Authors note: Yea, I know this is getting to be one huge *bleep* story, eh? Oh well, what can I say? I'm bored, and I have a lot of time on my hands... OMG! Guess what...Don't you think that Jafar, from Aladdin, is exactly what Snape should look like? Or at least close to it? I mean maybe not that annoying voice, but seriously...that whole facail thing...OK, well that's it...For now...I only own: Draku, Sebrina, Samma, and Twilight...oh and any odd's 'n ends charecters... :o)

Chapter Eight.

Draco brushed back a lock of Twilight's hair later that night. The other girls had come in hours ago, and he still hadn't left. He had listened to them babble about Twilight for a few moments, then stretched out next to her, kissing her gently, and noislessly, as not to get the other girls's attentions.

"Are you gonna stay?" She whispered, her eye's flickering open, pulling the blanket up around her shoulders.

"Mmm-uh." He nodded, "If you don't have a problem with it."

"I don't mind." She shook her head.

They where more lip-syncing then talking really, as not to wake up the other girls.

"All right." He nodded, licking his top lip.

Twilight stared up into his eyes. He was quite handsome when he was hot, and sweaty, his hair tossled, red marks maring his shoulders, and chest, and down his back.

His blonde hair was mused, and ruffled from it's usual state, and his eyes where dreadfully clear, his lips red from being kissed, and there was a slightly dark mark on his neck, that was beginning to fade away.

Their clothes had just been pushed to the the foot of the bed, as not to look suspious to the other girls when they came in, which they hadn't even noticed that Twilight wasn't alone in bed...not that they would anyway, seeming the privacy curtains where drawn.

Draco watched Twilight's eyes flicker shut before putting an arm around her shoulder, and layed close to her, staring up at the top of the canacopuy (whatever! Excuse me if I can't spell!), thinking about nothing in particular...

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Harry stood in front of Draco the next morning, staring at him.

"Yes, Potter?" He asked, looking at him over his breakfast, chewing slowly.

"You stole my date!"

"What are you talking about?" Draco asked.

"Neither one of you showed up last night...and I know you asked her...what did she fall back on the plan, and dump me with Seb, and hang around with you all night?"

"As a matter of fact, yes...why?" Draco asked, and winced as Harry threw the first punch.

"Boys!" Professer McGonagall strode over, hands on her hips, "If you need to argue like that, I request that you take it outside!"

"Sorry Professer..." Harry was still glaring at Draco, "It was an instant reflex...It won't happen again."

"I hope not, Harry..." McGonagall shook her head, as she walked away, "I sure hope not."

"Are you finished Potter? Because if you don't mind, Twilight and I have some unfinished business..." Malfoy gave him a quick smile, as he stood and pushed back his chair, "By the way, she was screaming my name last night...wouldn't want you to have mistaken it..."

Harry glared after him, as he stode out of the Great Hall, followed closely by Crabbe, and Goyle. That's when he noticed that Twilight was just at the very end of the table, sitting, annoyed, by Viktor Krum.

Slowly he walked back over to the Gryffindor table, and sat between Hermione, and Ron, "Let the games begin..."

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"So, did you have fun with Harry last night?" Twilight asked Sebrina as she sat down.

"I suppose so..." She sighed, "He wasn't very enthusiastic about it..."

"I'm sorry..." Twilight sighed, and looked at her, "If it's any constellation, can I tell you a secret?"

"Sure..." Sebrina shrugged.

"You can't tell anyone..." Twilight whispered, "If I had taken Harry to that ball last night, I would have had to have killed him right then...I may never get another chance like that, but for what I got last night...it was worth it."

"Where were you anyway?" Sebrina crossed her arms, as if the whole thing about killing Harry hadn't phased her at all, "I thought you went up to get Draco, and you would be right down..."

"We desided to...ah...stay in?" Twilight smiled, "A girl never tells her secrets..."

Sebrina raised an eyebrow, "I have a feeling I don't want to know anyway..."

"Probably not." Twilight showed a glint of a fang as Snape walked into the room.

"Today...class..." He slammed a fist down on the table, "We will be working more on our stronger truth potions..."

Beside her, Sebrina sighed. She was no good at potions. She was more interested in Herbology, or Transfiguration...but Potions just didn't sit well with her. She liked things you could read about and understand...not things you where just expected to understand.

"Seb, I'll help you..." Snape spoke directly to her, before giving instructions, then walked over.

"Truth potions are simple..." He pulled a stool up, sighing, then begain to explain to her.

Sebrina stared at him, "Are you feeling all right?"

"Perfectly fine. Now you add this, to this-"

"Your explaining this to me..."

"Yes, that I am...do you want to pass?" Severus looked into her eyes.

"Well, of course, but you never explain this to me any other day..." Sebrina crossed her arms, and glanced over at Twilight who wasn't listening to the conversation, and was currently adding her ingredients in her couldrun, which bubbled a sickly color of green, before simmering lightly.

