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It was the morning of the Hogsmade weekend. Sasha woke up to the sight of Jane's bed, looking like it had been hit by an explosion, of clothes and shoes. She blinked and rubbed her eyes a few times, then turned to the mirror, where Jane stood changing her hair style with her wand. Sasha, slowly stood up and walked over to the mirror, as Jane's brown hair went, from straight, to curly, back to straight and the cycle repeated itself until, Jane noticed Sasha stood behind her, her arms folded.
"What in the name of Merlin's robes are you doing?" she asked.
"What?" asked Jane.
Sasha's eyes widened and she pointed at the bed.
"The bed is a shit tip! You're stood here, still in your dressing-gown, doing the same thing to your hair, over and over again. Tell me this isn't for Marcus' benefit?" asked Sasha.
"Well..." began Jane.
"Jane!" Exclaimed Sasha.
"I'm looking for something that says, I'm not interested, but want to make him think he's got a chance. If you know what I mean?" asked Jane.
Sasha shook her head at her. Jane frowned and looked back at all of the things she had rejected, as a possible outfit. She sighed and sat on Sasha's bed, and looked in distaste at her own bed.
"What a mess? I don't know what I'm doing. He'll just have to take me as I am, if he misreads it, that's his problem and not mine," she said.
"Oh hello Jane! So nice of you to join me, you know some nutter has just been impersonating you," said Sasha, sarcastically.
Jane smiled and finally managed to get ready, into mostly dark, weekend clothing. She then managed breakfast with the rest of her house and acted normally. Draco smirked at her, Jane's face fell. She hadn't told Lucius. A lump developed in her throat and she couldn't eat anymore.
"What are your smirking at?" she asked.
"Planning on meeting anyone Jane?" he asked.
"No not really," she replied.
Draco shrugged then passed her a badge. Jane looked at it, she recognized it well. It changed from "Potter stinks" to "Support Cedric Diggory, the real Hogwarts Champion!" She looked back at him.
"Lesser of two evils. Both seekers on other teams, but Diggory is actually of age and did it all legally. Plus his head is nowhere near as large," she added.
"I thought you'd think that. Well hand it over," said Draco.
"Hand what over?" asked Jane.
"The ten sickles. It costs money you know," replied Draco.
Jane looked annoyed as she rummaged in her pocket for some change. She handed the money to him, sickle by sickle.
"You're a money grabbing, little, bugger," she said, coldly.
By his expression, Jane knew Draco couldn't care less. None the less, she pinned the badge on her front and wore it with pride, especially as she passed the man himself, Harry Potter, who glared at her. Jane smirked at him and then pretended to be concerned.
"What is it Potter? Can't handle it? Should have thought about that, before you illegally entered, something that you won't last five minutes through," she said.
"Oh be quiet!" snapped Hermione Granger.
"Or what Granger?" asked Sasha, stepping up.
"Don't waste your time or energy, not on people like her. I'd wish you luck Potter, but I'm actually looking forward, to the idea of not seeing your ugly, little face on the quiddich pitch," added Jane.
"People like me? What's that supposed to mean?" asked Hermione.
Harry and Ron looked defensive. Jane and Sasha smirked at them, both looking very evil and calculated.
"I heard you were intelligent Granger, but if you can't see a direct, obvious, insult when it is put before you...then there's no hope," replied Jane.
"Say it!" snarled Ron.
Sasha rolled her eyes.
"I'm thinking of a word, it begins with the letter 'M' and ends in the letter 'D'...a way of describing, people who don't really belong here," she added.
Hermione ran back into the castle, her two friends ran after her, and shot dark looks back, at the insulting Slytherins.
The Slytherin girls, then carried on their way to Hogsmade village. Jane knew there was plenty of time, for a bit of shopping, before she had to meet Marcus Flint, but it didn't stop her checking her watch every five minutes, and asking Sasha the same question.
"Can we go to the pub now?"
"Which one? The Hogs-Head?" asked Sasha, after the fifth time.
"No! The..." began Jane.
"I know which one you meant!
You've not shut up about it all day! I'm still struggling to find out
whether its because you want it over or you can't wait," added
Sasha.
"You've known me for six years. You should know me by
now," said Jane.
"Actually I daren't pay attention half the time, you confused me too much as a first year. I soon got the idea. You talk in snippets these days," said Sasha.
Jane rolled her eyes and managed to steer her friend in the direction of The Three Broomsticks. By the time they got there, Jane realized that she was just in time, upon entering the pub, she found that Marcus was already there. Jane smiled warmly and Sasha rolled her eyes.
"I'll leave you two alone," she muttered.
Jane didn't really hear her. She concentrated on walking to the bar, and stood next to Marcus, who was drinking from a glass bottle. He turned as he felt someone stand next to him. He smiled at her and snapped his fingers for service, causing Madame Rosmerta to glare at him, for rudeness.
"Whatever this talented quiddich player is having," he said.
Jane muttered her response and then started trying to explain, why she agreed to their meeting.
"Marcus, I am sorry about what happened, but that's the only reason I am here. You're all healed up now, but I promised you a drink as an apology and that's why I'm here," she said.
"And here's me thinking you finally fell for my charms," said Marcus, with a tone of mock hurt.
"Not even if you were on the England team," added Jane.
Marcus laughed.
"I'm one quarter Irish. I could be the next chaser with a world cup title, what if I was on the team, that won the world cup?" he asked.
"You could win ten world cups, Marcus, it would make no difference," replied Jane.
"Oh think of the Order of Merlin's and the money...now do I look attractive to you?" asked Marcus.
"It doesn't matter. If someone doesn't like you, they don't like you. Money or no money," replied Jane.
