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Enough of my babble, here is chapter 25...
You had no intention on barging into one of Snape's classes and causing a riot, but you were sorely tempted. If he was in the middle of a class you did not know exactly how you would handle yourself. You couldn't start yelling and condemning a professor in front of your peers without some major consequences, but you were worried you wouldn't be able to control your temper.
You slowly open the door to find an empty classroom. Completely empty. No Snape in sight. You decide to check his office before you venture off to look for him elsewhere. Without knocking you open the door. And there was Snape sitting at his desk, looking bored to be alive.
"Miss Iverson, is knocking a foreign concept to you?" he says in, what a shocker, a bored tone. He didn't even look up to see that it was you. He is so weird.
"It's amazing what I can forget when I am forced to drink a forgetfulness potion."
"So you have your memory back? And already. That was faster then I thought." He notes dully shifting through some papers on his desk. You were becoming increasingly annoyed that he has yet to even glance up at you.
"Faster then you thought? Or faster then you'd hope? Because I would love to know what that whole stunt was about in the first place." You state, folding your arms over your chest.
"I have absolutely no idea what you are referring to Miss Iverson." He replies, still not looking up. You fight back the urge to growl at him.
"You are a liar."
"Twenty-five points from Gryffindor. Would you like me to make it fifty?" he says in a deadly cold voice, finally glaring up at you.
"What did I ever do to you Professor?" you scream. No longer able to hold anything back you let him have it. "I know you had an extra vile of that antidote somewhere. You are anything but incompetent. So why did you do it? You wanted me to be powerless to Draco Malfoy? You wanted to annoy Harry Potter? You wanted to hurt me? Who knows why the hell you did it. But I hope you are satisfied, because it all worked. Dumbledore may think whatever he wants, but you don't fool me for a second. My dad chose a great right-hand man, I'll give you that much."
Not wanting to wait for him to dock more points from your house you leave. You are breathing hard as you make your way to charms. You had just screamed at a professor, and accused him of being in league with Voldemort. It wouldn't surprise you if everything you had said was true, but you had this odd feeling like there was more to him. Even if you didn't know what it was. You wanted to kick the wall you were so furious. So much for a calm, rational adult talk. He probably hates you even more now. You really have got to stop pissing people off.
Later that night you found yourself alone in the room of requirement. Harry, Ron and Hermione had just left, leaving you alone with your thoughts. It was fun hanging out with them, telling them all about last night and what happened in this very room with Christy. And then making Harry laugh when Ron told him how you cursed Luke. It had made you forget that you were not normal for a while. It was nice.
And now it was your turn to head back to the Gryffindor tower. You did not explain to them exactly what you said to Snape, even though they had prodded. If anything they would see how Snape treats you next class and figure out what happened themselves. Yelling at a professor, especially Snape, would not get swept under the rug. Turning around a corner you almost run into Draco.
"I assume you got your memory back." Draco suggests, smirking slightly at you.
"I did." You say shortly. You wanted to get up to the dorm and sleep. That's all you wanted to do.
"And do you remember anything?"
"You mean how you took advantage of my situation?" you ask, raising an eyebrow. You knew full well he was directly referencing your little make-out session. The one he didn't force you into. It must have been a huge change for him.
"I did no such thing. I simply let you come to your own conclusions. And besides, you were the one on top of me remember?" He was totally enjoying the recap in his head, you could tell. It made you want to cringe. If you were evil you would be a total whore; that was obvious.
"Yeah. I remember." You mutter looking away.
"Don't be shy. You practically dominated me, and you looked good doing it." He adds suggestively, not even trying to act like he wasn't staring straight at your boobs.
"Let's get something straight Draco. You and I are friends, and I use that term loosely. What happened today will not be happening again any time soon."
"I'm a patient guy. And now that I know you were using Potter this entire time only makes you that more appealing." He says, now practically leering at you. You would have sworn he was going to start humping the air soon. Boys are such pigs.
"I still have a reputation to uphold Draco so you can't go blabbing to everyone and their mother about what happened got it?"
"It'll be our little secret. And Potter's too." He chuckles.
"You don't have to worry about Harry. I took care of him." You say, wanting to keep Draco as far from Harry as possible, for as long as possible.
"But how did you…" before he could finish his question you push him up against the wall, glaring daggers at him.
"Do not question me. If I said I took care of it, I did. End of discussion."
He looks at you wide eyed, completely taken off-guard by your sudden mood-swing. You back away from him, calming down. Draco had to presume you were in control of everything, otherwise it might all unravel.
"Someone needs some sleep." He says, rubbing his shoulder where you pushed him.
"Tell me about it." You mumble.
"See you later sexy." He says giving you a wink.
"Do not call me that." You yell at him as he walks away. You were beginning to have a nauseated feeling that this plan of yours could go horribly horribly wrong.
