A/N invisibledarkness13xx:We're back! You thought we were dead, didn't you?

: Well of course they do! We haven't updated in...since...well, how long has it been?

invisible: *shuffles feet* Not really sure...

raven: I think this chapter is worth it though. It's EPIC. It is EPIC.

invisible: Yes. Yes it is. However, we must warn you about the slash in the first few paragraphs.

raven: You can blame me.

invisible: Don't worry. I do. I think i'm scarred for life. I had to write it. {I'm just not a slash fan don't kill me}

Nine

Casey/Aron P.O.V

Next Day—Potions

We looked around at everyone walking in from lunch complaining at the seating chart we had put up only minutes before. Bandit was currently off distracting Professor Snape in the hallway so he wouldn't be able to change our seats before class started. Because of course we wouldn't want that. We had plans for our dear, sweet, not-so-innocent, lovable, charming, eloquent, elegant, hot, snoggable, cuddly, future boyfriend Draco. Because he would be ours, whether he liked it or not.

The object of our thoughts walked in just then, looking preoccupied. He glanced at the board, shook his head, sighed, and took his place in the chair inbetween us. We peeked at each other over his shoulder and scooted our chairs closer. Draco looked at us weirdly.

"So, how's your day going?" we asked.

"Uh…fine? How about yours?" he answered politely.

Oh, he's so cute when he's confused.

Aron reached up and played with a strand of his hair, causing him to jump back and land on Casey.

Oh, he was so cute when he was frightened.

Bandit walked in, followed by Snape. He looked questioningly at the seating chart on the board.

"Who put that up there?" he asked.

Draco jumped up. "So you didn't put that up there? Can we move then? Please?" he inquired desperately.

Our love was so adorable when he was desperate.

Snape looked at the clock and looked back at Draco. "No. Class has started. Sit back down."

He flopped down with a groan.

"Looks like your stuck with us, Drakey," we purred.

We continued fawning over him and expressing our love for him for over an hour before he finally seemed to crack. He jumped up, ran to the front of the class, slammed his hands down on Professor Snape's desk, looked him square in the eye, and said—well, nearly screamed—"Sir, may I please move? I am begging you, sir!"

Snape sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "You may if someone is willing to switch with you, as it is, there are no empty seats."

Bandit's P.O.V

"I'll do it," I offered. I had been watching the twins harass Draco for most of the class and was beginning to feel bad for him.

He mouthed "thank you" and we switched seats. I sat down between the twins and hit them both over the head with my potions book.

"Really? You can get away with that with Reese and the others, but Draco's sensitive!"

They swooned slightly. "We know,"

I shook my head and continued brewing my potion.

At the end of class, they followed Draco out like stalker puppies while my cousin shuffled speedily out the door.

"Bandit, may I see you after class?" Sev asked.

"Sure Sevvy," I said cheerfully.

"May I ask what the instance with your friends and Mr. Malfoy was?"

"Oh yeah, they just do that. That's just them."

He sighed. "How long are they staying here?"

"A week. Though, if they get really attached, they might transfer for the year."

"Fine. You're dismissed."

"Aw, you're being so cold lately," I said as I turned to leave for Transfiguration.

I met Kimberly outside the classroom.

"So how was Potions?" she asked.

"I should've never gone along with their plan. Draco didn't react very well to it."

"Why would you care? I thought you hated him."

"He's not so bad," I opened the door. "He's actually rather entertaining." And besides, no one deserved to go through that. "Except Reese."

"What?"

"Nothing, never mind."

She shrugged and sat down next to me.

Throughout the entire lecture, she was glaring intensely at a portrait on the wall. Her eye began twitching. The wizard inside was beginning to get nervous, I think.

I raised my hand. "Professor, may we pause this for a moment?"

McGonagall sighed. "What is it this time, Bandit?"

I motioned for Kimberly to go and she sprang up and tilted the portrait's frame slightly to the right. She came back with a smile on her face.

"Thanks," she smiled.

"No problem. Go on, Professor."

McGonagall rolled her eyes and continued with the lesson.

I met Draven in the hall outside the DADA classroom. He looked absolutely miserable. He looked at me.

"I've heard some rumors about you and Professor Umbridge," he began tiredly. "Something about you opposing everything she says."

"Well of course; she's an idiot. She has no clue what she's talking about! I could teach that class better than she could!"

"Anyone could teach that class better than she could! POTTER could teach that class better than she could!" Draco said randomly from behind me.

"Oh hi, Draco! When'd you get rid of the twins?" I asked.

They suddenly popped into existence next to his shoulders. "Draco, we thought we lost you! Those last few hallways we're very confusing. Do you have to take such a complicated route to your classes?"

Draco just sighed. "Never mind."

"We were worried about you! Were you worried about us?" they asked.

"No."

"Oh." They looked downcast for a moment when suddenly their faces brightened. "Okay! Well, shouldn't we get to class?"

They latched onto his arms and dragged him into the classroom. He turned around and mouthed "help me!"

I shrugged.

"I hate you."

I struggled through half an hour of mindless chattering that somehow passed for a lecture before Draven had finally had enough. He was slouched back in his chair which was on one leg and had his feet crossed on top of his desk.

"You're riddikulus," he said.

Umbridge stopped, turned around, and glared at him. "Excuse me?"

"This class is riddikulus."

Draco began laughing violently, gasping for air. The twins swooned.

"Your ministry is riddikulus."

Draco was currently lying on floor, rolling around clutching his stomach as he laughed soundlessly.

"And you're riddikulus again for not understanding this reference. And you call yourself a DADA teacher." He spoke sneeringly.

"Detention!" Umbridge shrieked.

"I don't go to this school."

"Deportation!"

"I don't live in this country."

"Assimilation!"

"That doesn't even make sense in this context."

"Leave!"

"Gladly."

"Miss Morvant, you leave too!"

"What?" I asked. "I didn't even do anything this time!"

"Did you think I would not know that you put him up to this?"

"What?"

"Do you think I'm stupid?"

"Yes?" I asked, shaking my head.

"Then leave!"

"Where do we go?"

"I don't care! Just leave! I will not have you undermining my classroom!"

I stood up and followed Draven out the door.

Professor Gabriel's P.O.V

"You have to leave," Dumbledore demanded.

"No." I said flatly. "I will not leave my students alone to suffer the stupidity of your pupils."

"I will not have someone that practices the darkest of magicks in my school!"

"You're going to have to get used to it because I'm going to have to teach a class here."

"What?"

"Hogwarts rules state that a visiting teacher must teach their subject for at least one day in the school to better enrich the cultural variety among the students."

"There is no such rule! I should know; I'm the headmaster."

I dropped the rulebook on his desk. "Chapter V, section XIII."

"Where did you get that?"

"It was in your desk."

Dumbledore just chose to ignore that comment. "You'll just have to teach something else. In case you have forgotten, the Dark Arts are illegal in Great Britain."

"Too bad. If I remember correctly, Hogwarts is not Great Britain."

"That doesn't even make sense!"

"Yes it does. You're just too ignorant to understand it." I paused for a moment to take a breath and looked the headmaster straight in his twice damned twinkling eyes. "I will teach my subject to your students, whether you find it appropriate or not. I just thought it would be…nicer to warn you first."