Disclaimer: If you've gotten this far without reading it, why would you do so now?

AN: In this one I've referenced a character I've used in my fic, Hating the Hogwarts Express.

"So, are you going to do it then?" Sandra asked and Emma gave a snort.

"Am I going to do what exactly?" she asked and Sandra looked her in the eye.

"Are you going to do what Cicero Rowle wants you to do?" she pressed and Emma gave another snort.

"You mean sleep with him so he'll give me his protection from the Death Eaters and the dark arts?" she asked and Sandra nodded. "Over my dead body! He's just saying it so he can get laid."

"I don't know…his dad's one of His after all and it might be worth thinking about," Sandra said and Emma shook her head.

"You sleep with him if you want. He couldn't protect me from a muggle," she said contemptuously.

Hidden by a wall, the boy in question tensed up. He was going to have to teach Emma a lesson when they came back to Hogwarts next year. He licked his lips. Yes, he was definitely going to teach her a lesson.