Hello my darling readers, I am back, hope youre all excited! Still waiting for my friend to drop off the hp book I require, so this chapter will have nothing in common with the book, this is just some fun stuff, more Fred since we gotta build up that romance! And maybe see what is up Alexander Diotrephes's sleeve….. so here you go, be sure to review, it's a small price to pay for this cheap entertainment.

"Grace. Grace!" a voice whispered in my ear.

I looked around wildly, seeing I was sitting in a chair, at a desk, professor Mcgonagall lecturing on something involving transfiguration, I think we were looking at turning clumps of glass into figures or something. When I would need this in the future I can't be certain.

I looked to my right to see Angelina staring at me, having been the person to wake me from my daydream. I really wished I was still there with Fred, sipping our coffee. I felt my mood fall realizing I was still in class instead, like a part of me was still with him in the room behind the fruit ball portrait.

You'd think a school where you learned magic all day would be fun an interesting, but it was basically just like muggle school. We weren't doing magic all the time in fact it was quite rare, much like muggles in math class. Just learning to solve fake "simplified" problems to do, in order to solve real life problems out in the world, but never actually solving the real life problems in class. The way they would in 'real life'. And practicing spells over and over when we were was tedious, and often left me not being able to look at my wand for the next day. I grimaced, remembering back to charms and how the first chunk of class is notes, followed my repeating the spell over and over, then going over the proper way to move the wand. Thus leaving only a few minutes to actually try the spell. I internally groaned at knowing the few hundred charm spells I still couldn't do because learning them was homework, and I never got around to it as I should.

"Would you stop dozing off? She's going to notice." Angelina hissed, eyeing the board, dutifully taking notes. Meanwhile Katy stealthily was exchanging notes with a Ravenclaw, most likely asking for their notes since she adamantly refused to take her own. She was convinced straining her wrist everyday taking notes would interfere with Quidditch, and of course we couldn't have that. It would be a disaster of epic proportions sure to rock the sports world forever.

I was certainly in a sour mood today. Definitely needed more caffeine, that surely would fix it. Or some of my mother's Hamentashen. That would be welcome.

"She hasn't noticed yet, so I doubt shell notice anytime soon." I answered, slowly looking up at the board, and attempting to catch up on the notes I'd missed. Which as I looked over the board, became a seemingly impossible task to accomplish. How much of the class had I missed while daydreaming?

A few minutes later we were finally dismissed and I began heading to potions class with Katy and Angelina. Despite the greasy haired, biased, grumpy potions teacher Snape, I genuinely looked forward to it. This was what I was good at, which was why I found myself in potions as a sixth year.

"See you later guys." I called out as we reached the entryway to the dungeons. Neither of them had potions, as Angelina wanted to be a sports reporter, and follow Quidditch and the many other wizard sports. Of course I'll admit I really only know about Quidditch. On the other hand, Katy was set on being a Quidditch player and had no interest in potions. Which worked out well considering the last time she was left unattended with a cauldron she and her classmates had to go without eye brows for a day.

They waved and turned back, probably going to find Oliver and discuss all sorts of Quidditch talk. I smiled, shaking my head wondering if I would ever have their dedication for anything that wasn't television or animals.

I pulled my robes tighter as I entered the dungeons, feeling the cold air wrap around me, attacking my bones and causing me to shiver. Leaving me wishing I had worn the wool Gryffindor sweater instead of the silly vest id felt was more stylish.

"Hello again dear."

I groaned and looked over at my newly developed shadow, Alexander. Of course.

"What now Diotrephes?" I questioned, looking ahead, once again tightening my hold on my robes, looking around to see if anyone else was in the hallway that I could go to for more likeable company. Of course there was nobody I particularly knew or trusted nearby.

"Oh come now, after last year I would have thought we were on a first name basis." He said, now walking next to me, with a knowing smirk on his face and a quick wink that made my skin crawl.

To an outsider it may look like we were sharing a secret joke between friends, but I shuddered and looked over at him with distaste, hoping that he would just take the hint and leave me alone like he had for the brief two months after our encounter. That is until he discovered the 'fun' in tormenting me on a regular basis.

"Don't give me that look, you enjoyed it." He said, smirk growing, nudging me with his elbow. A quick laugh escaping his lips. He had a nice laugh, a compliment reserved for anybody that wasn't a slimy cockroach.

"Do me a favor and revert into a rat." I said through gritted teeth and a plastic smile, walking faster.

"And rob the public of this face? Why that would be a crime!" he replied happily, matching my pace with ease, his long legs barely expending any extra effort.

"More like a public service if you ask me." I retorted quickly, avoiding any more eye contact with the snake.

We finally reached the room and I quickly rushed over the informally decided Gryffindor side of the room, sitting myself beside Fred and George, who felt potions was a necessary evil in the pursuit of prank creating.

I shrunk down in my seat in attempt to become invisible, feeling Alexander's smirk on my back. Didn't he have anything better to do than harass me? Any girls to shag or first years to torment?

I thought about last year, and recalled I still hadn't been able to bring myself to go anywhere near the three broom sticks since then. Even the thought of going there caused a shudder up my spine.

"That prick giving you trouble love?" Fred whispered in my ear, causing a flush on my cheeks. I looked up at him to see him glaring at Alexander with malice, knowing a particularly lethal prank would most likely befall the Slytherin.

"No more than usual." I breathed, reaching into my bag for my potions book feeling horror sink in when for a brief moment I couldn't find it, and paled at the thought of having to ask snap to borrow one of his extras that he always kept on hand.

"I have a feeling he will be backing off for a while." He said, looking down at me, winking.

Am I the only person at this school who doesn't wink? Its feeling like a regular occurrence, perhaps I should attempt to hop on the bandwagon.

"Nothing too serious, he may be a complete git, but nobody should get hurt over petty drama." I said as I finally found my book at the bottom of my bag, though feeling slightly guilty.

Fred didn't even know about last year, nobody did, and yet he was still willing to stick his neck out to 'save' me from the self-involved Slytherin. I was definitely going to owe him big time some day.

"Me? Hurt somebody? I could never do such a thing." Fred scoffed, putting his hand over his heart and giving me his most offended stare as I felt a smile sneak its way onto my face like it always did when he and I joked around.

"You're so overdramatic." I laughed, finally feeling some of the tension leave me as I felt even more thankful for having Fred in my life.

"I'm sure you love it though." He answered, running a hand though his hair and giving his best prince charming impersonation. Of course he hit the nail on the head perfectly. Looking away from him and forcing myself to look at the board was going to be quite a nuisance.

"Whatever lets you sleep at night Freddy." I murmured, trying not to look back at him for his reaction.

I honestly have no idea how I survived Hogwarts before he found me, this place had a way of being so dramatic and rather dark despite being the safest place in the Wizarding world. Despite the security from outside forces, danger and secrets were hidden behind every corner. Even I many secrets of my own, some that I prayed Fred would never discover, he was too important to me to risk over sharing.

Sadly, he wasn't in my life the way I wish he was, and that realization broke my heart over and over again with every passing day.

Sorry my loves that this one is so short, but to make it up to you, im going to reveal her and alexanders encounter in the next chapter, and a few other very interesting key pieces that im quite certain you all will love ;) REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!