Author's note: All right, although I haven't posted all these on the same day, I've written: The end of chapter two, the intire of chapter 3, and 4, and now I'm starting chapter 5...does this show that I have a lot of time on my hands or what? Okay, so I don't own any of the charecters, 'sept for Samma, Draku (I promise I'll bring him back!), and Twilight... Enjoy... Oh, and it recently dawned on me...I've been spellin' Snape's name wrong haven't I?
Chapter 5
"Join me for a mug of Butterbeer in say...oh...twenty minutes?" Snape asked, the snow falling down around him, and the rest of the student's as they stopped in Hogsmead.
"Sure." Twilight nodded, smiling, "I gotta go get some things..." She walked the oppiset direction of of where everyone else was headed, and pushed her way into a deserted store.
"Good afternoon, Kinnder." She smiled at one of her fellow vampire's behind the desk.
"What's so good about it, eh?" Kinnder asked, crossing his arm's, speaking with a heavy accent, "I'v 'ad about enough of 'ese 'o ca'ulled children...Glad me never 'ad any I am."
"We all are." She smiled, "You know what I want..."
"Sure do Missy...I 'aun't belive you'v run 'ought al'ready...Hooked you up with a 'ole crate full 'o blood I did..." He muttered, walking back into the back storage room, "Mus' be 'ard tryin' no't te' 'ill anyone...Wit all them's about." He came back into sight, with a large crate full of flasks, "That'll be 'o say ten galleon's dear."
"Ten? It was twenty last time I asked for this much!"
"It's yo' Chris'mas presant deary...ha've off, jus' fer you." He winked at her.
"You sly old fox..." She smiled at him, and pushed the full twenty galleons at him, "Here..."
"No, I'm bein' sincer' I am Miss. It's on me!"
"All right...But I'm not lookin' to fufill any twisted things you need done..." She smirked at him, "Have a nice day, Kinnder."
" 'Ou too Miss. 'Ou too." He nodded her out of his shop.
For as long as she could remember, she had always bought flasks's of blood by the crate full from Kinnder, a kindly old Vampire, who had long ago given up trying to kill his prey, and found it more recorceful to sell it, and before she was getting it from Kinnder, her father got it from him for her...But those where the times before his down fall...from that drated Lily Potter, and her stupid, feeble love for Harry...
She shook her head just thinking about it, and walked into Honeyduke's, where everyone was crowed around, either at the stand's of candy, or at the counter, paying for them.
She walked back out, waiting for it to slow down in there before she attempted to go inside, and walked across to Zonko's Joke Shop, which was almost as packed full.
"Hermione, you can at least 'talk' to me...please?" Krum was closely following her, pushing through the crowed, "Sorry...'scuse me...Hello Twilight."
"Hello Viktor..." She looked at him, her crate under her arm.
"Need some help with that?" He asked, nodding at her box.
"No thanks..." She shook her head, and pushed past him, picking up a few things as she made her way up to the counter.
"Are you sure? I'd be more then happy to help you-"
"Weren't you chasing after Hermione?" She spun around.
"Well..." He turned away sheepishly.
"Well?" She urged him on.
"Oh nevermind...I'll see you later Twi..." Viktor turned, and walked away.
"Fool..." she muttered, standing at the front counter, and paying for her perchases.
She checked her watch, and saw she still had about ten minutes before she had to meet Serevus in the Three Broomsticks, so she desided to go over and get some chocolate frogs, and other candy's, from Honeyduke's before she did.
She got there earlier, but it was all right, because Snape was already sitting at a back table.
"Hi." She sat down next across from him, setting her crate, and bags on the floor by her feet.
"Hi. Whats in the box?" He raised an eyebrow.
"It's for me, so don't be thinking it's for you." She told him off.
"I would never think that!" he gasp, with fake astonishment, "So what is it?"
"What do you think if it's for me, and not you?"
"I think you just like saying that."
"For me, and not you."
"Yea, thats it..."
"It's blood, OK?"
Snape raised an eyebrow, "OK..."
"OK..." She turned away, "Wonder what 'ol Kinnder gave me this time..." She rolled her eyes, "Last time it gnome...discusting..."
