Disclaimer: From the wizarding world of Harry Potter, I praise JK Rowling for unknowing that I have used her characters and the wizarding world in which she imagined. I own nothing of her characters, but from my petty fanfiction, I do own Mia and a few minor characters I have created. The character Lindsay is not of my creation but my friend who I played countless hours of Role play. Enjoy the Story!

Chapter 9 (edited)

My eyelids gradually covered my vision as I tried reading. I fought to keep them open but as soon as they closed, I lost the energy to do so and I felt my head nod down. Seconds later I would straighten up and open my eyes. To wake up my body, I stretched as mush I could in a sitting position.

"Stay awake, stupid. Draco needs your help." I grumbled to myself. Glancing at the clock I made a mental reminder that I had a half hour before curfew. Around noon, I received an owl from Draco stating he had persuaded Lindsay to go on a date. Here I am trying to help him and he doesn't even have the courtesy to see how things are going. Why couldn't he come and just say hi? I found myself frowning thinking of these things. I shook the thoughts out of my head and reminded myself that I am doing this for Lindsay. Also, Draco hates me so why would he come and visit.

Taking the book in my hand, I leaned back and tried to drown myself in the words.

I must have fallen asleep again. My eyes were closed and I was a bit too comfortable. Jumping up, I looked over at the clock in the library. The shorter hand was pointed between five and six and the larger hand entirely overlapped the 45. It's only 5:45. 5:45! I just looked at the time and it was 9:30.

Turning, I rushed over to one of the Library's windows or at least that's what I was trying to do but instead my feet were caught in something. My entire body hit the floor. Opening up my eyes, I look down at my feet and notice a blanket. I don't remember having a blanket with me. Folding my arms in front of me, I used them as a pillow. I don't even have the effort to move. Everything slowly went black as I fell back to sleep.

"Hufflepuff?" a voice filled my dreams. It's Draco's voice. Ice cold water hit my back, making my eyes pop open and a small scream came from my lips. It felt like needles jabbing me multiple times down my back. Crawling away, I sat up. I looked up to see Draco standing over me laughing. My heart pounded and I probably looked a little crazy.

"What was that for?" I nearly screamed.

"You wouldn't wake up. The librarian actually thought you died." Draco said taking a seat on the couch I had fallen asleep on. Calming my heart down, I stood up.

"It felt as though I did," I mumbled. I walked over to the coffee table, closed all of the books and stacked them up. I started to walk away.

"Where are you going?" Draco demanded.

"Changing my clothes and probably getting in a shower," I shouted and continued to the exit. Pushing open the doors, I headed towards the Hufflepuff common room. The library was on the fourth floor of the castle and the Hufflepuff common room was five levels down. I was just glad I could take the spiral staircase to the west wing so no one could see me sopping wet. I walked down to the ground floor I heard a noise behind me. I am not one to be scared by noises, but today my heart raced. I looked around and noticed how scary Hogwarts was when no one was around. When another loud noise echoed down the halls, I dashed for the Hufflepuff common room. Two lefts, two rights, and a set of stairs later, I entered the Hufflepuff common room. Tapping the rhythm the barrels moved and I rushed in. I collided with something solid, but not stable enough keep me up. I fell over as I felt a pair of arms wrapped around me. I landed on a body, which I could tell because I felt warmth and not the cold floor.

"Are you okay?" A male voice spoke up. I looked up and saw a guy with black hair and dark eyes. His skin was pale, but not a bad pale. Actually he was extremely handsome.

"Yeah, sorry about that," I said jumping away from him. It felt like my face was on fire, as I tried to hide them with my cold fingers. He stood up before holding out his hand for me. Taking one of my hands away from my cheek, I placed my hand in his warm one and with one quick movement I was standing.

"I am Matthew. 6th Year." He said and shook my hand that he was already holding.

"Mia. 5th year." I mumbled not trusting my voice too much, "I gotta go."

With that, I ripped my hand out of his and ran to the 5th-year girls room. When I burst through the door and slammed it closed behind me, I was surprised that I didn't wake anyone. Soon I caught myself smiling and the image of me lying on Matthew after the fall came to my mind. I let out a giggle before fetching my clothes.

After taking a shower, I headed to the great hall to quickly eat something. Afterwards I walked into the Library and headed to the back of the room.

"Good morning, Mia," The librarian said with a smile.

