Notes: Hooray for fast paced, short chaptered stories! I'm trying to stretch this story out, but I want to get to the point and finish this story before I lose interest. Ignore the mistakes and enjoy!
Warning: Cursing and some tragic events
Summary: and so the lion fell in love with the snake
Disclaimer: See chapter one
Reminder: Please review!!!

Can he tell that I can't breathe?
And there he goes, so perfectly
The kind of flawless I wish I could be
-Teardrops on My Guitar, Taylor Swift

I was late for Defense Against the Dark Arts, but I was taking my time. Hagrid had given a late pass. I turned to go down the corridor where my class was when there was a loud bang and a small puff of purple smoke.

When the smoke cleared, I was purple.

"What the hell?" I all but yelled.

I was on the verge of freaking out. How the hell was I purple? This seemed extremely unfair and I was already planning revenge. Then it hit me that I didn't know how to fix this purple fiasco.

Suddenly, the twins from last night's detention were standing in front of me. It startled me. Where had they come from?

"Sorry."

"That wasn't meant for you."

"Aren't you the girl from detention?"

"She's a Slytherin?"

"And we helped her?"

I sighed, frustrated. "Do you see that I'm standing right here?" I snapped. "And what reason have I ever given you not to like me?" I paused. "Besides snapping at you and being overly sarcastic?"

"She speaks the truth."

"And she did get us out of detention."

I rolled my eyes. Talking about the person standing right in front of you must be some kind of freaky twin thing.

"Do you think you can make me not purple anymore? I have to get to class. Umbridge will be pissed if I'm any later."

One pulled out his wand and tapped me on the head with it. The color faded, leaving me with my normal pale coloring.

"Thank you."

The both looked shocked.

"What?" I asked confused more than before. Much more.

"You just said thank you."

I sighed, somewhat angrily, somewhat surprised. "Most Slytherins know how to say thank you, but they just don't. Besides, getting rid of the purple tint was a big deal to me." I shrugged.

"No problem."

I was beginning to feel awkward. "Bye then." I said, moving around them.

"You're late." Umbridge told me. The class looked up at us from their lines. Melinda McCloud gave me a look.

"I know." I handed out my pass. "I have a late pass."

Umbridge snatched the note from me and scrutinized it. Then she crumpled it up and threw it in the trash bin. "Detention. Tonight. Eight."

"For what?" I argued. "I had a pass."

"You made a pass."

"Go ask Hagrid! He'll tell you-"

"Enough!" Umbridge cried shrilly. "Now, Ms. Sparks, take your seat before you receive any more detentions." She turned away and I pursed my lips. I was trying to do some fast math. If I wanted to harm Umbridge, the rest of the students would have to suffer. That would be a lot of spells.

A paper ball hit me on the side of the head and Melinda gave me a sit-down-shut-up-copy-the-board-don't-get-anymore-detention-you're-father-will-kill-you-a-hundred-times-over look. I took my bag off and grabbed some parchment and a quill and started copying from the board. It was like detention, only in the daytime, and more mandatory.

Umbridge was the worst teacher I have ever had. And, goody, I would get to see her tonight as well, for only she knows how long.

Class ended, slower than I would have liked. I caught up to Melinda and her boyfriend, Jason Pike.

"You have to stop talking back in class." Melinda said.

"I know, thanks Melinda. It's not like I can help it, though." I explained for about the eight hundredth time. "It's just a reaction."

"Pretend it's your father and you'll stop." Jason told me. That was true, that would probably help a lot. Maybe I would try that next time.

Snape was not pleased that I had detention that night. Apparently he wanted me to finish his detention. But he wouldn't fight about it with Umbridge. He liked teaching and eating and having a place to live too much. As much as I hated to admit it, Snape wasn't stupid.

Umbridge had two parchments pieces and two quills laid out. She was sitting there, sipping her tea or pumpkin juice or evil woman juice.

"Sit." She said in a polite voice. I dropped my bag and sank into a chair. I was still in uniform, because I couldn't use my excuse on her. If I tried, she would probably have me expelled. I think I could probably fight it, though.

Sitting in the desk next to me was, who would have guessed it, one of the twins that kept popping up everywhere.

"Long time, no see." He said, I guess as a greeting.

"There will be no talking." Umbridge said, standing up. "To make it easier for everyone, I want you both to write I must not disrupt class."

"How many times?" the twin asked.

Umbridge smiled at him and I almost gagged. "Until the message sinks in."

HAHAHA, that joke is still funny! I wanted to shout something at her about getting new material, but I bit my tongue.

"There's no ink."

Umbridge's smile widened. "You won't need any."

I saw the boy give me a confused look, but I didn't look back. I picked up my quill and started writing.

Ohh, look, it's just like Umbridge's class, only at night and less mandatory. And that was sarcasm in case you couldn't tell.

The boy made an almost silent…hissing noise and gave me a bewildered look. I gave him the smallest smile possible and a shrug to match before turning to my paper again. My hand stung as I kept writing lines. The stinging I could deal with. It was the blood I didn't like.

Luckily, Umbridge called it a night before that happened. I put my quill down and flexed all ten fingers. I rubbed the back of my right hand (yeah, I'm left handed, who cares?) as I walked out of the room.

"That could be classified as torture."

I turned around. The twin was rubbing his hand as well. I'm sure everybody who had the displeasure of serving Umbridge detention did the same thing.

"It gets easier the more often you do it."

"Does it now?" The way he said it made me blush. He saw my blush and smirked as he shifted his bag. "How often have you had Umbridge's detention?"

I thought for a moment. "Five or six times. I think. They all run together."

"They?"

I shrugged. "The detentions. I've had a lot of them."

The twin raised and lowered his eyebrows quickly. "Tell me about it." He extended his uninjured hand. "I'm Fred Weasley."

I had to make a quick decision. I shook his hand. "Polly Sparks."

"Sparks?" He asked, letting go of my hand.

I smiled. "It's the best last name ever."

"Which way are you going?"

I pointed straight. "I turn right at the picture of the picnic in the meadow with the blue pony."

He started walking in that direction. I had no choice but to follow.

We walked a few pacing in silence before I broke it by asking, "This is going to drive me insane. What is your twin's name?"

Fred laughed. "George."

"Not like I'll ever pass you in the hallway and know which one is which."

"Not like you'd even say hello is more like it."

I stopped. He turned back to look at me. "What?" He asked

I pursed my lips. "You don't know that. You don't know me. I might have smiled and said hello if I saw you. You aren't inside my head, so you definitely don't know that."

He raised his hands in surrender. "I'm sorry. It was a stereotype. After all, you are a Slytherin."

Not by choice, I thought as we continued walking. "A lot of Slytherins don't know why I was sorted there. I think it was just because my entire family has been in Slytherin for generations."

I blinked. Why did I just tell him that? I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. He didn't look like he cared, or even heard me. I felt a little relieved.

We came to the painting.

"I guess I'll see you?" I said, but it sounded more like a question. "Night Fred."

"Goodnight Polly." And he walked away without looking back.