After Heather's intense interaction with Malfoy, she began to read her selection in silence, comfortable and content. The girl was a fast paced reader, it only took her a bit less than an hour to finish the entire paperback, even though she could have spent more time in the library taking notes.

After exiting the library, Heather headed over to the Great Hall for some dinner. She was a bit late, as usual, considering her non-stop studying sessions after classes. She wasn't really angry anymore, Malfoy leaving her personal space did wonders for her attitude. She decided to read the book on dragons to help Harry a bit, she could tell he was nervous for his task tomorrow. Walking over to the Great Hall, she went over the newly acquired information about dragons in her head, deciding what was useful and what wasn't.

The doors to the hall were already open, and it was bustling with chatter and students already stuffing their faces. However, it all died down to a few risky whispers as people noticed that Heather joined the room.

What's this all about then?

The girl looked around the entire Great Hall. Almost everyone's eyes were on her. She either saw shocked expressions, rolling of eyes, angry stares, or people covering their mouths while whispering to one another. She knew immediately that they were talking as if it was about something they didn't want her to know.

They're talking about me. What for?

Heather hesitantly stepped into the large room, her head refusing to turn in any direction other than the table she always sat at, with her friends. Even they looked at her caution-like, confusing the girl even more. This was not going to be good news.

As she sat down, the witch took one sweep across the Great Hall with her eyes once more, less people were looking at her, and more conversations began, but no doubt they were still talking about her.

"Hermione, what's wrong? Why is everyone looking at me?", Heather asked the girl, she knew that Hermione was the one to ask, she'd tell her. Hermione looked around and took a short breath in. She opened her mouth, "There's a rumor going around. Everyone thinks that you and Malfoy...snogged.", she explained.

Heather's eyes were surprisingly managing to stay inside her head, considering how much they've been bulging out.

What the fuck was happening? Did he-

Wait. No, it can't be. He wouldn't tell a soul, we didn't even snog! He threatened to spread the lie if I didn't tell him which professor I was giving the potion to, and I did. Somehow, I trust that he hasn't told anyone.

Then I realized that we were in the library when he said it. It was out, in a public place, where there are obviously other students cooped up there, too. Someone must have overheard. Merlin's Beard! I didn't even deny it, did I? Anyone could've overheard the conversation and assumed that we actually snogged.

"You guys don't believe that, do you?", Heather asked, her voice a whisper.

Hermione furrowed her brows a bit and frowned. "I don't, but Harry and Ronald have a hard time believing you didn't, no matter how much I assured them that there must be a reasonable explanation."

I looked over to Harry and Ron. Harry seemed rather disappointed, he was looking down in his lap without saying a word. Ron was talking to Ginny, but once he felt my eyes on him, he turned his head and shook it in disapproval. They have no right to be angry! I do!

I turned back to Hermione and whispered a thank you to her, I knew she'd understand that I would never in a million years even think about kissing Malfoy. Bloody disgusting. I turned back to the boys, anger apparent on my face as I raised my voice at them.

"Why don't you believe me? How could you two ever think that I would do such a thing?!", I yelled at them. Ron didn't even wince like usual, he just said, "Well, you two have been getting pretty close lately." Harry remained silent.

"Close? You call that close? If I had it my way, I wouldn't see him around at all!", I shouted. Some students heads, all in our vicinity, turned to look at the 'angry fit' I was having, but I couldn't care less.

"And you, Harry? What's your explanation?", I crossed my arms at the boy who was now looking at me, his face expressionless.

"I don't know what to believe.", he simply stated. It was much more than simple, how could some of my best friends ever think that I would betray them this way?

"Of course, you don't. You'd rather believe a stupid rumor than your own friend. You know what? I'm going to find him and clear the air, maybe you'll believe me then.", I said, rising out of my seat to go find Malfoy, I noticed he wasn't here when I walked in.

"Of course, do whatever you need.", Hermione assured me. I thanked her with a nod of my head, and turned towards the double doors with my head high, if people wanted to look at me walk away, might as well give them a bit of a show.

I didn't know where I was going, one minute I was in the Great Hall, the next I made my way down the dungeons towards the Slytherin common room. Not a lot of students know it's exact whereabouts, but I remembered where to go from that time that Fred, George, and I set a prank down here for the Slytherin students. We enchanted the dungeons to make horrible, shrieking sounds of pain and fear to scare the students there as they slept. It worked, they all woke up with fear in their eyes, running out of the common room, resorting to sleep in the Great Hall. The twins and I giggled with laughter as we saw angry and fearful looking students splaying themselves on the tables that the houses eat at, some even making the bold decision to rest themselves on the teacher's table.

The memory failed to make me smile, even a little. I was on a mission right now, I had to find that little twit and clear the air. I don't know how I was going to get into the common room, I had no idea what the password was. Thankfully, I saw a couple of seventh years outside about to get in, I'm assuming they didn't go to dinner because they didn't have to. I rushed over them, making sure to keep a distance so they wouldn't notice me, and slipped inside the room before the painting closed shut once again.

