Ahh. You all can kill me now, for not updating. I do, though, have mostly legit reasons for not posting. Some of them are rather personal, others are just rediculous. Anyways, I'd like to ask that if anyone who reads my story is religious, pray for my mom. She's having surgery now, and we're also waiting on test results back to see if she has cancer. It's been a trying time. x:

Depressing things aside, everybody, I do not own Glee or Harry Potter, neither do I own their respective characters, Plot's mine, blahblah. All that good stuff. Also I should warn you that Tom and Puck cuss a lot. And I promise all of the jumping scenes has a purpose.

And I will explain song choices in the A/N at the bottom. ALLRIGHTIE, ONWARDS TO THE TELLING OF THE STORY.

"Name?"

The girl stared up at the Auror, trying not to look scared out of her wits. "O-Olive Hornb-by, Sir."

"Olive Horn-beebee? What kind of name is that?" he asked without looking up from his parchment.

"No...It's um..Hornby, Sir."

Still not having looked up, he said, "Thank you for speaking coherently, kid. Call me Puck."

Olive ruffled, afraid or not, she was not a kid. The boy looked at most two years older than her. And she said as much. "I'm not a kid, Puck. You're barely even a year older than me!" Puck looked up from the parchment then. "You will not talk to an Auror like that, child." She started to open her mouth and Puck cut her off. "And it's none of your damn business how old I am, kid." Puck smiled when the Hornby kid shut her mouth and sat back obediently. "Good. Now...What happened last night, Olive? Anything memorable?"

Olive raised her nose indignantly. "As if you don't know."

Puck raised an eyebrow. Well, if she was going to be bitchy he could too. "No, what I don't know is if you're a bottle blond or not. But, please. Enlighten me. To both." He added. "Daddy payed good money for my hair. And some girl was killed last night." Puck wanted so badly to make a comment on the Daddy thing, but decided not to. "Okay, Olive. Were you friends with the girl?"

The girl raised her nose indignantly, as if the idea offended her. "Myrtle? Merlin no." Pucks eyebrow climbed further up his forehead. "You two didn't get along." he prompted. Puck scribbled something down on his parchment. "Did you two hate each other?"

Olives eyes widened in realization, "I didn't do anything to her!" Puck smiled. "Awfully defensive, Olive."

Olive relaxed into a calmer stance, shrugging. "Of course, because everyone hated the bloody girl! Why am I being singled out?" Puck resisted the urge to hit his head on the table. "Everyone. Really, Olive," he deadpanned. "Nevermind. How about a story? I love stories. Your alibi has been cleared for before dinner...So what happened during and after dinner, Olive?"

Olive glared at him defiantly, "Why?"

"Because," Puck said patiently, his annoyance only seeping into his voice a little bit. "You, my darling girl, are a freaking suspect. Now, spill the story or I'll get an even more unpleasant Auror in here." Olive sat back against the chair, "Well, Auror I tried to talk to Berry-"

"Rachel Berry?" Puck asked. "Yeah," she snorted. "The bitch w—" Olive stopped when Puck slammed his hand on the table. He wasn't going to let this bratty child talk shit about Rachel. Even if she could be a bitch. He noticed Olive looking at him with wide suspicious eyes and realized his mistake. "Bug." He explained with a tight lipped smile. "O-kay...She shoved my offer for friendship in my face because I insulted her precious Myrtle." Knowing Rachel, Puck knew the denying of friendship probably came with a few witty insults. "Mytle -the bitch- left because she was laughing too hard. So Berry made a few more jokes after the mudblood left and I walked away the better person. No harm." Puck flipped to the back of the parchment, writing down Blood Prejudice against Muggleborns (Myrtle). He picked up a different piece of parchment next, studying it. Ah ha, Rachels report of last night.

Merlin, it was long. He skimmed through it, Insulted me, blahblahblah, called Myrtle out on being Muggleborn, blahblahblah, ran from dinner in the same direction Myrtle left. He was about to speak when he noticed the note at the bottom. Note: Insults were only in self defense. However, this does not make them less true. Puck snorted. Only Rachel.

