt, I'm not going to listen" she said, her words slow as she clenched and unclenched her fist.

"Fred too…" I whispered.

"Fred and Matt? Do you know how ridiculous that sounds? Fred doesn't even like Matt and Matt, well, no, just stay away from him, why is that so hard to understand?" she hissed, trying not disturb Draco.

"We were helping you" I snapped back. "Courtney is really dangerous and you have the potential to be too, we didn't want you two going at it. Someone would've gotten hurt." I explained.

"So what, Matt convinced you make some plan to get in an argument with Fred because you knew I'd react so it would distract me from the game and I wouldn't hurt Courtney?"

"Um, yeah, basically" I replied, half surprised, half amused she knew exactly what was going on. "If you figured all that why did you react the way you did, why were you so concerned about my relationship?" I asked.

"Because that's what friends do, they worry and when they worry they show it, it decreases their performance. Though I suppose you wouldn't know that since you and Draco seem to be the only two incapable of worrying about anything" she said, her temper rising.

"Hey, that's not fair, I have plenty of things I'm worried about Melinda" I said jumping off the bed so I wouldn't accidently hit Draco.

"Like what?" she asked, moving back, away from the bed as her voice grew louder. "Because besides Burnner nothing else is on your mind." I glared at her, that wasn't a fair move, that wasn't even true.

"Well" I started as I tried not to let her words hurt me too much. "I'm concerned about my best friend and her hazardous relationship with my asshole of a cousin. Secondly, I'm worried that I'm an awful girlfriend because I happened to overhear Fred tell me he loves and I don't know how to respond which could only mean I don't love him back. I have this weird connection with the new student, the only person I can relate that everyone wants me to stay away from which is not fair; I get it, he's attractive, yes, fine. But that's it, he's my friend and because Fred is too thick to see it makes him into something I don't like, I don't want. I don't want him to be jealous and push me away—"

"Tammie" Melinda said but I waved my hand, I wasn't done.

"And do you think I don't have a right to be concerned about Burnner? She tried to kill us and then we killed her. She's back and no one is taking it seriously. She's not going to simply give us detention, her and Courtney are planning something and all anyone is worried about is love and Matt screwing things up" I said shaking my head. I started to add more, to tell her to get over it but she was silent and staring pass me.

My stomach dropped to my feet before I even turned around. "Thought I'd check on you two, see if you told her" Fred said looking directly at me, his eyes pained and angry and disappointed.

"Fred—" I started but I knew that was all I could get out.

"Don't Tammie" he said, his voice like ice as he took a step back. He didn't stay to say anything else, just turned and walked away.

"Nice job" Melinda said sarcastically as she glared at me.

"Screw you" I said as I shook my head and left the little area. It may not have been the nicest thing I said to her but it got her to be quiet. Now I just had to go and find Fred, explain myself. Tell him something, anything. I thought as I felt my eyes water. I was an awful person. But this was Matt's fault, right? He did that stupid thing with the feelings and pushing people. I'll remind Fred of that. Not that I wanted Fred to hate Matt, but I needed something to keep myself sane, to know I didn't mean that, because if I did. I shook my head, I wouldn't think about it.