**Author's Note: YAY!!! Second chapter. I'm working hard at getting more chapters for my stories out. Characterization is hard when you are writing so many. I hope I'm keeping the separated.**
"What was your name again?" She asked, taking her knickers from the out stretched hand.
"Oliver, Miss Mirabella, Oliver Wood." She smiled at the awestruck face while she pulled her knickers on under her uniform.
"Ah, yes, the Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team?" he nodded. "Well, don't get any funny ideas, Ollie. This, what you're feeling, call it a family trait. It'll pass. Be a dear and clear yourself up, yeah? I have someplace I have to be." He stared after her as she opened the closet door and peaked both ways.
"But, Miss Mirabella…"
"Tut, tut. Big boy like you shouldn't let a girl like me break your heart." She ignored the rest of his words and sneaked out into the hall. She didn't have time to deal with a boy who thought a quick shag in the hall closet meant they were going steady. Despite her rush, she couldn't resist the blond head she saw as she turned the corner. "Hello, cousin." She interrupted what she was sure was an interesting conversation.
"What the bloody hell do you want?" She smiled at him.
"You really should be kinder to your kin, Draco, what would your daddy think." She laced he hand around him to keep him from running away.
"You're not MY kin. You've gone completely 'round the bend." He tried to pry her hand off him.
"Oh, Draco, did you ever think that maybe I know more than you do?"
"Not for a moment." He said finally freeing himself from her. He and his friends practically ran down the hall away from her. She laughed as she watched.
The joy in her action was short lived. Soon after they turned into the potions classroom, she started to feel that familiar weakness in her muscles. She stumbled past the dungeon class room and barely made it to the professor's office door before she collapsed against it. She knocked gently with her hand. When he opened, she felt herself begin to fall before his arms shot out to keep her from connecting with the stone floor. He swept her up and carried her to the nearest chair.
"Miss Noir, cutting it rather close this time, are we?" He drawled at her as he went to his potion cupboard,
"Living on the edge, Professor. It gives me a rush. Goes straight to my head." He looked entirely unamused as he handed her one of six daily potions. She plugged her nose and downed it like a shot of fire whisky. "Vile things, aren't they?"
"Just take the potions and get to your classes, you've made me late for potions and I have no time for what you feel is witty banter." She took the next five, one after the other, without pause. "Thank-you. Miss Noir. I feel I have to tell you that, if you are ever late again, you will have to find another professor to provide you with your potions. It is enough of a chore as it is. Is that understood?"
"As well as the last twenty times you've said that to me, Sev." She said as she walked out of her door.
"Twenty points from Slytherin." Came his voice from behind her. She waved without turning and continued on to her transfiguration class, smiling the whole way.