Back to the task at hand, though, Olive walked out the same direction of Myrtle. That was something, at least.

"What did you do after the confrontation with Miss Berry, Olive?"

"I was angry. I left." Olive said with no emotion.

Pucks patience was really wearing thin. He ran a tired hand through his mohawk. "Right, you left. Specifically in the direction the victim."

"I didn't do anything to her."

Puck nearly smiled, there it was. He scribbled something down on the parchment again. "I hadn't asked you if you'd done anything, Olive. But thanks for putting the thought in mind." Olives eyes widened, "I-I didn't—you can't think—!" Puck looked shocked, "No, but that's another thought!" he tried not to smile as he scribbled something down on the parchment yet again.

Tom rubbed at his eyes tiredly, scribbling down whatever Horrace Slughorn had on the chalk board. For once, he was actually attempting to pay attention to Slughorn. He needed a distraction because Berry wasn't here for him to pick on. Probably locked in her dorm crying. The image gave him amusement. Tom threw his quill onto the desk and rested his hand on his arm with a sigh.

Okay. Not completely amusement. There was another emotion he couldn't put his finger on. And he didn't like it at fucking all.

He raised his hand, "Professor? May I be excused?" Slughorn raised a questioning eyebrow at him. "I'm really not feeling well, Sir, another headache..." Tom trailed off, looking at his Professor with such a pained expression that Slughorn had no choice but to agree. "Sure, Tom. If it gets any worse, don't hesitate to come to my classroom for a remedy!" Tom nodded his thanks and collected his things. "Thank you, Professor, I will." Slinging his bag over his shoulder, Tom walked quickly out of the classroom and all but ran down the corridor.

Thinking time. He needed thinking time. But where could he achieve it? The Chamber was automatically ruled out. If the student body wasn't swarming the bathroom, teachers were. If teachers weren't...Aurors probably were. Dorm?...No. He needed a change of scenery. Nobody was aloud out of the castle, so that wasn't an option. Restricted section? Perfect. Tom started heading towards the library, a small smile on his face.

Olive sputtered for a few moments before Puck sighed and stood up. "Listen kid, tell the truth and you won't be in much trouble, I swear."

Olive stared down at the floor silently. Puck studied the blond girl. She wasn't a murderer. Maybe a stuck up bitch, but not a murderer. "Honest." he said. Olive looked up at him. "I didn't want her to die. I didn't...I just..." And then Olive burst into tears. Puck immediately felt uncomfortable. Taking down baddies? No problem. Interrogating killers? No problem. Crying girls? Absolutely terrifying. "Er..."

"I...I just insulted h-her glasses. I d-didn't wa-want anything to h-h-happen to h-her!"

Puck raked a hand down his face. Please dear Merlin, make it stop.

"A-ask Jan or A-Alice or Betty! Th-they were with m-me."

"I will, Olive. You're free to go." Olive stood up to walk out the door and paused in front of Puck. She hesitated a moment before flinging herself on him, sobbing violently. Puck tried peeling her off, but she clung to him. He sighed in defeat, scooting carefully to the door. He opening it and yelled down the hall, "Uh, Sid? Can I have your help removing something?" After a bit of mumbling he heard Sids' answering call of, "I swear to Merlin Puck, I have told you that you should go to a healer for that."

Puck hit his head on the door. "Oh for f—I got that taken care of last month! Just..Just send one of the girls back!" Puck heard a snort then: "Okay. The girls just got done with the crime scene. I'll send one down." Puck patted the crying girl on the head awkwardly, "It's...uh...it's okay..." A few moments later a voice came down the hall, "Puuuck?"

"Yeah, in here, Britt." The slender blond appeared next to him and he nearly cried in relief. "Oh thank Merlin, can you please detach this thing?" Brittany gave him a sharp look, even if her eyes still had dreamy quality to them, they were still angry. "She's not a thing." Puck shrugged. "Whatever, get her off me." Brittany started to lift her wand and Puck held his hand up, "No, Brittany! She's not glued to me. I just need you to comfort her!"

