"Will you calm down!"

"Calm down?" I ask Ginny, from the now quiet common room. The party for Harry being made a Hogwarts champion had ended and Gryffindor house, save for me, Ginny, Fred and George had all gone to bed. "Calm down?" I ask again before turning out of the common room and heading towards the dungeons.

I meet no one along the way and am surprised when I see the doorway to Snape's office cracked open. Not hearing voices, I knock.

"What?" Snape's upset voice exclaims and the door is thrown open revealing a disheveled Snape holding a half empty glass of Fire Whiskey.

"Well hello to you too," I state as his face softens. From the state of his hair, I can tell that he's had his hands through it. His robe is off and his shirt un-tucked from his black pants.

"It's past curfew, why are you here?" he asks me as he walks to his desk and sits on its top.

I glare at him. "I don't think you need to ask that."

He nods at me, without his customary smirk. It seems he's not in the sarcastic mood, which is a testament as to how serious he currently is.

"I'm scared," I say softly, not sure if he will understand me. It seems that he does, however, when he reaches out and pulls me towards him into a hug. "One in four contestants who have entered the contest have died," I say into his chest. "And I care about two out of four. That's a fifty-fifty chance that someone I care about will die."

I can hear as well as feel him sigh as he rubs my back. I look up at him. "How did Harry's name come out of that Goblet?"

"I haven't a clue," he replies. "There's no way that he could have gotten past that age line. I'd stake my life on it."

I pull back and smile at him. "You'd stake you life on Harry?"

"That wasn't what I meant," he replies with a glare, "and you know it."

Shrugging, I walk away from him towards the door, and then turn back to him. "What did Dumbledore and Moody say?"

"Dumbledore didn't say much," he replies, finishing his drink. "Mad-Eye thinks whoever put Harry's name in the Goblet is out to kill him."

"No kidding," I reply with a sigh.

"Get to bed, Tay."

I nod at him before walking out of his office and softly closing the door behind me. Yawning, I make my way out of the dungeons taking each stone step one at a time unlike my typical 2-3. Turning out of the hallway and towards the Entrance Hall I nearly walk into Moody.

"Black," he says slowly. "It's past curfew."

I sigh. "I'm just leaving Severus'. I felt the need for a conversation. Ask him yourself."

"Severus?" he asks me, a calculating look on his face. "Close to Professor Snape, are you?"

Looking at him in confusion, I nod. He knows this. What is this old bat playing at? "Yeah, you can say that."

"A bit odd with you being a Gryffindor."

"I'm a Black before a Gryffindor," I reply. If he wants to make me out to be a Dark witch, why not play into it? I'm already annoyed enough.

To my surprise, he smiles at me. "That you are girl. That you are. Let me ask you something."

I raise an eyebrow at him and he smirks. "You don't like me very much, do you, Black?"

"Well I have many reasons not to, don't you agree?" I ask in return, no clue where he is going with this.

He nods at me, a slight smile on his lips. "I like you, kid."

Continuing to look at him in confusion, he pats me on the back before continuing on his way through the castle.

Deciding to be bold, I change my direction so I'm heading not towards the Gryffindor common room but towards Dumbledore's office. I frown once I reach the large stone Gargoyle that guards his office, not knowing the password.

"Cockroach Cluster," I mutter. Nothing. "Bernie Botts. Blood Pop. Sugar Quill."

The Gargoyle slides aside revealing the staircase that I am all too familiar with by now. I climb the stairs slowly and pause when I get to the door. Before I can even knock Dumbledore tells me to enter.

I push the door open and close it behind me before approaching his desk where he's looking at me closely, no sign of surprise on his face.

"A bit past curfew, Miss Black, what brings you here?"

"Moody," I reply, sitting down.

Now he looks surprised. He had obviously thought that I would be here about Harry. "Whatever about?" he asks me. "Nothing has happened, has it?"

"No," I reply with a sigh.

"Then what is it?"

"He's different," I explain slowly. "He keeps asking me questions that he already knows the answers to and he's…well he's being nice to me."

Dumbledore nods. "Have you considered that he's turning over a new leaf?"

"Moody?" I ask with a laugh.

He frowns at me. "I don't know what you want me to say. I have seen nothing out of the ordinary and believe that he is quite capable of continuing his lessons."

"Fine," I reply, standing and walking towards the door.

"Good night Adara."

0o0o0o0o

Back in the common room, I find George waiting up for me and I frown. "You should have gone to bed."

"You're upset."

"I'm always upset."

He smiles at me and pats the couch beside him. Sighing, I walk over to him and plop down on the cushion next to him, smiling when he wraps his arm around my waist. "You really didn't have to wait up for me," I say, looking up at him.

He leans down and kisses me. "I wanted to."

At the gratitude I feel, I kiss him back. We haven't actually had a lot of alone time since we've started dating and after a few kisses George pulls back.

"What's up?" I ask him.

"Just wondering where your boundaries are," he replies, moving so he's facing me better. I grin at him as he gestures with his head for me to scoot down the couch more. I do as he suggests with a raised eyebrow and he rolls his eyes at me as he slowly lays half on top of me, using his right hand to brush a strand of hair out of my face.

His lips meet mine once more and just he brings his tongue to touch mine, someone clears their throat making both of us jump, and me fall on the floor.

"Asshole," I mutter, throwing a pillow at a laughing Fred from where I'm sitting on the floor now. "Why aren't you sleeping?" I ask, glaring at him.

He shrugs, sitting down next to George who had just sat up and quickly placed a pillow in his lap, making me give him a small smile which his face reddens at.

"I can't sleep if I don't know where he is," Fred admitted, holding his hand out to help me back on the couch. "Call it habit."

I nod at him from the cushion to his right. With a sigh, I lean my head on his shoulder and close my eyes.

"So feeling any better?" Fred asks me, draping his arm around my shoulders.

I shrug as much as I can from my current position and I can feel the couch shift. Opening my eyes, I see George stand.

"I'm knackered, Tay. I'm falling asleep," he says, "and so are you."

Fred laughs and helps me up from the couch. "I'd carry you but we can't get up the stairs without a broom."

I nod at him, trying to stifle a yawn as George walks up to me and places a kiss on my forehead. "Good night."

"'Night," I reply and Fred leans down to kiss my cheek. "You too."

He smiles at me and I head to my dorm for some very deep sleeping.