A/N:

Here is Chapter 2. I made this one short on purpose! The next chapter will more than make up for it! I promise! Thank you for the review, LovelyLuna! I hope you all enjoy it!

~Scarlette

Chapter 2: I'll Purchase A Bar

Slytherin Common Room

His pale fingers drummed their tips upon the arm of the deep green sofa. He was slouched in his seat, legs spread out before him, relishing in the usual spoils of his victories. He closed those cold gray eyes, and like a cat, he leaned into Pansy Parkinson's constant caress along his scalp. Upon opening his eyes, several faces had gathered around him, each listening intently to the story Draco Malfoy had begun.

"It isn't hard. All you have to do, see, is be sweet on those blood traitors and they'll be eating right out of the palm of your hand," he boasted, smirking at the laughter that resounded in the common room.

"Hey, Mate, that's was quite a laugh, it was!"

"Did you see her face, mate?" Zabini laughed. Pansy's shrill laughter filled the air; Crabbe and Goyle laughed accordingly, their sheer lack of inner depth much more pronounced.

"Draco, sweetheart, how did you do it," Pansy asked.

"I got the Weasley prat to believe I was going to look it over and tell her what was wrong. It was easy pickings from there."

"You know, you're a real dick," A voice said. The owner had obviously been sitting in a corner of the common room. His black hair was pulled back into a ponytail, his jaw was clenched tightly, and the coldness in his cobalt blue eyes was enough to rival Malfoy's.

"Is that right, Britches?" Malfoy mused, his eyes narrowing as he stared at the American transfer.

"Yeah, that's right… and you're gonna get what the fuck you've got coming to you, asshole! That was so damn unnecessary—"

"Defending the blood traitor, are you?" Malfoy's face became a sneer as he pushed himself from his seat. All eyes were on Jean Jordache, the young wizard's target. "I tell you… they let anyone into Slytherin these days…"

"Malfoy, MY blood is cleaner than yours! At least my family didn't have to fuck each other just to keep it 'pure', damn!" Jean yelled, the malice in his voice. "Now, I'm not innocent, and I'm not defending Weasel, but you took it too far! I want you to know that that shit was unacceptable! Karma is a bitch!"

"You've got some nerve, pratting about here like you own the place! My father could lay down enough galleons to have you expelled. And anyway, weren't you just bitching about not wanting to be here? Talk to your invisible Magic Headmaster, and go back to America to warm someone's arse, britches!"

"Fuck you—" Jean started, but an invisible force knocked him against the wall in front of which he stood. "The Magi," He coughed, "He's real! And you'll regret ever talking shit about him! He's here!" Travis Magi, a broad shouldered sixth year transfer, put his wand back into his robes and helped his best friend from the floor. He was quick to calm Jean down from flying into a fit of hysterics over his father. Malfoy and his entourage threw back their heads in laughter.

"Don't worry about it," Travis warned, looking over his shoulder at Draco, "his girlfriend is waiting for him in your dorm." Everyone in the common room was silenced, and exchanged looks of wonder and confusion. Jean held Travis's gaze and frowned in bewilderment.

"Girlfriend—not Regina, I didn't even see her come in."

"Nope, not her," Travis said, dusting his buddy off.

"I know it ain't Hina. You'd bludgeon that shithead to death if he touched your sister," Jean sighed.

"Nope. She followed me in here a few minutes ago. She's a cutie. I guess she met him in Hogsmeade, or he might've met her when the other schools participated in the Tri-Wizard Tournament. We were here for that," Travis shrugged.

"Probably another girl my father sent," Draco huffed, sneering at Jean as he brushed past and rushed up to their dorm.

"But, Travis! How the hell would she get into the school with security like this?"

Travis just shrugged, "Potter does it. How else did he get to Hogsmeade when he wasn't allowed? Probably underground passages and whatnot. Although…"

"Your father would've put a stop to that and hexed us to hell in a fuckin' handbasket, if he'd discovered we defiled his school to break rules." Jean shuddered at the mere thought.

"Yeah, well… we're not home." Travis put a hand on his best friend's shoulder, "so we have to play by their rules while we're still here."

Scarlette

She reclined on the four-poster bed, resting her head on the thick white pillows. The deep green curtains obscured her sight, but her hearing would do just fine. She'd heard the conversation downstairs in the common room. The witch's lush lips curled upward in a smile as she shifted to her hands and knees. Scarlette pushed the deep red cloak's hood back, letting those dense ringlets of auburn spill free. She felt a tremble of excitement pass through her form, and she looked up just as the voices of Draco Malfoy, Vincent Crabbe, and Gregory Goyle grew closer. The curtains swung open, and the light shone down on Scarlette's golden brown skin, illuminating those sea green eyes. Draco's face softened at the sight of her, yet his expression was none short of utter confusion at which the witch's smile grew.