"Ohhh."

"Yeah, Brittany."

"Why didn't you just say so?"

Puck hit his head on the door again. "I don't know Brittany," he gritted out. "but could you hurry? I have to talk to Sid before we take off."

Brittany smiled happily, bending her knees to be the same height as Olive. "Hey, you. Why you crying?" Olives response was muffled by her sobbing and Pucks Auror robes, but that didn't deter Brittany. "Aw, we still have work to do before it's your fault!" Puck wasn't skilled in the art of comforting sobbing women, but he was pretty sure she was doing it wrong. "I'm sure you only meant to hurt her self esteem," Brittany assured. Puck resisted the urge to hit his head on the door again when Olive sobbed harder. How the fuck did Brittany even understand her?

"Now, now. Olive, is it? Give Brittany a hug!" Brittany held her arms open, and the girl flung herself into them. Puck let out a breath of relief, "Thanks Britt." The blond shrugged.

Puck gathered his parchments, leaving the two blonds as quickly as possible. Puck was never going to interrogate chicks again. Ever. Puck rounded the corner, facing not Sid, but a distraught looking Finn Hudson. "Hey, uh. Puck?" Puck raised an eyebrow. "We uh. Have a bit of an issue." he rubbed the back of his neck nervously, and Puck sighed. "I'm not the Head Auror right now, Finn. That'd be Sid."

Finn rubbed his neck again, "Uhh..."

Puck ran a hand through his mohawk. "Who fucked up this time?"

Rachel and Kurt sat at one of the few tables in the restricted section in a companionable silence.

Kurt cleared his throat, trying to break the silence. "So, you and Riddle. You two have a history, after being here only what? A day? Two days?" Rachel glared. "Kurt, come on. No." He raised an eyebrow, and Rachel sighed. "Yeah, okay. He's an ass." Kurt giggled. "Oh?" She slapped his arm, "Ha ha. No, really, he is such a jerk. And at times, I think he's...into...me. But other time's not, because he's just such a...Merlin, I still cannot find a word nasty enough to describe him!"

"Is he hot?"

"Kurt! Not helping."

He shrugged, "What? You don't know if he's gay." Rachel slapped his arm again. "No, we don't! Let's keep it that way."

They fell back into a silence, and Rachel sighed. She'd missed Kurt. She'd have left him in charge if she could have. He just didn't have as much training as Sid did. Though, if she'd have left Kurt in charge he'd probably have changed the entire teams robes again. Not that it was a bad idea. They were pretty ugly. Kurt would have probably died if he'd seen Myrtle's dreary palor and outfits. Rachel vaguely wondered how Kurt and Myrtle would have gotten along.

"I have an idea. A game, really." Rachel started at Kurts voice, "Merlin, way to scare the Head of your department." Kurt chuckled, "Come on Berry, I know you don't scare that easy." Rachel gave a small smile, "Lost in thoughts. Anyways. You mentioned a challenge?"

"Seduce the Slytherin."

Rachel couldn't help it; her mouth dropped open. "Kurt Hummel, that is a horrible game—"

"But a fun one."

"Kurt, you have a boyfriend!" she tried.

"Never said I was going to court the man, Rachel."

"Kurt I'm no—" she groaned.

Kurt interrupted her calmly. "Is Rachel Berry backing down from a challenge?"

Rachel clenched her jaw. "Are you insane?" Kurt smiled, "there's my Rachel." The two fell into easy conversation after that, Rachel telling Kurt about how beautiful Hogwarts was, and actually saying a bit about Myrtle. "Kurt, she just reminded me so much of me, you know? I mean, you know how they were at Beauxbatons. And back home. It's horrible that she had to go through that. She was only fourteen, Kurt." Kurt put an arm around her when she finished. "Hey, you. Don't start, okay? You gave her a friend before she died. You let her know someone cared. I bet that's more than she could have asked for, Rachel."

