Glancing at Danity out of the corner of his eyes Harry quickly looked back onto his feet again due to the different emotions that had just flashed across Danity's face. A mixture of annoyance, shock and something else Harry wasn't too sure he wanted to know. Arg. This was just so hard. And so confusing. Hearing the irritation in Danity's voice Harry couldn't help it anymore, he raised his head and his green eyes flashed towards her face. Huge mistake. He immediately regretted this since now he couldn't take his eyes off of her anymore. Harry was just standing there staring at this beautiful face not knowing what to say or what to feel. What were the two questions she had asked? He had absolutely no idea.

His eyes showed all the questions he wanted to ask her but especially one: Why? Why had she chosen Malfoy? Why him? Why wasn't she with him right now? Why? Closing his eyes to pull himself together again Harry slowly started shaking his head in defeat. What was there to say anyway? As he opened his eyes again Harry looked into her face and for once it helped him think clearly. "Well, you were the one that called me after all." He whispered not sure whether he could dare his voice enough to speak up.

Danity sighed, irritated.
Swear. Harry was so dramatic sometimes, like an annoying little female. It wasn't even that serious.
"That's because you disappeared," Danity replied, picking at her fingernail, clearly bored. This was clearly a waste of her time.
She was wishing she was with Draco.
They were so much alike.
If only they hadn't just had a fight.
CRAP.

Harry's eyes widened in surprise at Danity's last words. "Sorry? What did you just say?" Had he said anything about the whole Malfoy thing? He hadn't, right? Right? Hopefully he hadn't. Okay, he had to behave like a normal 16-year-old not like a little girl whose lolly had just been taken away. Coughing once to clear his throat he turned around completely to face Danity and asked, trying to keep his voice undifferently, "So, why were you calling for me? Anything wrong?" Then after a few seconds he added, "And where's Mal...Draco?" Not that he particularly cared but he wanted to keep up their conversation.

"Uh yeah, you ran off," Danity said. And to think I call myself the 'weird' one... she thought. "And what does Draco have to do with this? He's not here right now."
This was going nowhere. And to be honest, it was kind of annoying. What happened to the fun Harry that Danity had been with just hours ago?

Okay, this was useless. Their whole conversation was completely hopeless. It wasn't going anywhere. What was the purpose of it anyway? Oh, right, Danity should know, she was the one who started it in the first place. But she obviously wasn't in too much of a hurry to come to the point since she kept on talking about embarrassing things like him running off like a coward. Feeling his face heating up at the thought of this Harry looked back at her and said, "I didn't run off...okay, I did but..." Arg. He was babbling. Concentrate, Harry! "But you were distracted, so I thought I'd take a walk around the lake." Okay, that wasn't exactly what had happened but whatever.

"'Distracted'?" Danity repeated. "Really Harry, you're just as bad as Draco."
She sighed and turned, walking away. Nothing. At least arguing with Draco had more meaning. With Harry, it was just pointless. He didn't have the heart to be mean and say things he shouldn't. With Draco, he said whatever was on his mind. It made it more interesting. With Harry, it was just...

boring.

Him being as bad as Malfoy?! This comment made Harry wince slightly but at the same time a determined look flashed across his face. No, he wasn't. And he was going to prove it. Here and now. But just as Harry'd opened his mouth to say something, not that he knew what would have come out of it, Danity turned and walked away. What?! No, don't go! Cocking his head slightly in confusion Harry needed a few seconds to decide what to do now but then, after they'd passed he dashed after her grabbing her by the arm. "Hey, what-are-you-doing? Where'd-you-think-you're-goin'?" Harry was talking rather rapidly, a sign for his uncomfort in the situation. But he didn't want her to leave. Not, before she'd told him why she'd wanted to talk to him.

After fifteen minutes of lying his pale head on the damp earth, Draco finally stood up from his place deep within the forest. He walked back to the castle with his head down and barely looked up to find his way. Eventually, he broke from the tree line and headed straight to the castle. At this point he had to look up, and he couldn't help his cold gray eyes from sweeping the grounds.

And there they were. Too distant to make out their faces exactly, Draco knew that the two people near the lake were Harry and Danity. He shook his head and continued walking until he reached the oaken doors. Stepping through them, he decided upon gong into the Great Hall, but as he sat down with his fellow Slytherins, he realized he was in no mood to eat.

"I don't feel like talking to you anymore," Danity said through clenched teeth. She walked into the castle, headed towards the Slytherin common room. She sprinted down the hall, too fast for Harry to follow. She yelled the password at the door and went in, taking a seat on the couch.

Boys are stupid.

