A/N: thanks for all the reviews and sorry it took so long to update! I just got a 6 week old little girl toy dachshund today and she's keeping me busy! Warning: I will be writing a lot less often because of the baby puppy (Peppermint), my other dog (Blackberry), I have a full time job, and I have a huge school schedule.

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Thanks,

Brit.

Chapter 8: Slytherin Whore

Disclaimer in Chapter 1

(Kat's POV)

Walking to class one day in early October proved to be difficult. I wasn't paying any attention to where I was going and collided with someone.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't watching where I was going," I explained as I collected my books.

"Oh, don't worry about it," a voice said. I looked up and noticed that I had bumped into Harry which was some what of a relief.

"Thank you so much," I said as he handed me my DADA book.

"So where are you heading?" He asked as we straightened.

"Herebology, you?"

"Same, come on we can walk together," Harry said. "Hermione and Ron are off some where, I have no idea were."

"Oh, yeah I saw Ron leaving the Great Hall with Lavender early and I passed Hermione in the Library," I commented.

"Yeah she studies a lot," Harry agreed.

"Hey wait up Harry," a voice yelled behind us. Harry and I turned around to see Ron and Hermione racing down to meet us.

"Hello Kat," Hermione said as she caught her breath.

"Hey Hermione, how are you?"

"Excellent thanks and you," She answered. I turned and noticed Ron's face was turning beef red, and I had no idea why.

"Alright although I could kill Professor Snape; he's a pain in the butt. The sad part is that his' my own father," I complained.

"Yep, he's horrible but you start getting use to it after a while," Harry agreed before walking ahead with a blushing Ron as they talked about quiddtich.

The rest of the way to Herebology, Hermione and I chatted about the upcoming Halloween dance.

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"Mr. Malfoy reported that you have become quite close to Potter and his sidekicks," Father said after he made his dramatic entrance.

"Yeah, so?" I didn't bother looking up from my homework.

"You do realize that they are Gryffindor, don't you? There the enemy," He got more dramatic by the second.

(A/N: Horrible language coming up, just in case someone cares!)

"So what you're saying is that I'm allowed to be friends with Slytherin guys, who only want to get into my pants; rather than Gryffindor guys who at least on some level think with their brains and not their dicks. Wow! Thanks Dad you just gave me the permission I never wanted: to be a Slytherin Whore, congratulations."

"I never said that," he exclaimed loudly.

"Maybe not but it was there none the less," I pointed out.

"You do realize that part of a spy's job is to pretend to hate people, so start doing the job you wanted," he growled lowly. He never agreed with the idea of my becoming a spy, actually it was Dumbledore's idea but I agreed.

"Fine, I'll start hating them happy?"

"Ecstatic, thanks for caring!"

As always my father was being his snaky self.

A/N: let me know how you like it and I'll update ASAP!