"This coming from the girl, who lives with Lucius Malfoy and his family. Who are you trying to fool Jane?" asked Marcus.
"I'm fooling no one. I will never forget what Lucius did to you, and I'd rather be with someone I loved, who has little money than someone I don't love, who has a fortune," replied Jane.
Marcus bowed his head.
"Alright, I believe you. But I find it weird that you have that attitude, and live with a man like that. It doesn't add up," he said.
"You forget I've not always lived with him. I was my own person before he came along and found that my parents, wanted me with him, in the event of their death or imprisonment," said Jane.
Jane finished her drink. Marcus looked as though he'd lost the world, as she did so. To his surprise however, Jane had no intention of leaving.
"Didn't touch me...the drink I mean, that wasn't an invitation," she added.
"Wouldn't dream of it, without your permission that is. How about something stronger? Sorry I missed your birthday," he said.
"Alright. It can be your present," said Jane, smiling.
Marcus and Jane spent the whole afternoon together. Sasha, raised an eyebrow, when they left the bar together. She bit her lip and seemed to wonder what to do. She got up and left too, but in the opposite direction of Marcus and Jane, who were walking passed the shops, towards the haunted house. Marcus' hand bumped into Jane's, once, twice, three times, before finally they wrapped their hands around each other's. They reached the site, but Marcus turned Jane towards him, giving them perfect eye contact with each other. Marcus ran a finger down Jane's face and she continued to smile, until his lips met hers and she was enjoying herself, until she heard her name being shouted.
"Jane! Come away from him!"
It was Professor Snape. Marcus felt like a student still and let Jane go, who looked at her teacher in surprise.
"Is there a problem sir?" asked Jane.
"There is as he's not a student. I'm sorry Jane, Flint. You have to return to the castle. I won't punish you, just go to the common room," replied Professor Snape.
Jane and Marcus reluctantly separated. Professor Snape, silently walked Jane back to the castle and to the dungeon, where he made sure that she entered the common room, before he turned back and left. Jane knew that someone must have reported her with Marcus. She started to think about the faces in the pub, the one that stuck out the most was Sasha's, however, part of her was certain that she would never do anything like that to her. That was until she realized why she and Sasha were the only Slytherins, in sixth year, who were female. Suddenly it all began to fit, Sasha must have reported her to her father, not out of malice, but because she was scared that she'd do something stupid.
Jane was sat on her bed, reading her Transfiguration book, when Sasha returned very quietly. She tried to sneak over to her bed without being noticed, only for a voice to come from behind the book.
"You are an idiot. You know that?" asked Jane.
She snapped the book shut, and put it on her bedside table. Sasha straightened herself upwards, looking very guilty and sorry for herself.
"What was I supposed to think? You and him...going walk about! We all know what happened to every other girl, who went walk about with a Slytherin male. All probably went to find a secret place by those mountains for a bit of..." she began.
"Alright! Spare me your imagination of how we lost our room mates! I'm not angry with you," added Jane.
"You're not?" asked Sasha.
"No. Luckily for you, my brain was working over-time as to who, gave me up to your father. Not only did I figure out who, but your reasons for it and it appears I was right, but you were wrong. I wasn't actually planning to have sex with him," replied Jane.
"Well that's a relief," added Sasha.
"But I did kiss him, I mean, we kissed, Marcus and I...just as your father turned up, highly embarrassing, nothing to fall out about though," admitted Jane.
Sasha started to laugh. In spite of herself, looking back, Jane also found the whole situation rather amusing, mainly the memory of being caught kissing by her teacher.
"I don't know why...it's not funny...ok maybe the part where my dad caught you with your tongue down Flint's throat is..." began Sasha.
"Sasha! I didn't do that...might have done if your father hadn't turned up mind you," added Jane.
Arm in arm, Sasha and Jane went for their dinner and remained sat together, at the Slytherin table, much to the surprise of Professor Snape, who had expected Jane, to hate his daughter for reporting her to him. However they continued to laugh and joke together and pass each other food. He couldn't contain himself for long. Professor Snape stood up and walked over to his daughter and her friend.
"Is everything well?" he asked.
"Oh please sir, she'd have to do much worse than see to it, that you catch me kissing my ex captain, to get rid of me...not that I'm proud of it of course, sir, very sorry and ashamed of myself..." began Jane, who couldn't stop laughing towards the end of her sentence.
Sasha joined in and before Professor Snape could do anything, they were both giggling and acting very immaturely for their ages, especially Jane, who not many people had seen laugh, causing them a great deal of attention.
"Get back to your meals!" ordered Professor Snape.
Jane and Sasha took deep breaths, in order to calm down. Eventually everyone stopped staring at them and went back to their own conversations.
"Do you think you'll see him again?" asked Sasha.
"Maybe I don't want to see him again," replied Jane.
"What?" asked Sasha, sounding shocked.
Jane smiled.
"I'm only joking. I'd like to see him again, but that might be a little more, difficult now that you've sounded the alarm to your father," she replied.
"Sorry about that," said Sasha.
"If he does actually feel something for me, he'll find a way that we can be together," said Jane.
"Please don't make me vomit, you're too happy...if I find daisies in your hair, I'm taking to to the hospital wing," said Sasha.
Jane looked over to the Hufflepuff table at Cedric Diggory and looked thoughtful.
"I wonder what those tasks are going to be like?" she asked.
"Who cares as long as Diggory gets first place and Potter dies?" asked Sasha.
"Because I want to know how he's going to die...and what state his body will be in afterwards," replied Jane.
"Now that is the evil, twisted, Jane Gibbs I know and love!" cried Sasha.