He wasn't sure whether to be excited because of how inviting she looked, or to be frightened beyond his wits. To the fifth year Slytherin, those sea green eyes stared at him, leaving him with the feeling of being a stag about to become the bounty of a hungry mountain lion. "Who the bloody hell are you..?" Malfoy breathed out.

Scarlette leaned forward, brushing her lips against his cheek as her whispers danced in his ear, "Karma."

Snape

Snape's steps were hurried. He'd looked down the hall to see a Slytherin escorting a young lady with thick auburn curls spilling down her back. He'd tried to get a good look at her face, but that hair of hers was like a bush that obstructed someone's view of oncoming people around the corner. He'd followed Travis a fair distance, having already revived Mrs. Norris, but stopped upon seeing Filch, lying stunned in the most brutal fashion he'd ever seen. He knelt down long enough to see that Filch had a pulse, which had inevitably taken up precious time. The portraits had already begun to whisper, and soon, word was traveling throughout the school to awaken Albus Dumbledore. Bursting into the Slytherin chambers, he addressed the first individual he saw, whose shocked expression let Snape know he'd caught them in the midst of some iniquitous act.

"Which one of you invited a student not of this house?" he demanded.

Pansy scowled as she turned to face Travis and Jean, "Those two idiots. It's Draco's so-called girlfriend."

"Draco Malfoy… is not involved… with anyone," Snape frowned, talking more to himself than to the students. A blood curdling scream and two very unusual shrieks came downstairs. The sound of something heavy hitting the wall caused Snape to draw his wand and rush up the stairs to the fifth years' boys' dormitory. The students crowded the steps behind their Head of House, and Snape's heart nearly skipped a beat at the sight before him: Draco lie in a crumpled heap on the floor. The wall behind him had caved in slightly, acting as the cradle that would crush half of his body upon impact. Crabbe and Goyle were stunned, lying motionless on the floor.

Scarlette

The assailant had pulled her hood over her head, shrouding her face in darkness yet again.

"Expelliarmus!" the professor shouted; a red beam shot forth from the tip of his wand, hitting her cloaked figure. She flew backward, landing on a bed, and rolled to the floor. The potions teacher searched the floor for a wand but found none.

"Expelliarmus!" Scarlette hissed, a red beam shooting out from beneath the bed. Snape's wand flew across the room. "Accio wand…" Her voice sounded ominous, and the wand flew to the hand of the witch as she rose from the floor slowly. She aimed the captive wand at a battered Draco, putting her own back into the confines of her cloak. Snape's blood ran cold; the air was cool, and it seemed more alive than he'd ever known it to feel. The room seemed to breathe, and he could feel the hairs on the back of his neck begin to rise just as the witch's hands left her side.

Leaning her head back and embracing the world around her, unseen forces lifted Draco from the floor and slammed him into the wall once more. Cradled in the crevice, Scarlette held Snape's wand tightly, and wordlessly fired the last attack he'd used. Malfoy's eyes were wide, and he felt his life beginning to slip away as the unspeakable pain wracked his body. He was dying, and soon, he'd stopped breathing altogether. The witch suddenly flew backward; the carpet on which she stood had whipped itself from beneath her, and that same unseen force knocked her into a wall.

"She's a Caster!" Looking up, Scarlette could see Jean Jordache as he conjured a ball of water. In seconds, she found herself choking as the water enveloped her head and began to rush into her nose and mouth. Angrily, she threw Snape's wand his way, adding the needed gusto of her own will behind it. It was like a knife, shooting just past Jean's face, distracting him and causing the water sphere he'd cast around her head to shatter and soak her form. Piercing sea green eyes beheld Severus Snape as his own energy shoved Jean Jordache out of the dormitory, leaving just those two standing.

"Who are you?" Snape asked, his expression darkening as he held up a hand. Scarlette cried out as a surge of electricity passed through her form. "What business do you have… here..?" He reached his hand back just as his wand dislodged itself from the wall and returned to its owner. Aiming his wand at the hood on her head, a gust of wind blew it back, and it was all Snape could do not to panic where he stood. A moment of silence passed between intruder and defender; Scarlette knew this man, and this man knew Scarlette.

The witch fell to her knees, and the room shook violently as the floor gave way beneath her. Scarlette was enveloped by the seemingly endless folds of her burgundy cloak, and darkness itself. She would land gracefully, looking up to see Severus Snape sneering down at her.

"Severus!" she heard a grand voice call; once the professor turned his head, the witch turned tail and ran. She was sure Draco Malfoy wouldn't survive the hour, let alone the night. Harry Potter had to be taken as quietly as possible. As soon as this is over, she thought, I am going to enjoy the biggest chocolate sundae in the world.

-On to Chapter 3: Two for the price of One!

A/N: So there you have it! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. If you feel so inclined (please do, loves), leave me a review! Next Chapter will be posted soon!