Sighing, Draco stood up, leaving his food untouched. He walked through the entrance hall and down the steps to the dungeon, not letting his eyes wander to the oaken doors which probably concealed Danity and Harry doing who-knew-what.

He said the password at the stone wall as he reached it and walked into the common room ------ and saw Danity sitting on the couch. Biting his tongue thoroughly, Draco spun around and walked firmly back out of the common room.

Hollé diverted her face from him, the power, nearly masculine profile squinting in the face of the sun. She understood the boy well, a comfort and a frustration. For if she hadn't anything to probe or challenge the hell out of, why Hollé wasn't breathing! Yet, it was a rest. She wouldn't expect anything more or less from Paxton than him being there; being Paxton. He was a simply sketched, overdone concept. It was all Hollé could do not to bully him for it, merely because she liked the taste of the familiar and explored. As many times as her fists, nails, teeth, and stillettos were drawn to his face by forces of gravity and fate alike; she liked his face. She hadn't the heart to rearrange it. Not to say that she didn't wholeheartedly moan with pleasure when she heard his nose crack that Ravenclaw match. Yes, Paxton Oswald was like that toy. You know, the one you snuggle one year and use for a punching bag the next?

Her head snapped up from the reverie, the sudden movement influencing her hair into motion. "Hmm?" a small, nasal sounds emanated, slightly off-guard and dimly disbelieving of what she'd just heard. "Did you just..." No, it couldn't be. Paxton was an unphasing brick wall that could be graffitied with every insult in the book. Hollé pinched herself. And it warn't no granny pinch, either! Pushing herself up on her tiptoes to catch up with him in inches, she scowled down at him. "You didn't just stand up for yourself?" she hated being brushed off. What was she? Lint? Riiiiight. Filthy word. You ought to be horsewhipped. Shame I left mine at home.

In a distant membrane within the dark, scary, Sleepy Hollow-typed mind that was beneath that cap of ebony hair, she'd picture Paxton cohorting with a blonde, a bland blonde. Not herself. She'd go out and find herself a...Dimitri from Brom Baldaggio's Mafia, never marry, and make threats. Hollé's lips wore a most alluring smile while Paxton stewed on a back burner. Making deals. Crashing expensive cars and emerging from the wreckage with next to nothing on her low-cut blouses. While Paxton rotted into the lawn of his suburban castle, 2.5 children dancing ritual circles around him. Oh, she'd kill the blonde that would do that to him with her bare teeth.

"Oh, you think?" she spat, shooting him daggers. Dropping from her tip-toed pose, she pranced back, swatting at his hand. Heat overpowered the cold in her heart. Was this caring? His cool, rough fingers testing her forehead. Hollé pouted like a reprimanded child. "I don't think so," she verbalized, slowly, clearly, tacking on another betrayal sneeze toward the end. "Ok, maybe...NO! GAWD NO!" The scream echoed through the pitch, assuredly Hogwarts, and possibly the world. Paxton's hair had been volumized by it, even. "I DO NOT GET SICK!" she raged, hands making ripping gestures through the air at some unseen straitjacket.

Suddenly, she froze, eyes crazed beneath tensed brows. "For the game?" Her torso angled toward his arm, a hum of agreement following as Hollé put on her best invalid walk beside her...her rescuer? Caretaker? F-f-fr no, he wasn't that. Hands clasped angelically in front of her, she moved carefully toward him, eyes averted. Of course, she'd consented. "Now, shut up and don't get soft on me, Oswald. Just...escort the lady," she barked the command, the un-erring drill sergeant timbre still in tact. She plunged forward, head humnched, taking off at a brisk gait, expecting following. "Thanks." But that could have been just the wind currents within the pitch.

Danity remembered that she wanted to talk to Paxton about trying out for the Slytherin Quidditch team. Now that she was mad at Draco, she was more determined than ever to take his spot on the team. She smirked at the thought. She heard the door open, and she turned just to see Draco leaving. She got up quickly, brushing past him as she walked down the hall, careful to make sure her hand brushed his as she did so. She continued down the hall, headed outside to find Paxton. She found him all right, he and Colette in a clearly heated discussion.

Draco didn't hear the portrait hole close, and he was sure he knew why. Sure enough he felt a cool hand lightly brush his a few seconds later. His hands clenched into fists as he watched Danity flounce away, her hair bouncing beautifully behind her. Knowing he couldn't control his rage with her at the moment, he gave his mind the illusion that he was running after her, and indeed he was, but at the last second before he reached the end of the corridor, he turned and ran full blast into a suit of armor. It clattered to the ground on one side of its pedestal as he clattered to the other.

