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Chapter Three

"Abstinence!" I yell at the fat lady.

"No need to be angry," she says swinging open the door as I burst into the common room.

Apparently, I had yelled the password loud enough for the people in the common room to hear, including the gawking Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny.

"Didn't know you were into that sort of thing," Ron teases as I limp over to them.

"Oh ha, ha. Very funny," I say sarcastically.

"Getting on past the 'declaration' of abstinence," Harry laughs a little and then continues, "What happened to your foot? And, why were you with Malfoy?"

I sit down in between Hermione and Ginny on the couch, "We were snogging and I fell," I say tauntingly.

Both Harry and Ron look shocked, but Ginny and Hermione have caught on, "Oh! I just knew you two would be together eventually!" Ginny giggles.

"Yeah, it was only a matter of time!" Hermione chimes in.

"Girls, girls," I say humorously, "Let's hear what the boys have to say." I turn to them, their mouths both hanging open.

Harry regains his composure first, but Ron remains appalled looking.

"Well, this is unexpected," he says cautiously.

"Really? You're not angry?" I say leaning back, trying to look tired and bored.

"Yes, I guess I am."

"Well, that sucks."

"Sure does."

"Good thing I'm not actually walking out with him," I say simply.

I can see Ron visibly sighing in relief.

"You looked completely aghast, Ron," Hermione observes.

"Of course I did," he says- as if it's to be expected, "So what actually happened?"

I stay silent for a minute, but then give in and tell them what had happened before class.

"Ha! You punched him!" Ron says excitedly, "Was it anything like Hermione's in third year?"

"Dunno," I shrug, "I wasn't on the receiving end of either of them. But, I do need to go back for the stash I left up there- and he can't see me, otherwise I'll have to walk around with him all day!" I say, disgusted by the idea.

"Okay, we can help you get there," Hermione and Ginny volunteer.

"Sure. Let's go." I stand up and turn towards the portrait hole.

"Wait!" Harry practically yells.

I turn back towards him, "What?"

"Why don't you just use my cloak?" he asks, winking.

"That's a good idea, I'll go get it!" I turn and run up the stairs toward their room.

I gasp when I see the state of their room: I stand looking at a room more pristine than that of Hermione's. I don't know what I was expecting their room to look like, but considering that it is the first day of term, I suppose I should have guessed it wouldn't be too much of a mess... Oh well. I close my mouth and head over to Harry's bed, stopping at his trunk. Opening the lid, I toss through it a little until I find the cloak at the bottom. Quickly taking it out, I slip it over myself and head back down to the common room. Giving a thumbs up to Harry, who seems to be the only one noticing that there it a 'thumbs up' floating through the room, I walk over to the portrait hole and wait for him to come over and open it. He does.

"Thanks Harry," I say as we climb through.

"No problem Andi, see you later," he says with a quick wave then heads off down the stairs towards the library, I head in the other direction towards the stairs up to the seventh floor. When I reach the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy I start walking in front of it, saying "The room of hidden things" three times as well. The door appears and I quickly slip inside, making my way over to my stash- not noticing that I was actually being quite loud, but who cares? I'm alone, right?

The answer to that would be: no, I am not alone. Shit...

I take off the cloak for a better walking experience, still believing that there is no one around me. Boy, was I wrong to do that.

"I thought I could find you in here," I hear a snobbish voice behind me.

"Fuck," I cuss to myself, apparently not quiet enough.

"I have to agree, you are fucked. Did you really think I would give up that easy?"

I stand up, turn to face him, and walk over to him, stopping inches from him, "Why in hell do you care where I go?"

"I told you before, prat, I am not getting another damned detention. We already have the one from Snape."

"I enjoy my detentions with him!" I yell at him sarcastically, but somewhat truthfully- I mean, it is time for us to hang out and all.

"Hah! As if that's even possible!"

"You've never gotten one from him before," I smirk.

A look of surprise quickly passes over his face but, he immediately returns his expression to its normal somewhat impassive, sour, cold grey eyed look.

As I notice the change I just can't help myself, "Your eyes change colors. Did you know that?"

He looks surprised again, but this time he doesn't try to hide it.

"Never thought about my eyes that much," he takes his turn to smirk.

"Prick. Eyes are the windows to the soul."

"Where did you hear such a stupid thing?" He laughs. I take a step back from him.

"My dad told that to my mum when I was little, I wasn't supposed to hear."

"You have a dumbass for a father. Mine would never say something like that."

"That's because your father is a tyke! Just like you!"

"Are you sure yours isn't a faggot?" He yells at me.

"NO! Do you want another broken nose?" I step towards him and raise my fist threateningly.

"Of course not," he takes a step away from me.

"My father is never like that, that's why I wasn't supposed to see!"

"How did we get to this topic?" He asks, laughing.

"You! You fricking arsehole!"

"Oh really, me?" He takes a step back towards me.

"Yes," I say, staying completely still- holding my position, as it were.