Rachel leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder. "How do you always know how the right thing to say?" He smiled, "Honorary woman, it's one of the perks." Rachel laughed, "Yeah, I'd imagine." Rachel sighed, and another silence fell between the two. This time, it was a comforting silence. Rachel was glad for it. "I'm going to marry you one day, Kurt. It'll be against your will. And you'll be the perfect housewife." Kurt laughed, "I think Blaine already has dibs on me, Rach."

"Damn," Rachel cursed, bursting into a fit of giggles. "Come on. How long has it been since you've sang?" Rachel shrugged. "Yesterday, actually." Kurt bent down and pulled his wand from his fashionable knee high boots. "Twenty four hours? How do you live?" He put a hand to his forehead dramatically, pretending to faint. Rachel smiled, "I don't know how to go on! Hurry! I need a fix!" Kurt laughed with Rachel, and she smiled even wider. It'd been a really long week and she really had missed the boy. As if sensing her thoughts on him, Kurt turned around and winked. Rachel stuck her tongue out at his back as she watched him transfigure one of the three tables into a piano. He sat down and started playing an all too familiar song. It was one of their favourites.

Rachel hopped up onto the table next to the piano and started singing.

Come on babe,
Why don't we paint the town?
And all that Jazz..

Rachel took off her school robes, leaving her in her white shirt, skirt and Ravenclaw tie.

I'm gonna rouge my knees,
And roll my stockings down,
And all that jazz...

Rachel hopped off the table, returning with the most harmless looking book she could find.

Start the car,
I know a whoopee spot,

Rachel transfigured the book into a top hat, throwing it onto Kurts head from her perch on the table.

Where the gin is cold,
But the piano's hot!

She jumped onto the piano, taking the top hat from Kurt and turning around.

It's just a noisy hall,
Where there's a nightly brawl..
And all,

That,

Rachel pulled her skirt up to her mid-thigh, throwing a wink over her shoulder to Kurt as she rang out:

Jazz

Kurt played the piano, giggling as Rachel was trying to reenact Velma Kellys moves.

So lick your hair,
And wear your buckle shoes,
And all that Jazz!

I hear that Father Dip
Is gonna blow the blues,
And all that Jazz!

Rachel walked across the piano, losening her tie.

Hold on, hon,
We're gonna bunny hug!
I bought some aspirin,
Down at United Drug,

She hopped onto the table, walking across it while taking her tie off.

I case you shake apart,
And want a brand new start!

She hopped to the floor next to Kurt, slipping the tie around his neck

To do that,

She yanked the tie as she fell into his lap, singing the last note in an amazing imitation of Velma:

JAZZ!

The pair dissolved into laughter, "I can't even begin to explain how fun that was." Rachel said. Kurt smiled, "Have I ever done you wrong?" Rachel giggled. "A few times." Kurt scoffed, and Rachel yanked her tie down so she could kiss his cheek. "Ouch! You know, when you yank on that thing, it almost hurts." Rachel sat up from her position in her lap to kiss him on the cheek this time. "Better?"

Somewhere behind them, a throat cleared.

Tom was going to leave. He had planned on it, but really. Rachels dancing had distracted him. She was so...

...No. He wasn't going to think about it. Nope. What he was going to think about was who the hell that bloke getting so friendly with Rachel was! Who did he think he was! He didn't even know Rachel. She didn't need to be in his lap. He cleared his throat.

Rachel and the brown headed boy jumped up, the boy removing Rachels scarf from around his neck before they both turned around. "I'm sor—Riddle?"

Tom notice the tall boy beside Rachel perk up. Rachel elbowed him. "What are you doing here?" she asked icily. Tom ignored her, hiding his rage under a questioning gaze. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?" Rachel opened her mouth but the boy cut her off. "Kurt." he stuck his hand out. Tom stepped forward and gripped the boys hand tighter than he normally would before letting go, taking note of his Slytherin robes.

