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Chapter 8: Results

Lucretia trudged wearily towards the Hospital Wing cradling her broken wrist. How was she going to explain this to Madame Pomfrey? Fucking Montague! What in Hades was his problem? Lucretia wished she had never set eyes on him.

"Ms. Davenport, I hope you have a good excuse for being out of bed at this hour?" Professor Snape asked angrily, as they met in one of the first floor corridors.

"I was on my way to the Hospital Wing. I had an accident," she said quietly as she indicated her rapidly swelling wrist.

The professor looked at her curiously, as if he were trying to decide whether she was lying or not. "How did this happen?"

"I fell out of bed and landed on it," she answered innocently. Lucretia conjured an image of her falling out of her four-poster bed and the subsequent break in her mind, in case Professor Snape decided to probe further.

His beady eyes rested on hers for several moments and she could feel him prowling around. Satisfied with "her memory" of the event, Professor Snape pulled out of her mind. "I will escort you to the Hospital Wing. We wouldn't want you having any more accidents."

"Thank you Professor." Inwardly, Lucretia cursed the prying Professor. Good thing she was a strong Legilimens.

"To what do I owe this visit Professor Snape?" Madame Pomfrey inquired upon their arrival in her ward. She was just finishing up with a Hufflepuff who had sprouted green tentacles.

"It seems Ms. Davenport broke her wrist falling out of bed," Professor Snape responded as he shot Lucretia a sideways glance.

"Well come in young lady. I'll get some Skele-Grow and you'll be good as new by morning." Madame Pomfrey led Lucretia to a screened off bed and told her to tuck in. She returned a few minutes later with the potion. "Drink up now."

Lucretia choked as she swallowed the disgusting liquid. Coughing, she adjusted herself in the bed and tried to think of something else besides the slow, stinging pain that was coursing through her arm. Where did Alexander come off telling her she needed him? And what did he mean they'd see how well she did without him? Lucretia had never sought him out. Sure she had slept with him, but that was an accident! What a pompous git! Lucretia couldn't deny that he was attractive and certainly amazing in bed, but that was it. She was Lucretia Davenport….she needed no one. Sighing, she thought to herself that at least now he would leave her alone.

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"Looks like you had an interesting evening," Draco smirked as Blaise joined him in the Great Hall for breakfast.

"Interesting doesn't even begin to cover it," Blaise snorted, and poured himself a glass of Pumpkin juice. "Pass the bacon, will you?"

"Good morning Dray, Blaise darling," Pansy said as she sat in the empty seat to Blaise's right. "So how did last night go? Were our assumptions correct?" she asked Draco quietly.

"Dead on. Found her wandering in the dungeons."

"Brilliant."

"So, what happened?"

"Snogged her senseless, insulted the Golden Trio, and told her to get rid of her boyfriend."

Blaise interrupted, "Did she taste like strawberries?"

"Oh yeah."

"Wicked!"

"Dray, be careful. Remember to go slowly with this one. We can't have you scaring her off," Pansy warned.

"I know…we've been over this before. I'll stick to the plan."

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"How did your portkey making lesson go?"

"Brilliant." Cassius grabbed another piece of toast and began buttering it. "Got in a short snog and felt her tits too."

"Really? Surprising, she looks like a prude to me," Alexander mused.

"Oh, she slapped me after and told me not to treat her like some common whore. You know…your typical uptight, pureblooded witch."

"Yes, I do know about them," Alexander answered gravely. "So, you seeing Rosier again?"

"Told her I would meet her in the library today to study. You want to join us? Her little friend Lucretia might be there."

"Fuck no!" Alexander snapped. Cassius stared at him, obviously startled by his mate's sudden outburst. Regaining his composure, Alexander said, "No, I have to work on Quidditch tactics and I don't want any sneaky students from other houses trying to get a peak. We really need to win our first match against Gryffindor."

"I'm with you on that one mate! I've already been thinking of how I'm going to pummel Spinnet and Johnson on the pitch! They won't even know what hit them." Cassius cracked his knuckles, envisioning the elbows and kicks he was going to dish out against the Gryffindor Chasers.

"Right, we'll meet tonight to go over strategy. Spread the word to the rest of the team."

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"What happened to you last night?" Lucretia asked Aurelia, as the blonde joined Zara and her at the Ravenclaw table.

"I should ask you, Lucretia? I noticed you didn't sleep in your bed last night."

"I was in the hospital wing. I hurt my wrist while I was searching for you!"

"Sorry. How'd you hurt your wrist?"

"Fell over…stupid really. Anyway, are you going to tell us where you were?"

"Cassius thought it would be funny to turn my books into an internal portkey," Aurelia drawled.

"Cassius?" Zara piped in. "As in Cassius Warrington, 7th year Slytherin?"

"The very same. Don't forget he's a chaser on their Quidditch team as well."

"Ooh," cooed Zara. "What a catch! What's he like?"

"Handsome, clever, and incredibly arrogant. Pretty much like the all the Slytherin males," Aurelia answered. She thought back with pleasure on the way he had kissed her last night and fondled her breasts. She had enjoyed it, but of course, she couldn't let him know that. That was not the way she intended to play this one. This time she was playing for keeps.

Bloody seventh year Slytherins! "I distinctly remember someone saying we should stay away from the 7th year Slytherins!" Lucretia retorted angrily.

"What's gotten into you?" Aurelia drawled.

"Nothing…I just hate when people are hypocrites!" Lucretia grabbed her things and without another word stalked away from the table and out of the Great Hall.