"No, sorry sweetie, I think that was you," he says pointedly, taking another step towards me, closing the gap between us substantially, since we are now standing inches apart.

"No. It was you," I spit back, holding my ground, though starting to feel a little uncomfortable.

He looks into my eyes- I can see my green ones reflecting in his blue ones- which are strangely captivating.

"It was you," he practically whispers. I nod absently.

He breaks our gaze and straightens up, "Good. Now that we've dealt with that, what are you here for?"

"You grotty ferret."

"I had a shower this morning," he says in a ridiculous voice, well, I suppose it was his 'sexy' one. Whatever.

"Ew. I don't need to know, Malfoy," I think I spat on him when I said his name.

I'm proven right when he uses his sleeve to wipe away the spittle. I laugh.

"Serves you right," I get out between bouts of laughing.

"Come on, munter, let's find your crap and go."

I stop laughing, "Oh really? Munter, 'ey?"

I walk around him then turn to face him. I run my fingers gently down his torso and take a step towards him, lightly flicking my hair as I do so.

And, just with that, his mouth parts a little and his pupils dilate. I look straight up into his eyes, now once again a beautiful- not that I'd admit it- blue-grey.

"You really think that?" I ask in a sultry voice.

He looks a little dazed and takes a small step back, "I was kidding, scrubber. Prefer that?" he asks regaining his grey-eyed composure.

"Eh, whatever," I bend down and pick up Harry's cloak, making sure it isn't turning anything invisible, and head over to my stockpile for a decoy detonator.

"Let's go, ferret," I say and head back the way I came in.

"Irbane. Glad you finally made it," Snape says dismissively when he hears me enter. Normally, I would have arrived later than 8:25, since detention started at eight, but I was feeling good.

"Hey Snape. Where's fer-" he looks at me sternly, "I mean, Malfoy," I finish, shrugging.

"He's taking inventory right now, you will go join him."

"Seriously? Do I have to?"

He looks up at me again and gives me a small, almost nonexistent, smile, "Yes."

I place my bags on the table nearest the door and carefully hide my wand in the leg of my jeans while he isn't looking.

"Ahem," he coughs and holds out his hand, "Wand, Andi."

"Well, it was a good try, I mean at least I didn't put it under my shirt, like last year," I smile at the memory, however weird it was, and pull my wand out of my pocket.

He stands and takes it, "Now that both of you are here, I am leaving, I will be back in and hour to check on your progress, don't mess around with anything this time. Last time I had to restock almost half of my shelves." He turns and walks out the door. I walk into the storage room.

"Irbane, nice of you to be here on time," he says curtly.

"You know what just occurred to me," I ask, and not waiting for an answer, "You are a perfect, a perfect has detention! And, not just any perfect- you!" I end gleefully.

"Don't push it, I still reserve the new right to give you detention."

"Yeah but then you'd be in a room with sweet little me for two hours, how much fun we could have," I say serenely, shrugging off my jacket to uncover my tight, blue, v-neck, t-shirt. I place my jacket on a stool and turn back to him, only to find him staring.

"Like what you see, Malfoy?"

"No, munter."

"Oh, Malfoy, I would've thought you had learned last time not to call me that. Unless you want it, of course."

His eyes widen and his pupils dilate for the second time today, "Munter," he says only kind of sarcastically.

"Eh, I don't feel like it." I turn away from him, towards the shelf containing jars of various ingredients. Bending down, I pick up a jar labeled "Frog Eyes" and stood up.

Turning towards Malfoy, "Where are we supposed to put.. the..." I stop when I see him staring.

"Yes?" I ask annoyed by the constant staring- which, quite frankly, I am not used to.

"Nothing," he says, shaking his head as if to clear it.

"Whatever. Like I was asking, where do I put the frog eyes?"

"Over there," he points to a shelf on the other side of the room. I walk over and put it down where he indicated.

The same basic thing continued for another hour before Malfoy stopped and asked, "You've had detention with Snape before, you should know how to do this, right?"

"Eh, I don't usually do anything when I have detention in here. Just sit around and do random stuff."

"Hah, as if he'd let you get away with that," he laughs, but stops when we hear a loud cough in the doorway.

"Irbane. Come here." Snape twists his fingers in a motion for me to go with him.

I drop everything, literally, and walk after him, leaving a scowling Malfoy to clean up the jar of butterscotch I had just dropped.

Once we are standing outside of the storage room he turns to me, "You really shouldn't be talking to him about your other detentions," he says quietly.

"Why? Because it's the only time you treat me like a daughter? Because I do actually help you do the work?"

"Because he'll want preferential treatment," he says simply.

"And, you really think he cares if I- the person that has the most amount of detentions other than the Weasley twins- get preferential treatment from one teacher."

"Yes. He's Draco Malfoy. He has had preferential treatment his whole life."

"I am well aware who he is. Who am I?"

"You know who are."