"And to answer your question, Princess, Slughorn gave me permission."

Rachel shifted slightly, before she could move the boy—Kurt—said, "Rach. I've got this."

Kurt crossed his arms, a glint in his eyes. "Listen. You will not patronize my girl over here. I could easily let her get you. She knows some pretty nasty hexes I taught her." Tom eyed him, not liking being threatened. "Right, such as?"

"Well, have you ever had your privates explode?" Rachel asked from beside the boy. "He taught me that one about a month before I came here. Still pretty fresh in my mind."

To his credit, Tom didn't recoil visibly. Inside though, he cringed. He decided to change the subject. "You know, that's the exact thing she said to me."

Kurt glanced at Rachel before answering."She doesn't like being patronized. Especially by little boys w—Ow!" Tom looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "...bit my tongue." Kurt offered, glaring at Rachel. Tom heard something that sounded a lot like "Not your fight." and "Blaine". He filed it away for later. "I gather you two know each other from how...well acquainted you two looked a moment ago." Rachel burst out laughing, and Kurt turned red. "What?" he asked. Rachel only laughed harder, and Kurt turned a darker red. "N-nothing." he said. Rachel giggled, "Subtle approach?" she asked him. He shrugged. "Let's not make it like Beauxbatons, shall we?"

Tom got the feeling he was missing a few big somethings. And he really hated it. The two before him carried on with their banter and Tom stayed silent the entire time, taking notes for later. It wasn't until the clock struck out two o'clock that the two glanced at each other sadly. Tom couldn't be more fucking confused. Rachel hugged Kurt, "I'll be back soon. And yes, I'll be fine." Kurt rolled his eyes, "No more than an hour." he said. Tom wanted to beat his head on the wall. He had no idea what they were talking about, and it only angered him further when they had a conversation with their eyes. "Sure. Maybe you can get ahead in the game." She winked at Kurt, and then turned to Tom. "Riddle...see you later."

He nodded at Rachel as she walked away. He was about to turn to Kurt when he realized something. When did Berry become Rachel?

When Finn didn't answer, Puck sighed. "Really Finn. I can't fix the freaking problem if you don't show it to me."

"Alright..." Finn said, sidestepping to the right to reveal a short man with black curly hair. "Anderson?" Puck barked. The boy flinched. "I just wanted to say goodbye to Kurt..." He pleaded.

Puck groaned, "You did that this morning, Anderson. Fucking Sid is going to kill us if we don't get you back before we get back, you know that?" The curly haired boy flinched again, "I'm sorry?" he offered.

"Blaine, don't give me that shit." a quiet 'told you so' came from Finn. Both of the boys shot him a dirty look. "Now is not the time, Hudson." Finn winced at the use of his last name. Yep, he was in trouble too. "Blaine, you have less than a fucking hour to tell your boyfriend goodbye. And you, Hudson, are going with him. To find Kurt and to take him back to the office. Make sure that Sid doesn't find you guys."

Puck turned on his heel and walked away, while Blaine and Finn started walking in the opposite direction. The two boys paused simultaneously. Puck hadn't needed to turn around. "Library!" He said before disappearing around a corner. "Any idea where the library is?" Finn asked. Blaine shrugged, "try third floor."

"So, you've known Berry for a while."

Kurt looked up from the piano keys, surprised. "Er, yeah."

Tom leaned against the table next to him, "How long have you guys been together?" He watched as Kurt straightened his green and silver tie, ears reddening. "I'm—er, we're...We're not together, Riddle..." He offered awkwardly.

"Call me Tom. And well, that's too bad," Tom said, suddenly in a better mood. "Do you have a girl of your own, then?" Kurt seemed to blush a dark red and mumbled, "Yeah, something like that..." How he ever got into Slytherin with confidence like that was beyond Tom. He tried to keep the sneer off of his face. Good mood or not, the kid seemed a disgrace his ancestor.

