Hey again. I wanted to wait till my birthday to update again but I'm too impatient:) This morning i found out about my FIRST EVER FOLLOWER and I'm ridiculously happy, alliecat1998 you've made my day:D so yes this is chapter two...on with the story!

Chapter 2

The Slug Club

Katie's POV

I shot Sara and Severus a sideways glance, from my perch on the black leather sofa. They were settled together on the other side of the coffee table in Slytherin Common Room hunched over charms homework. Sometimes I wonder if those two…? But no, Severus is still completely enthralled with that selfish bitch Lily Evans and I'm pretty sure Sara doesn't particularly like anyone, never mind Severus. We all chatted aimlessly about nothing in particular for a while until finally Sev brought up the Gryffindor's (or rather a certain redhead we all know he's fixated with).

"Did you hear Lily got asked to join the Slug Club?" Sara paused quill half way to the paper, shoulders stiff. I sighed heavily, looking up from my nails.

"Severus, don't even stoop so low as to think about her, she's made her opinion on you clear enough." Sara still wasn't writing. "In any case I did actually, she may be muggleborn but he's always worshiped the ground she walk on. He's retiring as head of Slytherin, did you know? Apparently after Christmas there's going to be a new DADA teacher, taking over the post." Sara finally relaxed now talk had moved of her ex-best friend.

"Seriously?" She asked, "How do you know? Wasn't it being kept from students, I thought he was considering keeping the post until next year?"

"Well, we all know why he's retiring, it's the pressure; half the parents in our house are Death Eaters, I heard Avery's father already approached him." I smirked proudly, "Besides, my cousins, the Lestrange boys? They told me the new guy was in there year, he's keen to take over the position." Sev looked incredulous,

"That would make him twenty-four tops!"

"And quite the looker there hag of a mother informed me," I snickered. "Nearly believed her until she went on to explain he's from one of the richest pureblood families in Europe." Sara shot me a pitying look but a quick warning glance reminded her to keep her mouth shut about my present sitution in front of Severus.

"So, err, what dress are you wearing to slugs?" Sev groaned at the topic and hastily stood up.

"Goodnight girls, I am suddenly overcome with fatigue."

"Your just jealous you don't have the legs to pull of a cocktail dress!" We cackle across the room after him, he slammed his hands over his ears chuckling good-naturedly.

Lily's POV

I walked into Slughorn's office, looking round nervously. Most people were sat round the table already and looked up when I walked in. I immediately felt self-conscious, uncomfortably aware that my green, knee length, high-waisted dress was rather less formal than everyone else's. Why had I worn the polka dot hairband? I groaned internally as some Slytherin girl eyed my hair skeptically.

"Ah! Lily Evans I see!" Professor Slughorn introduced me "Lily will be joining the Slug club from now on, she a rather astonishing potions maker." As he stared a longwinded story about my first ever brewing in his classroom, I sat down and had made a big dent in my first course, ignoring the delighted glances Potter was shooting me across the table 'inconspicuously', by the time he started introductions.

"This is Malcolm Nott," He pointed to a mean-looking Slytherin "His farther was a very good friend of mine. Lector Scott Captain of the Hufflepuff team," I noticed he was the only Hufflepuff in the room; he nodded politely in my direction. "That's Katie Johnson, her parents are the owners of Spotless a multi-million award winning magical skincare company." The beautiful slightly exotic-looking Slytherin who'd eyed my hairband narrowed her eyes at me in what even my mother could not pretend was a friendly gesture. "Sara Lay, also very proficient at potion making, her fathers a judge in the department of magical law enforcement." I froze, staring at the skinny girl with dark brown coppery hair whose eyes were fixed on her salad. Sara Lay and Severus Snape had once been my best friends at Hogwarts, up until that awful day in third year when Sev had called me that word. Sara and I had a massive argument when she tried to convince me to forgive Severus and we'd avoided each other awkwardly ever since. Slughorn was still talking, but I couldn't concentrate enough to pay attention. It was only when blooming Potters name came up I finally stopped my trip down memory lane. "…And, of course, James Potter, your rather infamous rival I believe?" I glanced up and found myself looking the boy directly in the eye. His mouth twitched at my reaction and I forced my face into an indifferent mask.

"I suppose you might say that." I said coolly. Black chortled quietly from his seat next to Potter.

"His father is head of the Auror office at the ministry. So, that's everyone I believe. Now, forgive me for being inquisitive," He waved his hand and the plates were suddenly piled with chicken drumsticks and roast potato's "But would you care to explain why you dislike my good friend Potter here so adamantly? He seems in fact to be rather charming, if an inefficient potions brewer" He smiled and leant forward in his chair seemingly unaware even as I choked on my chicken. Seriously? Seriously? My face burnt red under people's expectant gazes. Potter had even gotten to Slughorn? I cleared my throat, gathering my wits under Potters scrutiny. I looked up at him coldly; he shot me a nervous smile, which threw me momentarily. No, it was James Potter, I should not feel at all sorry for that horrible boy.

"James Potter is one of the most awful individuals I've ever had the displeasure of knowing; he's the most arrogant, selfish, bullying, uncaring person I've ever met who doesn't give a flying toss about anyone less fortunate than himself. I hate him more than any one else in the world and nothing he can do will ever change my opinion of him." Silence rang around the table. Potter gaped at me in momentary shock and even I couldn't pretend there wasn't serious hurt in his eyes. Everyone was watching me as my hands began to sweat and my fork felt slippery in my grip.

"Quiddich is looking up for Hufflepuff this year, wouldn't you agree?" Lector Scott commented in a pitiful attempt to change the subject. I looked at him in disbelief, as the only Hufflepuff in the room he'd practically thrown himself to the lions. Black and Nott both started to disagree in raised voices and I shot Lector a thankful glance. He grinned at me and I noticed he had a very attractive smile, all straight teeth and dimples; he raised his shoulder a fraction and mouthed 'no worries' before rejoining the debate. I realized with surprise Potter had remained silent through the whole exchange and turned to see he was glaring at Lector with such hatred he looked like he might throttle him. Oh dear. He returned his resentful glower to his potatoes, which he stabbed savagely with his fork.