"Please don't argue with me." Severus shook his head, "Now are you going to let me explain this or not?"

"All right, fine..." She stared at him, waiting.

He finished explaining, and got up from the table, to walk around the class room, looking for people who where making the potion wrong.

"No, no...Bruhilda, it's this before that." He stopped infront of one of the Slytherin girls.

"Are you feeling all right Professer?" She was astonished.

"I'm fine..." He retorted, continuing on.

"Say," Sebrina leaned over toward Twilight, "Did that scratch you gave him cause this or something?"

"No." Twilight shook her head, letting the potion simmer easily.

"Do you know what-"

"He's trying to get me to think he's changed. Not that that's what I want. He thinks he's impressing me with his change." Twilight shook her head, "I don't need a wussy for a boyfriend. I need deatheater material right now..."

"You don't mean that..." Sebrina shook her head.

"Of course I mean it. Why would I lie about that?" Twilight glanced over at her.

"I don't know...but I know you still like him. No matter what you and Draco did last night." She rolled her eyes.

"How would you know?" Twilight raised an eyebrow, "So how did it go with Harry last night? Truthfully."

"Well, he told me I had beutiful eyes..." She sighed, crossing her arms, "It was kind of rude going with a younger guy though..." She crossed her arms.

"Poor dear." Twilight patted her shoulder, sitting back, and watching her potion bubble.

"If you want to know the truth," Sebrina leaned closer to her, "He is kind of cute..."

"Kind of?"

"All right, he really is..." She rolled her eyes, "Your so picky."

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"Twilight..." Harry aproched her at dinner that night, "Can I speak with you?"

"Yes?" She asked, looking at him over her plate.

"Are you busy later?" He asked, wringing his hands together.

"What do you mean 'later' exactly?" She asked.

"I mean later...any time really."

"Not really. I can probably work you into my schedual." She laughed.

"Ha...yea..." Harry have a slight laugh, "Would you meet me outside of the Library around ten?"

"Sure." She shrugged, "Whatever."


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Twilight stood in front of the library her arms crossed. Harry was late...oh sure, it was only a few minutes, but he was still late...

"Oh my.." Harry ran up, and slid down the wall next to the door, "Sorry I'm late...I had a hell trying to get out of the common room, without Hermione, and Ron..."

"It's all right I suppose. It was only a few minutes..." She uncrossed her arms, and set them on her hips.

"Anyway, I wanted to talk to you tonight...Oh no..." He glanced over his shoulder, at the figure comming up the hallway, "Get under here..." he flipped an invisablitly cloak over himself, and Twilight, just before Snape turned the cornor, ranting to himself, loudly.

"Your stupid...absoutly stupid..."

"He said it not me..." Harry muttered, just above a whisper.

"Just because she just happened to..." Snape suddenly turned in midwalk, and begain down the hallway the other side, "Your being stupid...Ask her if your so paranoid about it...Oh great, now I'm crazy too...Yes, I'm talking to myself in a deserted hallway- Ugh!" He disappered around the cornor.

"Do you always spy on teachers?" Twilight tossed her half of the cloak off, and Harry took off his own.

"No..." He shook his head, "Usually I ownly use it when I want to get away from people, or if I'm on 'one of my adventures' as people call them..."

"So what 'adventure' are you planning for your fourth year, here at Hogwarts..." Twilight whispered.

"I-I-I don't know yet..." Harry moved back agenst the wall.

"You don't know yet? No mysterys waiting to be solved? No battles between good, and evil?" Twilight ran a fingernail down one of his cheeks, "No women waiting to be uncovered?"

"N-no..." Harry shook his head slightly, as her fingernail slid down his cheek, across his jaw, and down the colom of his throut.

"Am I scaring you?" She whispered.

"O-Of course not..."

"Don't stutter..." She leaned closer to him, "It's unbecomming..."

"S-s-sorry."

"Your still doing it..." She smiled, licking her lips, her toung bearly touching his ear.

He took a deep intake of breath, and flattened up agenst the wall, and she took a step back, crossing her arms again.

"Any reason you asked me to come here tonight?" Twilight asked.

"No..." He shook his head, composing himself.

"Then I really need to be getting back to my common room..." She started to turn.

"Do you want to use this?" Harry held up his invisibility cloak to her.

"No thanks...your going to need it more then I am..." She told him, then started down the hall way.

Harry watched after her for a moment, before flipping the cloak around himself, and setting off in the oppiset direction.

It was about the time she was half way back, that she ran into Snape...literally...

They stared at each other for a moment, from the floor where they had fallen, their eyes flitting from each other every so often.

"Will you talk to me?" Snape finally asked, beginning to stand.

"What about? We've said everything, that has needed to be said..."

"What about..." He sighed, and glanced about the hallway, and took a step closer, "What about I love you? And I miss you?"