Tom watched as the Kurt boy all but backed away from him when he leaned over to watch him play. What could have him so jumpy? And why did he have to fucking blush so much? And why was Rachel so comfortable around him? Like he was her god damn brother. And if Rachel wasn't his girlfriend, who was? And what was with the "something like that" comment?

Oh.

The pieces came together, and Tom almost laughed. Oh, dear Merlin this was going to be fun.

Kurt noticed Tom staring and shook his head, clearing his thoughts. "Do you play?" He asked, nodding down to his hands on the piano keys. Tom smiled, he might as well have fun with this. "Not exactly. Easy tunes only. Nothing like what you had been playing. What was that, by the way?" Kurt smiled. "That, my dear friend, was Jazz music. It's from a musical back in America, actually." he added, noting Riddles eyebrow raise. Kurts smile turned sly as he remembered the game he had with Rachel. "Want to learn it?" He scooted over on the makeshift piano bench. "I won't hex you. Yet." Tom studied the boy. He was a handsome boy, and his high countertenor voice just seemed to fit him. Tom got the feeling the boy had a completely different side to him that had landed him in Slytherin. He wondered what it took to bring it out. Since now was not the time for that, he wondered how uncomfortable he could make the boy.

Trying his best not to look surprised when Tom moved to stand behind him, Kurt reminded himself that Tom didn't know that he was gay. Or that he had a boyfriend. Speaking of...Kurt felt a little guilty about this. But it was for Rachels good. And it wasn't like he was going to kiss Riddle, now was he? Nope. Tom spoke then, nearly scaring him. "I think I'll just watch. I'm more of a visual learner."

Kurt shrugged, tapping out a gentle song halfheartedly with his right hand. As Kurt hummed along, Tom had to admit, it sounded interesting. At the orphanage, they had had a piano. It had been really old, and broke down a lot. But Tom had loved playing it. "What are you playing?" Tom asked.

"It's from another musical, actually." Kurt put both hands on the piano, singing along to the last part of the verse.

And while we spoke of many things,
Fools and Kings,
This he said to me:
The Greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.

As impressed as he was, Tom wasn't going to show it. "Can you play it again?" he asked. Kurt glanced over his shoulder at him, realizing too late that he was closer than anticipated. "Sure!" he said, voice impossibly higher than normal. "It's really easy." He demonstrated the verse he'd just played, and Tom smiled. "Right, so. Like...This?" He asked, placing his hands right next to Kurts on the piano. He saw Kurt wince. "Yeah, then, you play this." Kurt played a more complicated verse next, and Riddle still hadn't moved from his position behind him. His back was all but pressed against Toms stomach. Tom had no problem invading other peoples personal space. He found it amusing to see people squirm—only when people were invading his did he have a problem.

Riddle messed up twice because his arms weren't close enough on the keys, which only made him scoot closer to Kurt. And Kurt scoot closer to the piano. Tom smiled. "Is this better?" He watched Kurt swallow with difficulty—something his trained Slytherin eye noticed. "Yep." A tense silence fell between the two and Kurt coughed. "Would you like to learn the song Rachel sang earlier? It's a little bit easier until you get to the crescendo."

Tom raised an eyebrow. "I'm never one to turn down a challenge." Kurt shrugged and played the first part, where Rachel had been on the table. Tom nearly blushed thinking of it—and he never blushed. Another thing to damn the girl to Azkaban for.

Kurt hummed along to it, and Tom was a bit fascinated with the song. Jazz. Huh. He'd have to look into that. He leaned a bit closer to Kurt, noting the way he almost missed a key. Tom smiled. He really had no problem with homosexuality, really. He didn't care who you loved, so long as it wasn't a mudblood, he thought distractedly. "Could you please back up?" Kurt asked through clenched teeth.

Tom shrugged noncommittally and sat down onto the makeshift piano bench, leaving very little space between them. He rested his back against the keys and sighed. "So, why don't you have a girlfriend?" Kurt stopped playing all together. "E-excuse me?"

"I'm sure you heard me."

