"Where are you off to?" Harry asked as Ophelia rushed down the stairs into the common room and headed for the door.

It was March now. A lot had changed since Christmas. Ophelia began to get closer with Harry of course. She regretted leaving him when he evidently needed her the most.

"Stupid tutor for potions remember?" Ophelia replied in a hurry as she picked up her book from the common room table.

Harry groaned and looked over at Ron who was sitting on the couch with Hermione.

"You're seriously still working with Draco Malfoy?" Ron snorted. Hermione swatted him in the back of the head.

"You think I want to see Malfoy every day?" Ophelia sneered. Harry and Hermione grinned at Ron's embarrassed face.

Draco Malfoy had been tutoring Ophelia for awhile now; he would insult her quite often but she was actually understanding concepts now. Draco even seemed to be less frustrated when she didn't understand.

"Tell us if he give you any trouble alright Ophelia?" Hermione advised as Ophelia threw her bag over her shoulder.

"Yeah yeah Hermione I can handle myself." Ophelia mumbled in annoyance. "I'll be back in a bit."

When Ophelia walked towards the door she stopped when somebody called her name.

"Ophelia," Harry called to her. "Seriously tell me if he bothers you."

Ophelia grinned at Harry and he smiled back. Before leaving she smiled at both Hermione and Ron.

The hallways were quite empty already. It was only 7:00pm but usually there would be some students by now. The library was on her side of the school luckily; Ophelia assumed Draco was unfortunately already there.

"Coming Granger?" Draco sneered from the couch in the corner.

There was a cute maplewood coffee table in front of it and the couch was a soft grey fabric. They studied there most of the time.

Ophelia scoffed and sat down next to Draco, making as much distance between the two as possible.

"Well aren't you friendly today?" Draco sneered, flipping open his potions notebook.

"Sorry. Studying with THE Draco Malfoy is stressful." Ophelia replied sarcastically. "Can we just get this done?"

Ophelia leaned forward and looked over her book for awhile, reading her notes over and over, surprisingly understanding it. Draco simply just leaned back with his hand behind his neck and watched. He assumed she would just want silence since last time she yelled at him for breaking her concentration.

"How're ya doing there granger?" He asked after awhile, still leaning back in his seat and just staring down at Ophelias fingers as her painted white nails tapped against the table quietly.

"Alright I suppose." She replied, still focused. "What does this mean though?"

Draco leaned forward and moved his head over Ophelias notebook next to her. His breath slightly trailed down her neck, sending chills down her spine.

"Werewolves?" Draco asked. Ophelia nodded, stopping the tapping of her nails on the table. "Well there's a potion that can stop their transformation if that's what you're talking about."

Ophelia turned her head and looked at Draco; at the same time, he turned and looked at her. The two's faces were barely inches apart when their eyes met.

Draco stared into her glimmering light brown eyes for a moment before she awkwardly backed away.

"Thanks Malfoy." Ophelia said simply, leaning forward to read more about the potion.

"My pleasure." Draco sneered back, but with a smirk on his face.

The smirk slowly faded as Pansy Parkinson strolled over towards their table. Ophelia noticed him tense up and looked back at him. She bit her lip slowly as she glanced back to Pansy, who was now standing in front of their table.

"Hey Draco." Pansy cooed, completely ignoring Ophelia.

Draco was sitting in annoyance as Pansy greeted him. Ophelia could tell he was tired of Pansy being all over him, even though he seemed to like the attention.

"Hey Pans." Draco replied dryly.

Ophelia chuckled under her breath, causing Pansy to turn her gaze to Ophelia.

"Got a problem mudblood?" Pansy sneered, stepping forward and towering over Ophelia, who was still sitting.

At a loss for words, Ophelia stood up and glared into Pansy's eyes. She was still shorter than Pansy, but she knew she had the better chance in a fight.

"What the fuck did you just call me?" Ophelia sneered, growing defensive. Draco had always called Hermione that.

"I called you a filthy little mudblood." Pansy shrieked with laughter. "What're you going to do about it?"

Draco had risen to his feet aswell. He towered over both the girls but he was standing at the other side of the table at the moment.

"At least I'm not desperate for Draco. You know he's tired of you hey?" Ophelia retorted, causing Pansy to scoff in anger.

"You have no idea what he wants." Pansy snarled back, raising her voice.

Draco was shocked by Ophelias boldness. He hadn't known her well but he knew she usually just sat back and ignored Pansy; she ignored anybody actually.