"Good mornin'!" I smiled brightly and continued on my way to the back. I stopped by a bookcase once I saw a familiar blonde hair boy sitting there reading.

"Draco, what are you doing?" I asked. He looked up.

"Took you long enough. Did you find anything?" Draco asked. Taking a seat, I look at my books.

"It would help knowing exactly what made her lose her memory. Whether it was a charm or potion?" I said, "I am still looking."

"I'll help." He said, grabbing a book. I just watched him as he did this. I couldn't help smile. He looked up from the book, giving me a smirk.

"Are you thinking how handsome I am now?" He said. It felt as though someone had shoved a hair dryer in my face, because it warmed up that fast. Doesn't help that it was somewhat accurate.

"No! Only a blind person would think that!" I said, picking up a book and covering my red face.

"I know you were trying to insult me, but I can tell you like me. I can see your tail wagging." Draco chuckled.

"Oh, now you did it." I laughed and hit him with my book. Not too hard but enough for him to feel it. He tried to reach for my book.

"I am taking this from you before you kill me," Draco said with a smile. I extended my arm out so he couldn't take it. Draco was practically right on top of me reaching for the book. I waved my arm around because Draco is taller than me and could probably reach it.

When he was about to grab it, I dropped it from my grasp and laughed.

"You can't get it." I sang. I looked up at Draco and he had a disappointed look. He looked down at me and smirked.

He came close to my ear and whispered, "Hufflepuff, you should probably wear that shirt on a date. You'll get the guys easy that way."

He sat back and smirked. I looked at him weirdly before looking down. My shirt was loose fitting with a wide back, and when I looked down, my bra practically hung out the shirt. It probably fell down when Draco tried to grab the book.

Instantly it felt as though my face was on fire as my arm flung around, covering my chest.

"Stupid!" I shouted and with my right hand, I grabbed the nearest object and threw it at him.

"Hey don't blame me! It's your fault," He said. I quickly fixed my shirt, pissed off at him. I took a book from the pile and began reading. Stupid Draco. Stupid shirt. How embarrassing!

I heard a chuckle from Draco, but I stayed focused on the book. The book was upside down, and I knew that if Draco found out, he would tease me more than he already had. A couple of minutes later , when I was sure that Draco was no longer looking at me, I looked up from my book and out of the corner of my eye, I stole a glance from him. He was paging through a book, looking quite bored.

Then a thought came into mind. Snape! Professor Snape should know. He used to be a former death eater. I quickly stood up, and I rushed to the exit of the library. Why did the Library have to be so far away from the common rooms!

I came to Snape's classroom. I took a second to catch my breath before walking in. He was at his desk with some students preparing potions at their desks. He looked up at me and narrowed his eyes. I wandered over to his desk, his glare following me closely.

"What do you want Miss Morgan?" He challenged. I needed to say something so he would know that I am not fooling around.

"I know who Lindsay's father is and I know you served him strictly for a time," I said as my hand tightened nervously around my bag. I felt my legs grow weak, but I can't let him see that. I can't have him see how terrified I am.

He peered around at the classroom before narrowing his eyes at me. He began to utter, "That's quite an accusation. Now, why don't you go do whatever Hufflepuff's do before I take away house points?"

"Should I tell everyone how you actually have a soft spot for Potter because you are in love with his mom," I whispered loud enough for him to hear.

"In my office now so we can talk detention." He responded angrily and pushed me towards his office. I walked into his office and looked around. The walls were lined with shelves. Instead of books on the shelves they were lined with large glass jars filled with potion ingredients and potions. The office also had a fireplace, but it wasn't lit, making the area dim and cold. In the corner a cupboard stood, but what was inside, I didn't have a clue.

"I don't know what you think you know, but that mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble," Snape warned as he closed the door.

"I did my research well. I know almost every detail as though I was actually there." I said, keeping my ground. "Now you will tell me how to get Lindsay's memories back."

"If you know who Lindsay's father is then you know who took her memories. Are you sure you want to go against him?" Snape said.

"I will do anything to help my friend. Even if that means going against you-know-who." I said.

"Foolish girl," Snape muttered and went over to his desk. He grabbed a piece of paper and began writing something on it. He handed to me the paper and began to pull a few ingredients from his shelf. He handed them to me and I placed them carefully in my bag.

"Thank you," I said and began to depart.

"You are going to get yourself killed if you keep going on this path," Snape said. I turned to him and smiled.

"I already wish I wasn't born," I said calmly and left the room.