A/N: Wonderful RP with my two favorite people yesterday! Inspiration!

Chapter 4: THE SWEATY DEAL

After Dorrea's run in with the sweaty secret admirer in the morning, she joined her fellow snake in walking towards the Great Hall for some lunch.

"And that is why Gaunt's Theory of the inability of creating love can be disproved! Now, Professor Mae just wouldn't see things my way, and I can't understand how she would overlook the properties of-" As the first year Slytherin continued to ramble on, they were suddenly halted mid-step by the glisten of sweat radiating from one Gryffindor's forehead.

"Hey, hot stuff! Fancy seeing you here!" The muscular boy wiped some of the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand and gave the taller snake a sly grin.

"Ugh. It's you…" Hannah's shoulders slumped fractionally as she gave the boy a distasteful look.

Dorrea gave a grimace. "Twice in one day? Wonderful." She grumbled under her breath.

"Twice?" Hannah's curious eyebrow rose.

"Unfortunately."

The Gryffindor boy cleared his throat. "Care to join me at the Gryffindor table?" He gestured with his hand in the direction of the Great Hall, obviously flexing his overly large muscles in the process.

"I'd rather eat off the floor." Hannah deadpanned.

Stumbling a bit at her bluntness, the boy pressed onward. "We could do a picnic if you prefer sitting on the ground?"

With an eye roll, the older Slytherin gave a huff. "No. I'm not interested in sharing a meal with you, got it?"

"How about a drink? I think I could guess something you'd like." He puffed out his chest in confidence.

"Were you dropped on your head as an infant or something? No!"

"Not one for drinks then? Understandable, alcohol is for manly men such as myself after all." He gave a hearty chuckle, placing his hands on his hips to make himself appear larger.

An annoyed huff came from the smaller, green eyed girl. "Look," her eyes narrowed at the boy, "I told you that you should cease your attempt at courting her-"

"Yes, yes. Run along now shorty, the adults are speaking." He shooed her away with his hands, turning back to Hannah and rolling his eyes. "Kids, am I right?"

Dorrea's eyes flashed, her magic sparking around her. "What did you just call me?" Her voice was chilly and quiet, she pulled her wand from her robe pocket.

Hannah narrowed her eyes. "I'm the only one who gets to call her that. Got it?" The older snake, like Dorrea, had grown up as an only child and liked to think of her friends as the siblings she never had. Zack as her twin, Jude as her annoying little sister, and so on.

Frowning in a confused and annoyed manner, the boy continued. "She's just a kid. No need to get so defensive." He ran a hand through his short hair. "Now, as I was saying-"

"A child, am I?" Dorrea's teeth gnashed together furiously. "I'll show you what a child is capable of." She raised her wand, a curse on the tip of her tongue.

"Jude," Hannah hissed. "Don't. He's not worth it."

Glancing at her older companion from the corner of her eyes, the smaller snake began to lower her wand.

A smug chuckle came from the sweaty boy. "I'd listen to your betters, shorty. Quit while you're ahead and save yourself the embarrassment."

Green eyes widened at the comment. "Epulor Ligurio*!" The younger snake yelled, throwing a yellow curse at the boy's face.

The Gryffindor flew backwards a couple of feet, writhing on the ground and making choking noises as he frantically grasped at his throat.

Hannah ran her hand over her face and groaned. "Seriously? That is going to bite us in the ass."

Dorrea gave a sneer at the boy on the floor. "He needed to learn how to hold his tongue."

Ruffling her short chopped hair in mild irritation, Hannah cursed as she watched the boy grab wildly at his throat and drool dribble out of his mouth. "Dragon balls… still a stupid thing to do."

The little heiress gave a pout. "Oh please, don't tell me you don't find this amusing."

Hannah replied with a smirk. "Of course I find it amusing, but using a spell like that here is not smart."

"Well," Dorrea gave a sigh. "It's not like anyone is around-" She stopped as she heard voices coming towards them from further down the corridor.

As the boy on the floor struggled on the floor, groaning loudly to try and alert someone, Hannah let out a few Norwegian swear-words. "Shut-up you baboon!"

The little snake's eyes darted back to the sweaty boy on the floor. "Finite Incantatem." Releasing the curse, her eyes returned to watching the corridor behind them nervously.

Gasping loudly, panting and sweating on the floor, the boy propped himself up on his shaky arms. "Y-you, th-that was a-a d-dark c-curse."

With a raised eyebrow, Hannah pointed at their Slytherin crests. "Uh, duh!"

While it was known that Slytherins were favorable to dabbling in the Dark Arts, most kept their preferences hidden from the general populace due to its negative reputation and frequent targeting of Magical prohibitions. It was assumed that most of the Ancient and Noble houses, the Sacred 28 Pureblood families, actively taught and practiced forms of dark arts.

An heiress to one of the Sacred 28, the family of Jude, sneered at the boy. "Still think I am a child?"

Hearing the voices down the corridor get closer, he shakily stood up from the ground. "I-I'll tell the h-headmaster about th-this." He panted and gave a grin. "You'll be ex-expelled for s-sure."

