I ONLY OWN THE CHARACTERS YOU DON'T RECOGNIZE. And the Plot, can't forget about the plot. which is TOTALLY MINE.

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"Would you stop fretting, Andi?" Renae sighed, rolling her eyes at me as I looked over my outfit again. "You look gorgeous as you are,"

I wasn't sure why I was as nervous as I was, but there was no denying the fact that I was indeed nervous. I had already changed my clothes three times before finally decided on a pair of black skinnies and a red and black plaid quarter-sleeve shirt. My hair was pulled up into a messy bun with my bangs and strands of hair falling into my face. My eyes were lined with a thin layer of black mascara and eyeliner and my nails were painted a very deep maroon.

"Ugh, I guess," I groaned, slipping into my black and red striped flats and tightening my belt around my waist. Renae looked rather dressed up herself, and it made my curiosity burn even further. Who could she possibly be going with that she wouldn't tell me about? And she had to care about this guy a lot because Renae doesn't just get dressed up for anything. She was wearing a white corset with a black pull over and short black skirt with fishnets underneath with pinstripes stilettos. I also noticed she spent more time on her hair and make up today than she usually did.

"Why are you even worried I mean, you're just hanging out with the guys right, and you never get all self-conscious any of the other times? So what's different now?" Renae questioned, as we excited the girl's sixth year dorm. All the other girls, had already left quite some time ago for breakfast and I wouldn't be surprised if the guys were already down there, too.

"You know, I could ask you the same question, Miss Silver!" I retorted, happy that I had an excuse to avoid her question. I didn't want to admit that the reason I was so worried about the way I looked was because of the kiss that George and I had last night, even though I knew he probably wouldn't even notice the extra effort I put into my outfit.

"Well, I already told you that I'm going on a date today," She mumbled in a very low voice, her cheeks brightening up instantly. I knew that it was a big deal for her, seeing as she hadn't dated anyone since Tyler.

Tyler Monnack, had been her muggle boyfriend back in America, and they only recently broke up at the end of this summer. They've been together for about eight months, and they ended on a bitter note. Tyler promised her that he would stay faithful to her over her school year at Hogwarts (which he thought was some fancy art school in Australia) but at the end of the summer she found out that when she was away at school, he had cheated on her. Since then, she has been very cautious about who she showed interest in and trusted.

"Yeah, yeah I know," I humped grumpily, still put off by the fact I was being kept in the dark by one of my best friends.

"But anyway, Andi, you're changing the subject," She retorted as we walked down the crowded hallways to the Great Hall for breakfast.

"Yes, I am," I stated back just as easily, speeding up until I reached the entrance to the Great Hall, scanning the Gryffindor table for two heads of matching flaming heads probably thrown back in laughter or bent close together as if they were scheming about something or other, which they probably were.

"You know I'll found out anyway," She cheerfully pointed out, as I found Fred and George and headed toward them briefly.

"Maybe, maybe not," I replied, sitting down next to Fred happily.

"This isn't over, Wendling," Renae remarked with a sense of triumphant. She knew that even if I didn't tell her right now, I most likely would before the day was over. Though I hated to admit it, she was probably right. Even though I was a fair liar when I needed to be, like when I got caught sneaking out of my room--which rarely happened, the getting caught part I mean--and stuff like that, but I could never keep a secret from Renae.

"What isn't over?" Fred asked as we settled down next to him.

"Nothing," Renae and I replied quickly. Even though I hated keeping secrets from my friends, especially my best friends, there was no way I would be letting Fred in on this one. How could I tell him that I was in love with his brother and that insignificant kiss last night had me double-checking my appearance every chance I got?

"Whatever," He rolled his eyes but continued to shovel food into his mouth in a very unappetizing fashion. Though it had no affect on my growling stomach as I reached for another muffin, being with the boys this long has made me all but immune to their disgusting boyish habits.

I sighed in contentment, happy that he let the subject drop so easily. This didn't go unnoticed though, because I saw George shot me a questioning glace which I shrugged off. Today was not the day for revealing secrets, at least none of mine anyway.

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"How can you say that? He's like twice your age," George scoffed, taking some of my butterbeer. Somehow Fred and George always drank their butterbeers quicker than I did and found it necessary to help me finish mine.

"So? He's still sex on legs," I laughed at the twin expressions on Fred and George's faces.

"I can't believe you just said that about Sirius Black, Andi," Fred stated, eating some of the chocolate he bought at Honeydukes.

"Psh, whatever. He's gorgeous, even if he is like forty," I rolled my eyes and stole some of his chocolate even though I had my own in a bag in my pocket. Why eat my own when I could eat someone else's, right?