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The week goes by in a blur. Snape did not mention your outburst, and he did not seem to let it affect his attitude towards you. He still wasn't pleasant, but he hadn't gotten any worse. The fake animosity between Harry and you died down, allowing you two to actually be friends again in public. But you also made sure you spent time with some Slytherins, like the bartender whose name you found out was Laurel. She wasn't bad, and it kept anyone from nagging you about only hanging with the Golden Trio.
It was breakfast on Saturday when Dumbledore stood up in front of the entire school to give an announcement.
"As you all know, Halloween is in two weeks. We have decided to throw a costumed ball. It is not for the faint of heart for there will be professors dancing." Most of the people around you laughed, "Use your trip to Hogsmeade this weekend wisely. You do not want to show up as a turnip."
And that was the end of his speech. He was the most eclectic man ever. The great hall was buzzing with the news. Hermione, who sat next to you looked distraught. Ron, who sat in front of her, looked oblivious. You were beginning to wonder if something was seriously wrong with his head if he could not realize how Hermione felt for him. Speaking of feelings Harry was late. You look towards the entrance and see him standing there talking to some dark haired girl. Probably helping her with something, like the wonderful guy he is. You smile to yourself and turn back around to your food.
"I wonder what Cho is bugging Harry about now." Ron mumbles through the food that so eloquently filled his mouth.
"Who knows," Hermione sighs, still sounding way too melancholy.
"Is that the girl he's talking to?" you ask, your curiosity getting the better of you.
"Yeah. His ex-girlfriend so to speak." Ron answers, still gobbling down food.
"His other ex-girlfriend," Hermione adds quickly. She was always the one who helped you keep the whole charade going half the time.
"Right." You say, glancing back at him again. He was still talking to her. She looked as if she was laughing, and yes she just pushed him lightly. In that flirty "I cant believe you just said that" kind of way. That little bitter feeling of jealousy was starting to stir about in your stomach. You look away. Just take a deep breath. She was history. Even though you didn't know her history. Harry had failed to ever even mention her. Which is a good sign right? She couldn't have been that big of a deal then. If she was important he will bring her up. You were not going to turn into a jealous monster because Harry is a nice guy and does not ignore his Ex-girlfirend completely.
"We all going to Hogsmeade together then?" Harry asks taking a seat next to you. You fought the urge to lean over and kiss him showing everyone you were definitely still a couple.
"Sounds great." You say instead, smiling at him. He gives you a wink and begins to eat.
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"What do you think about this one?" Hermione asks lifting this ugly brown smock up to her.
"Dear lord put that back. What have I told you about touching things." You chuckle, going back to sifting through the racks and racks of costumes. It was a zoo in here, a shop set up exclusively for the ball in two weeks. And after an hour of searching neither one of you had found anything remotely good.
"This is getting ridiculous. I mean what the hell is this supposed to be anyways?" you grumble pulling out what might have been a whale costume or maybe it was supposed to be a nun costume.
"Maybe the good ones have all gone." She replies sounding sad again. Only you knew it had nothing to do with the fact she couldn't find a costume. She was so sure Ron was never going to ask her to the dance. Of course you had told her it was still two weeks away, but for the first time you saw Hermione lose her composure and throw a small pity party for herself. And that was when you decided it was time to shop. Though shopping was obviously not having the desired effect.
"Look at this!" you shout pulling out a long white dress. It looked like something a Greek goddess would have worn. "Here, go try it on." You say shoving it in Hermione's hands.
"But you found it, I couldn't."
"You can, and you will. Now go."
She smiles slightly and leaves you alone with the rack of costumes. Now it was your turn. Though you had to admit, what was the point of getting all dolled up in some cool costume when you couldn't even go with your boyfriend?
"Hey Lanae!"
You look around and see Laurel coming towards you. She looked happy, which only happens sometimes. Specifically when she is away from Draco. He always put her in a dark mood for some reason.
"How are you? Did you find a costume?" you ask.
"You are now looking at the sexiest pirate to have ever sailed the seven seas. What about you?"
You laugh coldly, "Are you kidding? I'm lucky I found one for Hermione. Maybe I'll just go in my uniform and do some zombie make-up."
"Actually, why don't you go as a Slytherin?"
Your eyes open wide. She was a genius! That would be hilarious.
"You are terrific Laurel! Could I borrow your tie and cloak?"
"Of course. It will be wicked. I'll catch up with you later," she says, giving you a slight wave as she left the store. Hermione came around the rack just then grinning ear to ear.
"It is absolutely perfect." She squeals giving you a small hug.
"I knew it would be. Now come on let's go pay so we can meet up with the guys."
"But what about you? You didn't find anything?" she asks no longer smiling.
"No, but that is okay because I have found a solution to my problem. I am going to go as a Slytherin. I already know someone I am going to borrow a tie and cloak from!"
She chuckles while shaking her head slightly.
"Lanae you are incredibly odd."
"I know I know. Now let's pay and get out of here."