"Yeah, but you always seem to forget. Even during the summer. We didn't see you a single damned time. So you should just go and do your work and let me get back to mine."

"Fine. Get back in there. I'll be back in two hours."

"What? Two hours!"

"Yes, you've earned both of you an extra hour of detention. And, you have to go in there and tell him."

"I can't believe you!" I yell at him before turning around and stalking back into the storage room.

"What was that about?" Malfoy asks innocently from right inside the door, I jump a couple inches to the side.

"Obviously, you know exactly what that was about!" I accuse.

He smiles devilishly and nods, "You and your daddy are having problems," he says sarcastically- though I fail to hear the sarcasm. My jaw drops and my eyes widen.

"Calm down, I was kidding."

I continue to stare at him, again, unaware that he had said anything.

Realization semi-dawns on his face, "Are you related to him?"

I suddenly regain my composure, "No! Of course not!"

"Okay, whatever," he dismisses in a voice that sounds like he was nowhere near finished, "Let's get back to work." He motions to the rest of the stock.

"We both have an extra hour of detention," I decide to bring up.

He turns to me, fuming, "What? How did you get us both an hour?"

"None of your business," I shrug, "I guess you weren't listening that closely after all."

We get back to work, with relatively little fighting- Malfoy is actually very quiet, and two hours later, Snape comes in to dismiss us.

"Malfoy you can go. Irbane, I need to talk to you."

Malfoy heads out the door and I walk over to Snape.

"What now?"

"I don't care what type of extra relationship we have, you will not speak to your professor like that. Any of them. Do you talk to your mother like that?"

"No," I answer defiantly.

"Then what makes it okay to treat me like that?"

"Because, to me, you're not quite a father, but you're not quite a teacher, either," I shrug, changing the subject I nod towards the door Malfoy has just walked out of, "We may have a problem."

"And that would be?" he asks in his usual drawl.

"He may have figured the extra relationship part out..."

He gives me a stone cold, hard glare, "And, how would that have happened?"

"He heard some of our earlier conversation. And, well... Yeah," my mind quickly wanders over to the door in the hopes of finding its secrets, to no avail. Apparently, when I want to know if someone is listening to conversations, it just doesn't happen.

"That doesn't mean anything. You can leave now," he lazily waves his hand toward the doorway. I shake my head, pick up my bag and wand, and head over to the door.

As I walk through the door, I hear shallow breathing coming from a corner in the darkness of the hallway, "Really, ferret, I wouldn't peg you as one to listen to conversations between student and teacher."

There's a pause before I hear his voice coming from the corner next to the door, "Or father and daughter."

"Nosey parker, eh?"

"But no denial, huh?"

"What's to deny? You were listening to a private conversation and heard some things you weren't supposed to." I shrug, though in the darkness, I'm sure he couldn't see it.

He walks out of his corner and over to me, "You're not going to ask me not to tell a soul, or something?"

"Why bother?"

"Why not bother?"

"Why do you care who my family members are?"

"Do your friends know?" he asks skeptically.

I stop walking, "Fine. Just don't tell anyone, okay?" I say after a minute's hesitation.

"What's the magic phrase?"

"As if I'm going to go fishing for that."

"Draco is totally hot."

"Malfoy is totally not."

"You have to say it, or I'll tell everyone, starting with Potter."

"You wouldn't!" I say dramatically.

"Oh come on, it won't kill you to say a few harmless words."

"Nothing about any of those words is harmless when they are put in a sentence together."

"Say it."

"Choose something else."

"Say it now or later in front of everyone. Take your pick."

"Draco is totally hot," I murmur.

"What was that?" he asks putting his hand to his ear for emphasis.

"Draco is totally hot," I say so he can hear me, though I know he knew what I said the first time.

"Good, I won't tell a soul."

"Glad to know I can count on you," I shoot back sarcastically, "At least now the day is finally over."

"Why's that so good?"

"I don't have to be spied on anymore," I smile.

"Either way, my stop is close." He stops by a seemingly innocent stone wall and waits for me to keep walking, but I don't.

"It's only fair I know one of your secrets," I shrug.

"Well, this isn't the one."

I roll my eyes and, I know I'm giving up easily, walk away from him, down the corridor towards the stairs.

When I get to the common room entrance The Fat Lady is fast asleep in her frame.

I stomp my foot, nothing happens.

I cough loudly, again, nothing happens.

"Hey Lady! Wake up! Are you dead or something!" I decide to yell at her.

She startles awake, and looks at me grumpily, "No need to yell, young lady."

"Well, I want to get in."

"What's the password?"

"Abstinence."

She nods her head and swings open, revealing the hole into the common room.

"Finally," I say exasperatedly as I climb through the portrait hole.

Once inside I notice that no one is in the common room at this time, so I decide to sit on the couch and enjoy the solitude. Coal also decides that at this time it is his duty to come lay on my stomach. We just lay there until my eyes can't stay open anymore and I fall asleep.