It was around noon or so, and we've only been in Hogsmead for a few hours, but already it was a very eventful day. After all, that's what to be expected when you hang out with Fred and George, a good time is almost guaranteed. Renae disappeared after breakfast, claiming that she left something in our dorm. But I knew that she was off to meet her secret date. So far we've only been to Honeyduke's and Zonko's, but to be fair those were the only shops that really mattered anyway.

"If you'll excuse me for a minute," I mumbled quietly, but neither Fred or George heard me anyway, seeing as they were both deep in conversation about why it was so unfair that all the guys our age were looking for someone older. I rolled my eyes at them before making my way to the loo.

I don't know why I was disappointed George didn't say anything or take notice to the extra effort I put into my appearance today. It wasn't like I honestly expected him to, and I might have even thought he was sick if he did say something. I can't recall a single time when either twin has said anything positive about the way I look in a non-sarcastic way, it just wasn't the way we operated. But either way, I found my self sighing as I washed my hands, stopping only when I noticed a folded piece of paper in the from of a bird soar through the window. It began poking me in the side of my face, making it very apparent that I was intended to find it, and open it immediately. Warily, I decided I should just get it over with.

Are you trying to tempt me Wendling? With that short little skirt of yours? You're making me want to speed up the plan. A filthy mud blood like you shouldn't look that sexy. Oh the things I will do to you once I get my hands on you. And don't doubt for a second that the time will come, princess. The only question is when…

Shivering as I re-read the words on the paper, making sure that I had read the words clearly I glanced up at myself in the mirror. The face staring back at my frightened me, the terrified expression had to be of someone else. I felt so dirty all of the sudden, looking down at myself in disgust. Maybe my skirt was a little too short, my tights were pushing it. I clutched my stomach tightly, feeling slightly nauseated. Whoever had sent this note has saw me go into the bathroom. For all I know, they could be out there still sitting only feet away from the twins and I.

Stuffing the note into my pocket, questioning my sanity for not just burning it, I stalked out of the bathroom the uneasy feeling still washing over me. My eyes scanned the many happy faces of the witches and wizards enjoying a butterbeer or firewhiskey (if they were of age) at the Three Broomsticks. None of them looked like stalkers, but one of them had to be. The thought alone made me speed up in my race to get back to Fred and George.

"All right, there, Andi?" Fred asked as I rushed over to the table. Not bothering to say anything at first, but quickly gathering up my processions.

"No…"I shivered, the piece of parchment in my pocket weighing a ton, "Let's go," I whispered, turning around and heading for the door. Fred and George shared a nervous glance before following me out of the pub, matching expressions on worry playing on their faces.

"Drella, What's wrong? What happened?" George questioned, walking in front of me and seizing my shoulders, forcing me to come to a halt. His eyes met mine, capturing me in a deep gaze. It was like he was trying to look into my mind and pry the memory out using nothing but the astonishing power hidden in his chocolate eyes. I broke under his intense stare and found myself breaking the contact to stare just beyond his shoulder into the fitting cloudy sky.

"I-I," I stuttered, caught up in myself. Do I tell them the truth and have a repeat of last time? Or do I lie and keep it all to myself? Because I know if I told Renae she'd do something right away, something rash and probably too drastic.

"Come on, Drella," George sighed, his eyebrows furrowed in determination. "We're your best friends, we care about you. And if something is scaring you this much, we want to know. So we can hex whoever did this to you," George reassured me warmly, still holding onto my shoulders and bending his head down slightly so we were eyelevel.

"I, um," I sighed, not knowing how to begin. "Let's go somewhere we won't be heard, yeah?" I gave up. I knew that they would find out eventually anyway, and I know I'd feel a lot safer if I knew the guys were in on my situation. Fred and George smiled, happy that they were going to be able to know why I was so afraid and properly curse whoever had made me that way. However, as Fred took my hand and lead me into the alley way, it was the first time where all thoughts on the notes were gone from my thoughts.

There pressed against the walls, her fishnet-clad legs wrapped against his waist, her hands tangled in his white-blond hair and their faces attached at the mouth, were Renae Silver and Draco Malfoy. DRACO MALFOY…

Fred cleared his throat awkwardly, gawking at the couple kissing passionately in front of us. Breaking apart, Draco wore that dreadful smirk which seemed permanently sewn to his face and Renae's face was a cross between mortified and absolutely terrified.

"Renae Lynn Silver, you have some explaining to do," I growled, glaring at my sheepish looking best friend who was smoothing down her hair desperately. Suddenly, I understood exactly why Renae wouldn't tell me who she was meeting. Who would want to openly admit to snogging Ferret Boy? Even though the note's creepy words were scary and more stalkerish than I've ever heard, there were more important things at hand.

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(A/N. Any kind of critism and comments are welcomed and appreciated. It would mean a lot to me if you told me what you thought about this story. )

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