"And who would believe you?" Dorrea gulped and gave a slightly nervous chuckle.

Hannah chimed in, narrowing her eyes. "If you think that spell was bad, you're naïve as you are dumb." Her grey-ish eyes took on a malicious tint. "I know things that would make your ancestors run further back to the past. Quit while you can."

Wiping a streak of sweat from his forehead, the boy licked his lips nervously. "She still has traces of dark magic on her wand, I could get her expelled right now."

"And I can still be around to destroy your life."

"Maybe so, but," he paused as the voices got closer. "She will still be expelled." He leaned against the wall behind in for support, crossing his shaking arms across his chest.

"And your life will slowly crumble and collapse. You will look over your shoulders, lose your mind, and you will never see me coming." The older snake's aura turned dark.

Pupils dilated, either in fear or in excitement, the boy's face flushed at the thought of Hannah stalking him. "I wouldn't mind that." He leered perversely, grinning.

"I can assure you," she growled. "It won't be nice."

"Look," Dorrea narrowed her eyes at the boy and looked nervously over her shoulder. "Maybe we can come to some sort of agreement?" Her gaze flickered back and forth between the voices in the corridor behind them and the boy.

Licking his lip nervously, he wiped a bit of sweat from his forehead. Locking eyes with Hannah, he pushed himself off the wall he was leaning against. "Well, if you're sure you want to get your friend expelled." Walking past the two snakes, ready to turn them over to the group of voices coming towards them, the boy paused and looked back at them from over his shoulder. "Unless…"

Hannah's eye narrowed. "Out with it."

Quickly turning around on the spot, almost stumbling, he blurted out. "One date." He cleared his sore throat and held up one finger.

Dorrea growled as Hannah gave an 'ew' sound.

"One, just one. And you will save your friend from expulsion." He gave the older snake an unusually serious stare.

Mumbling and grumbling in Norwegian, Hannah took a contemplative stance. After a bit of debating with herself, she switched back to English. "Fine, but this will be on my terms."

Dorrea gave her friend a stunned look.

The boy nodded gleefully.

"One!" She held up a finger. "This will be the only one. No more dates after this. You don't get to nag." She held up another finger. "Two! You will pay for everything." She raised another finger. "Three! You don't get to brag about this. If you do, I'll make sure you disappear. And I will get away with it, I assure you."

The boy gulped.

"And finally," she turned to Jude. "You, my short friend," Dorrea gave a glare at the comment. "You have to come too. You can bring someone if you want, but you started this mess and you have to keep us company. I hope you're happy Judes."

The little snake sputtered indignantly. "What?! Why do I have to get dragged into this!"

"Well, I could say no and get you expelled." Hannah raised a challenging eyebrow.

Dorrea grumbled. "Fine…"

Narrowing her eyes at the boy, daring him to challenge her terms, she continued. "Deal?"

The boy's eyes glittered with joy. "A double-date it is then? Sounds fine with me!" He lunged forward and grasped both of Hannah's hands in his large sweaty ones, Dorrea grimace at the squishy noise of his hands. "You won't regret this!" He gave a huge, confident smile.

Hannah's hands squirmed and she felt a repulsed shiver crawl up her spine. "Well then," she managed to wrench her hands free. "Off you go then. Bye."

"This weekend is a Hogsmeade weekend, I'll pick you up at around 10 or so in the morning in front of the Great Hall entrance." Running a hand through his hair, he then waved and sprinted past the oncoming group of people walking down the corridor.

"Uggghhhh." Hannah held her hands out in front of her like they had the plague.

Quickly pulling out a handkerchief from her pocket, Dorrea handed it to the older snake. "Here, disinfect yourself."

"Gladly." She furiously wiped her hands with the lacey piece of cloth as they continued on their way to the Great Hall for their lunch.

Sitting down at the table full of green and black emblems and robes, the messy haired Slytherin piled a random assortment of food on her plate and began to dig in.

Dorrea took her place next to the girl, ignoring the annoyed looks from the upperclassmen Slytherins – although she was a first year, and should sit with the other first years, she often sat with Hannah anyway. She sighed at Hannah's strange combination of food choices while placing a few finger sandwiches and fruit on her own plate. Spearing a grape with her fork, she paused.

"Hannah?" Dorrea turned to face the older girl. "How am I going to go to Hogsmeade?" She wondered in a low voice. She was only a first year and only third years and older could leave the castle.

Shrugging, Hannah took a sip of her coffee. "We'll figure it out."

The heiress gave her an unimpressed look. "Very well then." She picked up her fork with the grape on it and lifted it to her mouth, only to pause again.

"Hannah?"

"Me?"

"Yes, you." Dorrea rolled her eyes. "Did you catch his name?" She frowned and tilted her head to the side in thought. "I don't think he told us."

Hannah frowned in thought. "Uhh, no. He didn't tell us."

Dorrea have an amused snort.

"What an imbecile."

A/N: Next up is the dreaded date. Bum, bum, BUMMMMM!