My disclaimer:

"Oh come on Hagrid, I'm only going to borrow them. I promise I won't hurt them."

"They're magical characters, and they have powers way beyond yer muggle understandings. You can't properly take care of them," Hagrid grumbled down to the little muggle holding a shiny new pen and a very frayed spiral notebook.

"Awhh, come on I'm only going to write a short story about them it's not like I'm going to do anything perverse. I'll leave that up to the slashers," she shrugged.

Hagrid shivered a bit, "fine, but have them back before Lady Rowlings notices the've gone missing. I'm not about to make 'er angry, the last character that did that was good ole' Snuffles. I'd like to keep my job and my life thank you very much." Hagrid warned.

"Thanks Professor Hagrid," the muggle writer grinned. "Now, I think I'll just go into the Forbidden Forrest and find a nice little area to get some inspiration and start to write. I'll be back in a few hours."

"Just remember, you own nothin' on these grounds!" the giant man warned the oddly charming Potterphile. He watched the naïve muggle make her way into the forest. Shaking his large head, he mumbled something to Fangs. "I jus hope she don' run into that wild pack of copyrigh' lawyers I've been keepin' in there. They can get downright bloodthirsty when provoked."

(I think that says it all, I own nothing, I'm just a visitor here in the Forbidden Forest.)

AND NOW ON TO OUR STORY:

"I just don't get you," Cleopatra turned her pert in the air and rolled her hazel eyes towards the stoney, dark dunegon ceiling. "He's such a….a…Hufflepuff," the last word left her perfect pink lips and she seemed to choke on the utterance.

"There is nothing wrong with being a Hufflepuff, besides he is a Pureblood and you know how you are about that. Besides, even you have to admit he is quite beautiful." Lilith swooned and dabbed a bit more of 'Madam Lulu's Peachy Peach lipgloss' on her lips, it gave them a brilliant spakling effect.

"Still Lilith, he isn't one of us. Slytherins should stay with Slytherins we are a very proud and…"

Lilith interupted her best friend with a squirt of 'Uniquely Unicorn', a scent also by Madam Lule. "There is nothing saying that students from the houses here can't intermingle. The others do it all the time. In fact Maurice Gritt is dating two Ravenclaws," she felt as if that explaination should win the argument.

"Three actually, and one of them isn't even a witch. Maurice is such a sick puppy. Now that's a Slytherin for you, twisted through and through," Cleopatra stated proudly. "But really a Dumb-as-a-door, it's pathetic."

"It's Dumbledore, Alberforth Dumbledore," Lilith corrected, "and I think he's…charming." Lilith grinned, her perfect white teeth seemed to glow in the dark, damp dorm.

"And you're a Marvolo, your bloodline is perfect. You should be dating only the most cunning, loyal, and slickest of wizards. Why not one of the Snape twins? That Zenith Snape seems to fancy you."

"He's a worthless twit and so is his slimey twin. You know they have been here for 6 years and all their spare time is spent of finding that so-called 'Chamber of Secrets', like there is really such a thing," Lilith grunted, brushing cobra hair serum in her ebony curls to make them as slick and shiny as possible.

Cleopatra agreed grudgingly, "Yeah, I guess they can be a bit…odd," she snatched some nailpoilsh from her friend's vanity and slipped it into her robe pocket. "You know yesteday they kept offering me pumpkin juice, I was hoping they'd spiked it with Firewhiskey, but no it was just plain pumpkin juice."

"Why?"

"Apparently they were waiting for me to have to relieve myself. They wanted me to go into the girls bathroom on the second floor. They actually wanted me the check if the Chamber was in there. Idiots!" Cleopatra huffed. "No why in the world would the great Salazar Slytherin put the Chamber of Secrets in a common girls bathroom? Really!" Cleopatra always had a deep affection for the origingal head of house. She even wore an amber talisman with Salazar's image chisled in the middle around her pale neck at all times.

"Well, how do I look?" Lilith Marvolo turned around to pose for her friend.

"Good enough for a Dumb-as-a-door," Cleopatra said matter-of-factly.

"Dumbledore is a very old and respected name in the wizarding community. I understand that their line even goes back to Merlin himself. That would be something. My children would be very powerful indeed.

"Are you planning on marrying this dolt?" Cleopatra sputtered.

"Who knows what can happen," Lilth shugged. "We are both in our 7th year afterall," she cooed.

"Yeah, but if you do, think about who you would be getting as a brother-in-law. My skin just crawls to think of it," Cleopatra sneered.

"I agree Albus is a bit of a goody-goody but he is way too busy with his own heroic Gryffindor piddle-paddle to worry about me and his brother," Lilith explained. "Anyway if Alberforth and I hit it off then he won't need his high and mighty little brother to get him out of his little scrapes anymore. He'll have me," she grinned. "Now, I have to get down to the 'Three Broomsticks' so I can take a portkey to Diagon Alley where he is going to to be meeting me."

"It's your life, I suppose you can make any miserable mistake you want to, but if it were me…"

"It's not you Cleo, so why don't you run along and find Clarrisse Crabbe so you two can torture a few first years," Lilith suggested.

Cleopatra warmed to this suggestion instantly, "yeah, I think that Malfoy boy has been getting some colour bak in his cheeks since the last torture session. I don't think I would want him to get to confident. I have just read about this one spell, Bat Bogeys, that I think will be perfect for him," she tapped her wand lightly in her palm and cackled.

"Good, have fun," Lilith said making her way across the Slytherin common room ignoring the cat calls and wolf whistles from the boys and a boyish looking Maribelle Millistrode. "Oh, stick it up yer arses!" She growled at them all.

"I'd like to stick it up yer…" Clarence Pettigrew started to say before he fell face first to the floor. No one seemed to want to help the little 3rd year up off the mable floor.

"Do me a favor, when he wakes up hit him with the Bat Bogey think," Lilith told her best friend as she placed her wand back in the robe pocket. "I'll see you losers later."

"Um, Lilith?"

"Yeah?" Lilith turned to look at Cleopatra.

"Can this Alberforth person read?" Cleo asked.

"It doesn't matter for what I'm going to be using him for he won't have to read," Liltih gave a sly wink and wiggled her hips in a provacative way.