As she watched Colette and Paxton argue, she head a loud noise coming from the castle. She ran back in, willing to bet her life that it was Draco who had caused the noise. Sure enough it was: she found him in a heap next to a suit of armor. She snickered.
"Can't walk, Malfoy?" she smirked.

Faster than he had ever moved in his life, Draco was on his feet, just inches from Danity, with blackthorn wand pointed at her throat. Give me one good reason. Just one, and I swear I will. His eyes were narrow and livid, not just at her, but at himself too. Hadn't he purposefully tried to dispel his anger at her by publicly humiliating himself?

Danity snickered again and with the roll of her eyes, she wordlessly cast a spell that sent Draco flying back against the other wall.

She crossed her arms, laughing as she did so. "Oh honestly, Malfoy, you're no match for me."

This was too easy. Like lion and mouse: Danity the lion, Draco the mouse.

Draco had blinked and when he opened his eyes again he was sliding down the cold flagstone wall. His cold gray eyes were daggers into hers, and he didn't think that he had ever hated anyone more at any moment in time. He sprang to his feet like a cat once more and glanced at the wall he had just been slammed into. Blood. Of course. Just great. But Draco was apart from the pain, nothing mattered to him more than hurting Danity where she could never hurt him. He sneered at her, Well, I'm clueless as to why you even wonder why neither of us likes you. His eyes showed no guilty conscience from within, and it satisfied him that he didn't need to say names to get under her skin. His wand arm rested at his side.

Danity laughed.
"I don't care whether either of you like me," she sneered, walking towards him. She came right up to him, her face right there inches from his. "But I know you do."

So she was a good actress. Big deal. Draco could see through her supposedly impenetrable mask. He laughed a cold, harsh laugh in her face. As if I could care for such a vial bit of matter. To me, you're nothing more than a waste of space. Not to mention a waste of my time. He spit at her feet.

Danity laughed again.
"Seriously? That's the worst you can do? My dog could hurt my feelings before you could. Its so cute...you think you bother me but you really don't... so funny," she laughed.

Draco laughed, moving another inch into her face. So funny? What's so funny is your pathetic excuse for an argument. Always the same, 'Oh, how hurtful. As if that was good enough to do any damage,' Draco talked in an extremely good yet very baby-ish version of Danity's voice before returning to his own deep tones, The day you don't care about anything I say to you will be the day that your 'boyfriend' starts acting like he's worth something. Oh, wait, I meant 'ex'. Excuse me, if you meant anything to him he would be here right now. Draco smirked at her.

Danity rolled her eyes and pushed Draco's chest, moving him back and away from her.
"He's not my boyfriend. He's a friend. You know, something you wish you were? As if I would give you that much attention..."

Burn.

It was Draco's turn to roll his eyes as she pushed him away and at her words. He laughed again not caring (and possibly hoping slightly) if people heard his next words, Oh, right. So attention isn't fighting with me, then kissing me, then fighting again, then crying on my shoulder, and then storming off again? Apologies, I must have misinterpreted all the life lessons I've ever learned. He spoke his last words with sarcasm and his first ones with venom. He knew that if these words were heard by even the slightest number of people, that she would be unlikely ever to speak to him again.

Danity rolled her eyes and dropped her voice to a whisper so nobody would hear and said, "You know I can't help that, you stupid little brat."
She didn't drop her voice because he got to her, she dropped her voice because she didn't want anyone to hear what she said. She'd be over with if they did.

After having stared at the spot where Danity had just been standing for a long time Harry shook his head slightly to clear his head again and organize his thoughts. He needed to find his best friends, they certainly knew what to do or how to behave. Especially Hermione, she was a girl as well, after all. Slowly dragging his feet back inside the castle Harry quickly looked into the Great Hall and his green eyes scanned the hall in search for Ron and Hermione. Without success, though.

With a sigh Harry was just about to walk up the stairs to look for them inside the Gryffindor Common Room when he heard a loud crash that obviously came from the dungeons. Maybe Malfoy had run into something and was now lying on the floor, helpless, hurt. Hehe. His suspicions were confirmed a few minutes later by raised voices from downstairs that belonged to Malfoy and Danity. Quietly walking down the stairs until he stopped a few steps before he'd reached the bottom. He didn't want the two to notice him, after all.

His face fell into a mask of shock as he heard Malfoy actually confirm his nightmares. So they had kissed. They actually had kissed. Well, but they obviously weren't too close now anymore, which was good, right? Even though he leaned in even more almost falling off the stairs trying to eavesdrop on their conversation Harry was unable to understand Danity's next words.