"Gnome blood? Then even sounds discusting!" Snape mentally gaged.
"Exactly..." She shrugged, "Which is why I had to return it, and get a different kind...Veela I belive...oh boy that was...not even discribable..."
"Good, or discusting?"
"Good." She nodded, "But don't get into discussions with me about different blood types..."
"All right...all right..." He held his hand's up in defence.
"All right." She nodded at him.
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"All right...who ever catch's the snitch first..." Viktor read off his chalange.
"Oh, couldn't you have been a bit more creative then that, Vik?" Twilight asked, crossing her arms.
"What's wrong with this? I think it's perfectly fine...it's what we're both best at..." He stared her down.
"What's your point?" Her hand rose, and the small golden ball was in her hand, "Guess I must be best of the best...I didn't even have to get on my broom..."
"Twi...please?"
She released it, and the ball it fluttered away, disappering.
They looked at each other, Twilight standing on her broom, not really affected that is was rising tens, of twenty's, of fifty's of feet in the air, while Krum shook his head at her.
"What's wrong Vik?" She asked, knowing it annoyed him to no end, "Can't do this yet?"
"You already know I'm to clumbsy for that, and I'd fall..." He told her.
"You said it, not me..." Twilight jumped off her broom...or did she? Viktor's eye's where failing him terribly.
"What are you doing?" He asked, blinking a few times.
"I'm standing here...what else?" Twilight asked.
"Whatever...." He waved her off.
"Eye's playing tricks on you Viktor?" Suddenly she was standing in mid air, her broom falling down, down, down to the ground.
"STOP IT!" He turned away.
"What's wrong Viktor?" She moved around him.
"Just stop it Twi! Stop playing with my mind!"
"Oh, I'm sorry Vik..." Suddenly she was sitting snootily on her broom, her leg's crossed on the knee, "Is this better Vik?"
"Let me see how everyone else see's you..." He turned away from her.
"Like this?" She spun him around, and he was suddenly facing her, only she was dark, and dank. Her skin sunken, and pale. Her lips covered in blood, and her fang's pearlie white.
"No!" He yelled.
"Problem's?" She asked, suddenly looking like her normal self, standing on her broom once more.
"Just stop it..." He told her.
"Don't move..." She warned, and suddenly jumped, grabbing the snitch from behind him, and caught hold of her own broom before she fell.
"That was a stupid move! You could have been killed!" Viktor begain worrying over her, helping her back onto her broom.
She raised an eyebrow at him, "Oh I dout that Viktor...I dout that..."
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It was Christmas vacation at last, and the other's had all left, leaving the Slytherin Common room bear, execpt for those lowly ones...Meaning Twilight, Draco, and Viktor, who still refused to leave..
Samma had gone back home for the Winter holiday, leaving Twilight alone...no one to confide in, not that Samma was much help for that, but still...knowing she was there helped her a bit. But in Samma's absent's there was alway's Severus of course...
It was a lonely night, the snow falling out side in thick sheets, the roof of the Great Hall was a dark black, with shining white snowflakes falling down past it, which made it seem like any moment now, the snow was going to just begin crashing through the ceiling,and splatter the intire room...
The school was so empty, they resorted to eating at just one table for dinner that evening.
"Much more homier, don't you think?" Dumbledor had asked cheerfully, passing around a plate of chicken.
"Much..." Mainly everyone agreed.
Malfoy was busy staring at Twilight across from him, Viktor doing the same next to him, and she narrowed her eye's at the both of them.
"Take a picture...it last's longer..." She retorted.
"Now, now, Twilight...This is supposed to be a festive occastion!" Dumbledor tried to get everyone into a spiritive mood.
"Tell them to stop looking at me like I'm...I'm...some..."
"Scarlet woman?" Ron Weasly interjected.
"No..." She stared at him, shaking her head, "Scarlet woman in deed..."
"Well..." He shrugged,and turned toward Harry, whispering under his breath.
"Draco...Viktor..." Dumbledor looked at them "If she's asked you to stop, please oblige,"
"Sorry Professer..." They muttered under their breaths.