"Sorry I don't feel the same way..." Twilight stood, and and stared him in the eye, "Leave me alone..."

"But Twilight-"

"Leave me alone..." She started down the hallway again, not even glancing back at him, when he kicked at a suit of armor, which clattered to the floor, nosily.

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"Why arn't they moving?" someone whispered.

"I don't know..."

"Make way...Prefect...make way..." The prefect stopped suddenly, "Someone hurry and get a professer...Hurry!"

Someone ran past Twilight, and she watched them run down the hallway, back to the Great Hall, where most of the students, and teachers where still gathered.

"Let me through..." She pushed her way forward.

"Twi, I'm afraid I can-" She shoved past the prefect, and stared at the outlined door in the stone wall, that was the interence to the Slytherin Common room. There was a large green skull outlined on the door.

She turned, and crossed her arms, walking back down the hallway, soon to be passed by Dumbledore, and Snape.

They stood there for a moment, then Dumbledore motioned for Snape to go get her, and whispered something to him, before telling all them, "All right, back to the Great Hall, I shall give instructions there."

Twilight lost herself in the crowd, but broke apart from them, and walked out the grounds, Snape beginning to follow.

"Severus..." Dumbledore stopped him, "Let her go..."

He watched her pull the door open, and walk out across the grounds, letting the door blow shut with a loud crash.

"I'm going after her..." He shook his head at Dumbledore, "We don't know what she may-"

"Leave her be.She'll come back." Dumbledore patted him on the shoulder, "She always does."

Reluctantly, Snape followed him back into the Great Hall, and he sat up at the high table, all of hte Slytherin's whispering excitedly to one another.

Samma ran over, "Where is Twi?"

"She's on the grounds..." Dumbledore told her, "But let her-" it was to late. Samma had already ran past, and down the hallway.

Meanwhile, Twilight was already half way down the grounds, as Samma ran out on the grounds, after her.

"Twilight!" She yelled.

She shook her head, and kept walking.

"Stop! Don't go! He's just...He's just trying to get you there!"

"He knows how to get me." Twilight turned to her, "I don't belong here...Your such a god damn-"

"SHUT UP! There are people here who care about you! You think he honestly cares about you? No! Why the hell do you think I stopped showing up? He doesn't care! He just needs someone to do his bidding! Snape loves you! Malfoy loves you! God forbid Potter, and Krum love you!"

"What the hell are you on?" Twilight crossed her arms, "Did two years in America turn you a little weird in the head?"

"I know what I'm talking about!"

"I know what I'm talking about!"

"You need to stay here!"

"I need to go!"

"You need to find yourself! Here!"

"He needs me! Black is to stupid, and to foolish to know what the hell-"

"Stop it! He can feind for himself! He's stong enough now! If he needs you bad enough he'll call for you!"

"What the hell do you think happened back there?" Twilight yelled, "A f-"

"Shut up..." Samma told her calmly, "Turn around, and walk back up there, and stay there...I will go, and I will tell him that you are not at his bec and call anymore."

"Samma, you don't understand-"

"I understand perfectly...I'll tell him that your not able to come right now...you'll report later..." Samma turned, and walked down to the enterance.

Twilight watched her disapper, and looked down at her arm, where the skull was a dull black, like it should be. There was no pain...no dis-coloration...Just a plain black skull mark...

She turned around, and walked back up into the castle, into the Great Hall, where Dumbledore was just finishing up giving out instructions, to the prefects, head boy, and girl, and the teachers.

"Twilight, are you okay?" Draco approched her.

"Fine." She spoke stiffly, and she crossed her arms tighter over her stomach.

"Are you really?"

"I said I'm fine." She hissed, staring down into his eyes.

"All right..." He shrugged, "Be that way..."

She shook her head, and leaned up agenst the wall, watching out over the not-so crowded Great Hall.

"I'd like to have someone check over the common room, before you all return to it, so you'll have to sleep here tonight..." Dumbledore flicked his wand, and the tables and chairs flew across the room, and up agenst the walls. Another flick sent a hundred or so purple, lumpy sleeping bags into the center of the room.

"C'mon..." Draco put an arm around her shoulder, and let her over, grabbing a sleeping bag, and waited while she grabbed one of her own.

"Over in that cornor..." She nodded toward the farthest cornor, away from everyone else.

"A-are you sure it would be wise to be so far away from the group?" Draco asked, worriedly.

Twilight stared him in the eye, "Voldemort is gone. He is not here."

"How can you be so sure?" He asked, not knowing if he should trust her.

Trust me..." She took his arm, and lead him over to the cornor, then threw the sleeping bag on the floor.

"All right." He tossed his own down next to her's, "Are you really okay though? Anything you want to talk about?"

"No." She shook her head at him, "I'll be fine..."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive..."

"Yes Draco!" She sighed, and plopped down onto the floor, "Sit..."