The Slytherin common room was nothing short of glamorous; the posh, green expanse glistened under the emerald green fireplace, the bits of gold, silver, and black items along the dark pine wood really livening the place up. It was exactly what the Slytherin house represented; slick, elegance, and overall, stunning.

I looked down at my clothes and let out a sigh of relief. Thank God I changed out of my robes after class ended, I would've stuck out like a sore thumb with my red uniform on. I wore tan plaid pants, paired with a plain, black turtleneck and thick, black, platform boots. I had on a silver chain around my neck, it was charmed with a safety pin, a combination I've seen in a muggle magazine.

I hurriedly walked over to the boys dormitories, controlling my breathing as I went up the stairs, making sure no one saw me. I passed Crabbe and Goyle on the way, they made weird kissing sounds and faces at me as I walked past, not even questioning what I was doing in this part of the castle. In turn, I hexed them by causing them temporary blindness, they ran away rather pathetically, bumping into walls and falling down the stairs along the way. Not the best choice when you're blind. Oh well, they'd be alright in an hour.

I angrily knocked on the boys dormitory's door. After a couple of seconds, I called out, "Malfoy! Open this damn door or I'll-" My threat was cut off to see Draco swinging the door wide open.

He had on black sweatpants and a grey t-shirt; simple, but fuck, he looked good anyways. It's always the external simplicity that has me curious, but I know better. Everyone is complex, and Draco Malfoy may be the most complex person I've ever met. Even though I hardly knew him, it was easy to see, but no one took their time to figure it out. His hair was slightly disheveled and he was rubbing his eyes out of anger, irritated that someone woke him up, from the looks of it. He was the only one in there, having everyone else stuffing their faces in the Great Hall during dinner. What he was doing here and sleeping instead of eating, I don't know, and I really don't care to find out.

"The fuck are you doing here?", he angrily asks, but judging by his tone, he demanded an answer.

"Have you heard what people have been saying about us?", I inquired, crossing my arms defensively. I knew in order for this conversation to work, I was going to have to act civil with the bloody git, so I had to keep my sarcasm in check, which killed me.

He looks confused for a second, of course the idiot doesn't know, he's been sleeping his lazy arse off for Merlin-knows how long.

"So you admit that there's an 'us'?", he cheekily asks, resting his hand on the door frame, the other in the pocket of his dark sweatpants. A slight smirk forms on his blush coloured lips, amused at the word I chose to include in my question.

I furrow my brows, "There is no 'us', you idiot. There's a rumor going around about the two of us.", I emphasized.

He raised an eyebrow in question, wondering what the hell I could be talking about.

"So, are you gonna let me Slytherin or what?", I ask him, referring to the dreadful pick-up line he used on me a few weeks ago when he attempted to make me swoon for him. He widens his eyes as he moves away from the door as I walk inside the dorm, not even bothering to let him answer. I turn back to look at his shocked expression at the use of my stupid pun, the look on his face is priceless. I have to stifle in a laugh as I walk over to the beds, sitting down on the one that's second furthest to the wall, the disheveled sheets and the flat, disoriented pillow making me grimace a bit. Boys will be boys.

He lets out a little chuckle, closing the door and walking over to the middle of the room, both hands now in his pockets.

That joke was stupid, why would he laugh at it? Especially after a few moments passed after I said it?

I realize that he wasn't laughing at my house joke, he was laughing at something else. At me.

"What's so funny?", I ask him in confusion.

"You're welcome to make yourself comfortable, but I'd never think it would be on Goyle's bed.", he laughs to himself.

"GROSS!", I shout, jumping up off the dusty bed and patting myself down, making sure I didn't catch anything. Why did I sit there anyways when there was a clean, nicer bed against the wall? It was the only decent looking one here, despite the sheets being crumbled up.

I sat down on it, crossing my arms at my stupidity. I look over at Draco once again, and he has a smirk on his face, as usual. Ugh, what is it this time?

"Now what?", I slightly raise my voice, aggravated. He chuckles to himself, even louder than last time.

"Now you're getting cosy on my bed.", he states, sitting down on the edge of his bed while speaking.

Of course. And I thought it wouldn't get any worse.

"Piss off, Malfoy.", I throw a small pillow at him, not even caring where it hit him. I move on onto the pressing matter of the evening, what I came in here for in the first place.

"Anyways, thanks to you, there's a bloody rumor going around, people think that we," I pause, gesturing my finger between the both of us, "have snogged.", I explain, scrunching my face up in disgust as I say the last two words.

I look over to take in his reaction, but I'm not satisfied at all. His grey eyes are neutral, he isn't allowing any emotion to show through. I notice he's clenching his jaw, keeping something in. The fuck is he trying to do? Break his teeth? Then he lets out a few words that I'd never thought I'd hear come out of his foul mouth.

"Is that such a bad thing to think about?"