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The next couple of weeks were the same as the ones before, except for one thing: Snape hovered even more. I couldn't go anywhere without him breathing down my neck.

The third month brought change though.

Breakfast was as bright as usual, the kids chatting away, the staff drinking their morning pick-me-ups. As I walked in I saw a new face sitting next to Dumbledore.

His shoulder length black hair was pulled back into a low ponytail and his bangs hung in his face. He was laughing, his smile almost unable to fit on his face.

I sat on the Headmaster's other side and went for my chocolate frosted doughnuts and cold milk.

"Mornin' Dumbledore," I murmured before biting into my pastry. The older man before turned and smiled at me.

"Good morning, Dani. How did you sleep?" I sipped my milk then smiled softly.

"Like a rock. You?"

"I was a log. Oh! You don't know Professor Black, do you?"

I choked on my doughnut. "Professor Black!?!"

Dumbledore just smiled that infuriating smile of his. "Yes. He's kindly taken over for the late Professor Nimble. Your Defense lessons will be with him now."

I looked around the Headmaster and found that Black was doing the same thing. I gave him a nervous smile and waved. "Hello Professor."

He quickly gave me the once over and then turned to Dumbledore.

"She's the one then?" The older man nodded.

"Well then, we'll see what you know tonight then, won't we?" I could feel my shoulders tense.

"Oh. Don't call me 'Professor Black'. Makes me feel old. Sirius is much better," he added with a wink and a smile. My mood lightened; maybe tonight wouldn't be so bad after all.

I locked the library's doors behind me as I closed them. I sighed, then smiled. Gotta love the books. I pulled my leather messenger bag in front of me and started to rummage through it, looking for my DADA book.

"Where is it?" I mumbled as I started to walk toward the Defense classroom. I keep digging through my bag and so didn't see the other person in the hall before it was too late.

"Oof!!" My butt met the floor and my DADA book flew from my bag. I looked up and was met by the stern black eyes of Professor Snape.

I got to my knees and scrambled about gathering the things that had spilled out of my bag.

"Sorry Professor. I wasn't watching where I was goin'." I stood thinking that I had everything.

He glared then bent down, picking something up. My eyes widened when he straightened with my Defense book in his grasp. He held it out to me.

"Here. I doubt that you wish to fail Black's class because of a lost book," he snarled softly.

I smiled, thanked him and gently took the book. My fingers brushed his and I felt a small amount of blood rush to my cheeks as I withdrew my hand, book in tow.

"Sorry," I mumbled.

He just snarled and walked off. I rolled my eyes and hurried to Professor Black's classroom.

He was sitting on his desk, feet propped up on the top of his chair, his head hanging off the edge of the desk. I smiled a little and inched closer.

His eyes were closed and his breathing was even; sure signs that he was asleep. An evil smirk came into existence as I got an idea.

Setting my things on an empty desk, I took off my shoes and crept toward him.

"OI, PROFESSOR!! THAT'S NOT SCHOLARLY!!" I yelled in his ear. He jumped up and proceeded to fall off the table.

First went his feet, then his legs, followed by his hips. His torso twisted and rolled off the desk while his head just went along for the ride.

"Bloody HELL, woman!! You interrupted a DAMN good dream!!!" he yelled as he worked his way off the stone floor. I was holding my sides from laughing hard.

"S-Sorry!" I stuttered, my laughter slowly dying. "I just couldn't help it. You looked so funny lying like that."

Sirius brushed himself off and glared at me. I shrugged it off.

"No where near as intimidating as Snivillus', but try I do," he said. I raised my brows.

"Snivillus? Who's he?" Sirius smirked.

"You know him. Only you know him as Snape."

"But I thought his name was Severus."

"Oh it is. Only his nickname is Snivillus." I stared.

Putting on my shoes I answered him. "That's mean."

He blinked. "What?" I looked him in the eye.

"That's mean. Nicknames shouldn't be mean or degrading." I straightened up, my knees popping slightly. "Come on. Let's get to the lesson!"

Sirius blinked in confusion, then nodded. And so, for the rest of that hour and a half, I learned from Sirius Black, ex-convict extraordinaire.

the ness-ness: Yeah, yeah. A little shorter then the last one, but I had to stop somewhere! Ya'll know how much you rule right? Cause you reviews are what make want to type up new chapters for you to enjoy!! Until next time my lovelys!! waves like a crazy person