"I'll be right back..."Twilight pushed her chair back, and Snape caught a peice of her robe, before she got to far.
"Where are you going?" He whispered, not wanting to interupt any of the conversation around them.
"I'm going to be right back..." She tugged free of him, and made her way out of the room.
She came back a few moment's later, and dropped a flask of something on the table, before sitting down again.
"What is it this time?" Viktor asked, "Veela? Gnome? Pheniox? Dare I ask Unicorn?"
"You know I wouldn't touch the stuff unless it was a last resort, and I was desperate..." Twilight glared at him, "And for your information, it's none of those..."
"Mmm...really?" Viktor raised an eyebrow, "What is it then?"
"Your's..." She retorted, and his mouth fell open.
"That's not possiable...I gave you my donation yeeeear's ago..."
"It's called a freezer..."
"Freezer my behind..." Viktor suddenly stood, his chair clattering behind him
"Watch what you wish for..." Twilight smiled, standing also.
"Why? What are you going to do?" Viktor asked.
"Mmm...don't tempt me..." She begain laughing..
"To much of that muggle cocain, or whatever that is?"
"No..." She shook her head, and dug inside of her robe for her wand, which she grasp after a momet, "Like I said...watch what you wish for..."
"You wouldn't..." He snarled.
"I would, and you know it."
"Have you really resorted to this? Childish little pranks like so?"
"Never...I just like watching you skirm..."
"It should have been you at the bottom of that lake last year...I would have left you there of course...but still..."
"Ah, yes...when you saved your 'Hermy-own-ninny'..." She copied his accent, "I watched every moment of it, but alas...it's not even a year to the date that you did save her...not to mention you may of just bitten her in half with those teeth, until Harry gave you that rock. The only reason I wasn't at the bottom of that lake was because they couldn't get my to sleep...It wore off after a few minutes..."
The rest of the table was silent as they watched the two of them.
"Pity...I could have let you drown..." Viktor's eye's where closely knitted together as he stared at her, concentrating.
"Must you really talk about the bottom of that lake?" Harry spoke up.
"Would you rather we talked about task three?" Twilight looked at him, "By the way, my father is doing so much better now...it won't be long until-"
"Twilight...please?" Dumbledor said softly, looking at her with calm eye's.
He wasn't angry, no. Worried perhaps, but angry no. His eye's didn't show his emotion, but next to him, Snape's eye's where darting between Twilight, Dumbledor, Harry, and Viktor, waiting for some sort of fight to erupt.
"Sorry Professer..." She sat down, and stared across the table at Viktor, beginning to play her mind games with him, so to him, she was still standing.
He sat down and stared back at her, apperntly her mind not into paying with his, so it wasn't working as well, or maybe it was....his eye's where darting off course.
She toyed with his mind a bit more, changing her image to him, and he turned away from her, and began talking to Harry about Quidditch.
"Ah, yes...that stupid Fient...and who did you learn that from...Viktor?" Twilight heard him talk about how much practice it had taken to get the fient to work for the Quidditch World Cup the year before.
He ignored her, but Harry didn't.
"You taught him how to do that?" He was astonished.
"Yes, I unfortunitly made him into what he is today...minus the ja-"
"Twilight!" Dumbledor stopped her again, "If your going to be in such a spoiled mood, could you take the conversation to another part of the room?"
"I'm sorry Professer...but having Viktor around me so much sometimes rub's off a bit..."
"I understand..." He nodded.
"Did she really teach you all about Quidditch, Krum?" Ron turned to Viktor, leaning around Harry to look at him.
"Yes, I suppose it's true..." Viktor shrugged, turning away from them.
"A girl taught Viktor Krum how to play Qudditch?!" Ron, and Harry turned to stare at each other.
"You sound so suprized." Twilight tilted her head.
"If your so good, why arn't you on the team?" Ron asked.
"Why do you think?" Twilight glinted her fang's, which had now come back into her mouth a few week's before.
"Oh..." He nodded, "That's rude! If a player is good enough for the team, then they should take precautions! They shouldn't just reject a good player because their not...well..."
"You can say it. Normal. I didn't get on the team, because I'm not set to their standard's of normal."