Kurt raised an eyebrow. "That was you? For a moment there, I swore I heard a gossiping ten year old." Tom snorted. "Rachel can do worse than that."

"Why do you call her Rachel? From what she told me, you both aren't even on speaking terms."

A flash of anger crossed Toms face before he a calm smile took it's place. "True enough. If you guys are so close, why aren't you in a relationship?"

"It's none of your business, Riddle." Tom leaned against him to put his elbow on the piano keys, resting his head on his hand. Kurt noticed with great relief that his face was still at least a foot away. "Well, you can't blame me for being curious." Tom said with an unreadable smile. Kurt tried to lean away, but Tom just scooted closer like earlier. After Kurt didn't answer, Tom tilted his head forward a few inches. "Do you have a boyfriend?" Tom asked innocently.

Suddenly he was being yanked from bench by a shorter man—and wow was he a lot stronger than he looked—and held up by the boys fist clenched in his robes. "Well, let me be the first to reiterate the statement that it's none of your damn business." He kept a tight grip on Toms shirt.

"And who the fuck are you?" Tom asked angrily.

"That's none of your business either, kid." The boy said.

Tom glanced behind the short man to find Kurt dragging a hand down his now red face. "Blaine..." Kurt chastised. It took all of five seconds to put the pieces together—they didn't look like brothers, and the way Kurt looked at him was too full of adoration to be just friends. "Oh, so you do have a boyfriend. Tiny thing, isn't he?" Tom said, amused.

Tom caught the look of anger on the shorter mans face, and decided that statement had been a bad idea. The thought barely had time to register before the boys fist caught Tom in the eye. Hard.

"Blaine!" Kurt said from behind the two, his arms now crossed over his chest. "Drop the Slytherin." Blaine looked over his shoulder, his face reddening. Without a word, he shoved Tom away. Tom was still too stunned to even speak. "...I think you broke him." Kurt said as Blaine moved to stand beside him. They stared at Tom—in Blaines case, glaring maliciously—who's face was a deep shade of red. "I'm still not sorry." Kurt gave him an icy glare. "Karfosky won't happen again, Blaine. We know how to take care of ourselves." Blaine didn't say anything back.

Kurt sighed angrily and turned away. "Riddle, you okay?" Tom was clenching and unclenching his fists angrily, his entire face still a deep red. Instead of answering, he stomped off in the direction of the dungeons. "...That'd probably be a 'no'." came a voice behind them. Kurt, having gone through training, didn't jump at the sound. He did turn around though. Blaine on the other hand, who was still in training, jumped a good height in the air. Kurt smiled at that. "Novice." he teased, poking his boyfriend in the side. Blaine just swatted his hand away. "Yes?" Kurt asked Finn, still attempting to poke Blaine. Finn watched with amusement. "I'm just here to bring the 'tiny thing' back to the office." Kurts face fell slightly. "I wish you could stay." he said, turning to Blaine. Blaine smiled a small half smile. "Novice, remember? Not aloud to go out on these big bad missions like you."

Finn wasn't entirely oblivious, so he gave the couple some privacy, going to a book shelf about four rows down.

Kurt sat down on the piano bench, and sighed. "Blaine, I won't be gone forever. This mission could even be over in a day or two." the shorter boy shrugged. "My schedule will be all messed up now. I won't have anybody to take out to lunch, I'll have to eat at the Ministrys cafeteria! I'll get food poisoning, all because you're gone." Kurt laughed, standing up to hug Blaine. "I'll miss you too, sweetheart. Take Santana out to lunch. She'll go to Breadstix with you. She loves it."

The look on Blaines face was one comical. "Santana? She's..."

"...Inappropriate?" Kurt offered. "Yes." Kurt giggled. "Take Brittany out then,"

"But," Blaine said, putting his hands around Kurts waist. "I want you." Kurt looped his arms around his boyfriends neck. "You should get back to the office." he said. "Sure." said Blaine. But neither of them moved, they were content to stare into eachothers eyes. "I love you." Kurt said, tilting his head just slightly to kiss Blaine.