"I know he wants anybody but you." Ophelia replied once more, still remaining more calm than Pansy. She decided to test it more; Pansy was not getting away with calling her that name. "I mean, even he knows you're an indecent-"

Ophelia was cut off by Pansy punching her straight in the cheek bone.

Without thinking Ophelia drew her arm back and nailed Pansy directly in the nose with a powerful punch. The adrenaline of both girls caused them to grow into a whole fight.

"You're filthy! Just like your mudblood sister and blood-traitor friends! Disgusting!" Pansy shrieked mid fight.

The library was crowded with people as the two fought. They both knew teachers would be coming very soon, but Ophelia did not care. Pansy hit her first.

Ophelia was now on top of Pansy, punching her several times. Pansy threw an aching punch directly below her eye, causing her vision to go blurry.

The warmth of comforting hands brought Ophelia out of her adrenaline rush. They yanked her off of Pansy, though gently enough that she knew she was safe. Her head was pounding but she knew that Draco was already exiting the library with Pansy before the teachers came.

"Oh yeah run to Potter!" Pansy shrieked as she exited. "He'll never truly love a mudblood like you!"

That's who was now embracing her in a comforting hug. Harry Potter.

Everything was still very blurry but she knew Harry was assisting her to the common room. The room exploded with Hermione and Ron's urgent questions when they walked in.

"Give her space!" Harry yelled, still having his arm wrapped around Ophelia.

The two sat on the couches once more, still in complete shock and worry.

The second they were standing in the common room Harry pulled Ophelia gently into his arms. Everything was much clearer now; she knew she had beaten up Pansy much worse than Pansy had beaten her, but her knuckles were still bleeding constantly and her face had been slashed by one of Pansy's rings. Right below her eye was a bruise aswell.

"You're alright now." Harry whispered into Ophelias ear as he rubbed her back very softly.

When ready, Ophelia was going to pull away from Harry's embrace, but she didn't want to. She felt safe there.

"Ophelia what happened?" Hermione questioned, causing Ophelia to pull out of the hug and walk over to the couches.

She sat down gently on the soft fabric. The room was still lit clearly and there were quite a few older kids still awake. Harry sat next to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders as he stared at her bloody and scratched cheek.

"Pansy called me a mudblood." Ophelia sneered, trying to contain her anger. She wasn't crying, she was just sore.

Hermione was now kneeling in front of Ophelia and analyzing her features. She didn't seem to be worried by how severe it was, so it couldn't have been that bad.

"Why was she even there?" Ron questioned angrily from the other couch. "Snogging Draco I assume?"

"No actually." Ophelia began, "he was evidently annoyed by her being there so I laughed and she went all crazy on me."

Ron snorted with laughter at the thought of Draco rejecting Pansy and how she would react. Even Hermione had to force back her laughter as Ron began to mock Pansy sobbing.

"You got her much worse than she did you." Harry chuckled. "Sort of badass that you could do that."

Ophelia grinned and looked towards Harry, blushing slightly.

"She deserved it." Ophelia replied proudly. "What were you doing in the library anyways?"

"Dean told me he saw you in the library talking with Pansy when he was leaving." Harry explained. "I knew something was going to happen."

Ophelia laughed at how Harry knew Pansy would cause trouble. Deep down she thought it was adorable and amazing that Harry was there for her, but she just didn't realize it yet.

"You should be able to wrap your knuckles but I can try and heal up your face if you want?" Hermione said finally after viewing her injuries.

Harry gave Hermione an uncertain look, clearly unsure if she could heal wounds at her age.

Next thing they knew, Ophelia's wounds on her face were healed nearly perfectly; the skin around where the injuries were was just very fragile.

"You've really got to be more careful Ophelia." Hermione insisted as she pulled out the bandage wrap for her knuckles. "Pansy could be more dangerous than you think.

Harry and Ron both snorted with laughter. Pansy Parkinson dangerous?

"Oh yeah she's going to get me good isn't she?" Ron teased, jumping up behind Hermione and making her jump.

Harry managed to catch the bandage when Hermione accidentally threw it. She was now yelling at Ron who was laughing hysterically at her reaction.

The two on the couch chuckled lightly at Hermione and Ron's love hate relationship.

"Mind if I just do it?" Harry asked, taking his arm off from around her shoulders.

"Not at all." Ophelia replied, smiling widely.

The knuckles were very sore and stiff while Harry bandaged them. Hermione managed to bicker about how he was doing it "wrong" while also yelling at Ron. She amazing Ophelia sometimes.

Once her knuckles were bandaged, the four rushed up to their dorms before being caught awake so late at night. It was already midnight. Time really flew.