Chapter Seven: Severus Snape and Pygmy Puffs

Two days later Severus Snape was in her living room. George and Fred had stomped down the stairs; their jaws tight and angry. Both stood tall, shoulder muscles clenched, and their spine's rigid.

"What's happened?" Mira asked as soon as she looked up from the never ending pile of paperwork she was going through. "Is your mother alright? Is it Ginny?"

"Someone's upstairs to see you," Fred said shortly. Mira was up on her feet and up the stairs fast as a hummingbird. Idiotically, she had thought it was Draco. She skidded to a stop when she realized the person swathed in black was not Draco, but the distinguished professor Severus Snape.

"Oh! Good afternoon Professor," she said, folding her hands in front of her. She was now acutely aware that she had Pigmy Puff glitter all over her and smelled of smoke from the pile of invoices George had burned 'accidentally'.

"Miracle Christian, I presume." His voice made her shiver and clench her thighs together, this man is terrifying, and incredibly sexy… What have I gotten myself into? She whined in her head. Severus smirked. Why is he smirking? Can he hear me? He can't hear you, you dolt, you're not talking.

"Leglimus," he said cooly and Mira glared at him.

"You're disgusting," She began to rage at him.

"Yes, well… You still think I'm sexy so what does disgusting have to do with it?" He asked with that smirk. Mira resisted the temptation to kick him in the face.

"What can I do for you professor?" She asked tightly.

"Severus is fine. You are not, nor have you ever been my pupil. Which is appropriate since you harbor feelings that would complicate a teacher-student relationship." Again Mira resisted the urge to physically harm him, though it was a close call.

"Severus, what can I do for you?"

He sighed like she was asking very much of him before he began. "You are not in the Order, yet you are privy to vital information. You have also formed a loose friendship with young Master Malfoy, which puts you in-"

"I haven't seen Draco in days," she interrupted. Severus glared at her and she froze. How did the twins survive being his students? She wondered.

"I haven't figured that out either, though I'm sure they cheated. Now, as I was saying. You are in a very unique position. Draco genuinely likes you, and I believe, you genuinely like him. You need to help him succeed."

"In regards to what?" She asked quizzically.

"In regards to the information which you were recently privy to. Use your brain." He was glaring again. A tall, storm cloud black pillar of disdain glaring laser beams at her.

"Ah, alright… I'm not sure what I can do." She sat in one of the kitchen chairs and looked up for miles at Severus.

"Get him to talk to you again, I'm not sure what you two quarreled about but fix it. And get him to talk. Figure out what he plans to do and help him to do it. If he does not succeed He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named will be displeased." With that Severus Apparated out of the living room. Mira stared at the spot he had disappeared from. What have I gotten myself into?

Hours later George came back up the stairs to find Mira spread out on the couch, staring at the ceiling. "What did the slimy git want?" He asked as he sat on her feet. Mira pulled them out from under him and poked him in the stomach. To harass me sexually, humiliate me and to confuse the living tar our of me.

"Order stuff… Though he was very vague about it and not very helpful." She whined. George laughed. She pushed herself up by her elbows and glared.

"You're sposed to figure it out." George said with his usual happy-go-lucky grin. Mira glared at him, trying to imitate Severus' death glare but failing miserably. Again George chuckled. "He can't really tell you. He has to have things to tell Voldie that are true without giving away his allegiance. It's all a balancing act. " Mira stared at George for a moment and flopped onto her back again with a put-upon sigh.

"I hate life." She bemoaned. George patted her feet and laughed.

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Hollow, and unable to move. Worn thin, like a pair of old, beloved jeans, about to fall to pieces. I'm a pair of old jeans! She cried to herself, burying her face in her pillow. She ought to be doing paperwork. Neverending, fully depressing paperwork. But she wasn't. Insead, what was she doing? Lying in bed like a moron girl crying about a boy. For the seccond time, I am not crying. Lying in bed pathetically. But not crying. I don't cry. I'm over crying. Been there. Done that. Over it. She threw herself out of bed and landed on her knees on the wood floor. She teetered there for a moment, on the brink of disaster and stood up. She stomped to her dresser and began pulling her brush through unruly hair. The result was unkind; her hair frizzed all over the place and Mira pulled it into a sever bun.

George and Fred looked at her in alarm as she walked into the back room. She looked like hell. And they were probably going to tell her that. She waited for the inevitable. It never came both boys had gone back to their work. She sat at her desk and with an iron clad will made it through the pile of papers on her desk.

That evening after Mira had gone to bed Fred and George remained at the kitchen table. "I think, it is time to call Fleur." George said quietly.

"I think it is too."

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An angry Frenchwoman was in her room. Looking at her. Mira sat up, more disheveled than the day before. "The boyz tell me you haz been moping about. You've moped. Now get up!" She demanded. Mira was on her feet before she knew what had happened. She peered at Fleur from sleep encrusted eyes. "In ze shower. Now!" The part veela roared. Mira scampered.

Twenty minutes later they were sitting in a Starbucks in downtown London. The white chocolate mocha was doing wonders. Mira felt more angry and less mopey already. She grinned at Fleur, who smirked in response. Mira laughed and together they sauntered back towards Diagon Alley.

"What did you do in forty minutes?" Fred whispered after Mira and Fleur had strode back into the shop. Fleur shrugged.

"No'zing," Fleur said before turning on her heel and walking to Gringotts.

Fred looked at George who shrugged, Women… they thought in unison.

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The Pygmy Puffs had gone evil. They'd started biting anyone who got their fingers too near. Instead of delectable pets they were a puffy army ready to search and destroy. "Fred!" Mira screamed for the fifth time. "What did you DO?!" He cowered, cornered by fifty of the evil pink pygmys. With another banishing charm Mira sent a handful into a transfigured fish tank. She jumped onto the lid and cast an unbreakable charm.

"What did I do? You did it!" He yelled back, stomping on the things, creating fountains of glitter around himself.

"I don't cast the charms you bloke!" She screeched at him.

George tumbled into the room, jeans half done, hair standing on end. "What in the bloody hell is going on?" He roared, balancing himself on the doorframe.

"This imbecile cursed the pygmy puffs!" Mira shrieked as she banished more of the puffs into a crate. "What in the bloody hell have you been up to?" She cried as she got a full look at him.

"Nothing!" He shouted, zipping his pants up.

"You have sx hair! Don't nothing me young man. We're banishing demented pygmy puffs and you're doing the naughty!" She screamed at him, her face going cherry colored and her body thrown forwards. For a moment George thought he wasn't the only person in his family who dealt with dragons.

"What's naughty?" Lee Jordan asked as he walked into the back room, a more nicely put together than George.

"You're naughty. Doing the naughty. Honestly. It's the middle of the day!" She hissed at the two of them before spinning to attack the pygmy puffs that had attached themselves to Fred. In a flurry of light gold light and a whirlwind of glitter the puffs fell off him in droves, landing on the floor in one final puff of glitter. Fred looked like he'd been attacked by a castle full of twelve year old girls who'd never before seen glitter.

"That. Was. Horrible." He said before he walked out of the rooms and up to their flat, trailing glitter all along. Mira glared at George and Lee.

"Clean this up." She demanded before pushing past them.

"Where are you going?" George asked nervously.

"I don't know."