Four bookshelfs away, Finn was looking through the C section, working his way down to B and humming softly to himself. He resisted the urge to grab the more dangerous looking books, instead contenting himself to the less life threatening, and therefore boring books.

Sort of.

He'd periodically poke the spine of a book, to see the reactions. One shrank away from his touch. One leaned into it and gave what he thought was a purr, but sounded more like a growl. One glowed bright and burned his finger. When he got to the beginning of the B shelf, touched a book that had a snake as a spine. It turned it's head to hiss at him. Was that a real snake?

Finn poked it again, this time the snake nearly snapped at him. Amused, he poked it again, narrowly avoiding it's jaws. "One more time." Finn murmured to himself. His hand darted out, and, before he could retract it, the snake bit down on his pointer finger. He pulled his hand back, the book and snake coming with him. "Fuuuu—!" Finn shook his hand, trying to get the snake/book to let go. To his relief, it did. The book fell to the floor with a disgruntled hiss and a soft thud. Clutching his injured hand to his chest, he glared at the book. The snake on the spine only hissed and glared back.

That's when Finn noticed it. A note that had probably fallen out when he was trying to shake the demonic book off. He almost bent down to get it when a hiss emanated from the book. He took out his wand, levitating the book back onto the shelf before bending down and retrieving the note. "Fake information. Book 1/4" He read aloud. He looked back at the book curiously, one of four? Fake information on what?

Well, if the spine was any indication, it was about snakes...

and it was in the B section...

Wasn't there sort of snake that started with a B?

Before his train of thought could get any farther, Blaine and Kurt appeared in front of him. "Are you okay?" Kurt asked, concerned. Finn felt confused for a moment, until he remembered he had cried out when the snake bit him. "Um, yeah. Just got mauled by a book." Kurt gave him an unimpressed glare. "What's in your hand?" Blaine asked.

Finn shrugged. "Just something that fell out of a book,"

"...are you bleeding?"

At Kurts worried voice, Finn looked to his hand. It was more blood than he anticipated, but it wasn't anything bad. "Stop being so motherly. I'm fine. I can have Sid heal it in like, two seconds." The two raised their eyebrows at him. "All right..."

They sat in a tense silence for a moment, before Kurt said, "You two better get back to the office before Sid finds out he's gone."

Blaine and Finn suddenly looked frightened. "Oh, Merlin! I forgot! I'm sorry Kurt, I'll owl you!"

The boys started briskly walking away, and Kurt shouted after them.

"Take care of him, Finn!"

"Will do!"

"I love you!"

Kurt laughed, "I love you too, Blaine. Now go, before Sid kills you."

Okay. I know I promised a murder and everything, but...things happened, and that's going to be appearing soon. c;

So anyways; song choices! If you're a total theatre geek like me, you know immediately those two songs. The first being from the musical Chicago, (All That Jazz) and the other being from Moulin Rouge, (I mean, technically, it's David Bowie, but it's called Nature Boy.)

Anyways, Chicago was set in the twenties, Tom went to Hogwarts in the thirties. Moulin Rouge was set in like..didn't he say somewhere "summer of 1899"? either way, it was before the thirties. So, I'm using those songs, due to their fictional timeline, not their chronological one!:D Does that make sense..?

Also, I've done my research—which isn't hard, being an avid Potter fan—and found out Myrtle was indeed killed by Olive Hornby. I have no idea of her actual personality or her friends, but hey. It's a fanfiction.

And to those of you who ship Klaine as hard as I do, there's a tad bit of Klaine in it for you. I always have to write Klaine something or other.

I hope you guys don't hate me too much for not updating, I apologize very, very much.

(Oh, and I'm curious, have any of my readers read CP Coulters Dalton? If not, go read it. I'm a total Jogan shipper. Or, Gondolier, rather. xD )

Allrightie now, any complaints, compliments, or just to talk, review. Thank you sososo much for sticking with this story.