Sorry for not updating this story in so long, I have been taking part in the NANOWRIMO challenge, and having just completed my story for the month (70k) I was on such a writing high, that I thought I'd write out the next chapter (:

thank you so much for reading ^.^

I awoke much later on that very same day.

I had sat stock still encased in my bedding until I heard the feint snores than informed me Adrian was safely asleep.

Breathing a sigh of relief I made to stand up, but caught my foot awkwardly on the corner of the sheets causing me to sprawl out across the dormitory floor.

Adrian's snores still reassured me, but a shadow was moving about behind his hangings and I didn't care to find out who it was.

Slipping conspicuously through the common room UN detected, I decided I just needed some fresh air, room to think.

And I most definitely needed to think things over.

As I reached the corridor that led away from the common room I took off at a sprint, almost reaching the entrance hall exit before someone stopped me.

"Tere!" A girls voice screeched.

Wincing at the sound, I took a few moments to compose myself, before turning to face her.

"Hey Margret," I replied with a false chirpiness in my voice.

"It was such a shame that that annoying Weasley kid stopped us last night, y'know?" Her voice had dropped to a whisper as she approached me

I couldn't help but disagree, but said nothing to the contrary, instead satisfying her with a slight nod of the head.

"Hey how about we try it again? Sometime...soon." I didn't like the suggestive tone in her voice, and I stumbled a few steps backwards to create some distance between me and her.

I wasn't really sure what I was going to do, I mean in an ideal world sleeping with a fit girl would solve all my problems but given recent events I couldn't help but feel they'd only intensify them by tenfold.

I had to stop this now, before someone (probably Margret) got hurt.

"Listen, Margret," I began cautiously, eyeing the fists that were clenched at the girls sides. "we need to talk."

Margret was frowning at me, but didn't disagree, instead allowing me to lead her off into one of the alcoves that where spread across the edges of the entrance hall.

"what's this about?" Margret asked curiously, folding her arms across her chest.

"It's just...you and me..." I wanted to approach the subject sympathetically, lest I cause a water works break down "I don't think...we're right for each other."

"you're...breaking up with me?"

"I...uh...well yeah,"

As it turns out I needn't of worried about any tears slipping down Margret's face, because however upset she must have been feeling had transferred to rage pretty quickly, and as a resounding crack filled the room I realised I was on the receiving end of it.

Those who were clustered around in the hall, stopped their conversations momentarily to get a better look at what just happened, before turning back to each other once more, no doubt to spread the rumours that where sure to spring up after such an incident.

As it turns out, I was not far of the mark. By the next morning the rumours had not only spread far across the school, but had also gained ridiculous amounts of exaggerating.

The latest tale I believe entailed me being chased down the corridor by a giant suite of armour that Margret had enchanted because I slept with Margret's mother on our supposed 'one year anniversary', which by the way, was another rumour that had sprung up (that me and Margret had been dating secretly for over a year).

They had gotton to the point of such ridiculousness (I heard one girl swear down that she was the giant squid tap-dance around in front of her and us before taking out a wand of its own an shooting hexes at me) that I no longer found them offensive, and rather incredibly funny.

Margret's friends however, did not seem to share the same sentiments.

They seemed to be under the deluded impression that I myself had started all of these rumours to drag their friends name down into the mud, which fyi not only makes no sense but is a completely stupid away to go about doing that, after all as a Slytherin we have much more resourceful ways of making someone's life hell.

But all that stands to reason really, as I cared little about the opinions of others. However Adrian had confronted me about the issue.

Having to see him again after what happened the other day was bad enough, but it was even worse to be speaking about something that the said 'happening of the other day' directly caused.

Not that I could tell him that of course.

"Dude what is up with you?" Adrian asked, catching up to me as I stalked out of the great hall.

"What do you mean?" I asked, averting his eyes as he turned me to face him.

"Why would you break up with that Ravenclaw chick-?"

"Margret."

"Right. I mean, she was perfectly good looking, and completely your type." I had thought so to "so what's the matter?"

"Look, I don't want to talk about it." At least hat was partially true, it wasn't that I didn't want to talk about it, it was just I didn't want to talk about it to him.

"Come on man, you can tell me." Adrian was shooting me his puppy eyes, and despite my best efforts I succumbed to his peer pressure.

"Fine...She was getting to clingy." Also partially true in so far as she was clingy, but that had very little to do with why I was breaking up with her.

Adrian rolled his eyes, his hand smacking my shoulder lightly "whatever man, your funeral."

At my raised eyebrow he elaborated "Margret's friends look like they want to eat you alive."

That didn't surprise me in the slightest, as they'd already confronted me many times already in the past couple days.

"I don't understand how your brain works sometimes." Adrian commented, grinning at me fondly.

"That makes the two of us."