A/N for chapter 4: Yeah, I know that Muggle things don't work at Hogwarts... but a tape recorder doesn't use "electricity, computers, or radar," in the words of Hermione. Well... do batteries count as electricity? lmao....

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Three days after the tape recorder incident, the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw fourth-years were in the dungeons with Professor Snape, Addison and Ginny included. At the moment, in fact, the two fourteen year-olds were sitting in the same seat (with difficulty) and giggling about something. They had become closer than ever, especially now that Ginny's twin brothers were acting so oddly toward them.

Despite the fact that she greatly respected her brothers even if they did act immaturely sometimes, Ginny was the happiest she'd ever been at Hogwarts. She was in love with Addison, and he loved her back... Harry was completely gone from her mind now; she cared only for Addison. They spent every second they had together, in classes, at Hogsmeade, and on weekends and breaks. Ginny had become increasingly distant from her girlfriends to have more time with him.

While the students crushed dragonfly carcasses for their Anti-Depressant Draught, Snape wandered from cauldron to cauldron with the usual ugly look upon his face, sneering at nearly every student for some reason or another. He stopped when he reached Addison and Ginny, raised his eyebrows, and narrowed his eyes at their attempts to sit in the same seat.

"Weasley, get in your own seat," he growled quietly.

Ginny didn't move. She was unaware of his presence; instead she was enjoying watching Addison think. He looks so adorable...

"WEASLEY! Get that ridiculous look off your face and sit in your own seat! Five points from Gryffindor for your inability to follow orders!"

"Oh, sorry, Professor." And she calmly stood up with a small grin on her face, taking care to brush Addison's arm, and sat down in the seat adjacent to Addison's. Snape remained standing next to her, and shook his head.

"How you can even bear to partner that oaf is a mystery to me, Weasley," he said loudly, for the whole class to hear, "Perhaps it's time you two were separated, for once..."

Addison looked up from his dragonflies and furrowed his eyebrows at Snape. Behind the professor he noticed half the class looking at him, and Ginny's face turning red. He had been smiling also, because they had just been wondering together when Snape would notice their peculiar seating arrangement. "But Professor Snape, what about the potion, it's just about done! If one of us moves we won't be able to finish it—"

"Don't argue with me! That's five points from Ravenclaw. Now," he said, looking around the room, "You will move... there."

He pointed to the empty seat next to the prettiest Ravenclaw girl, Christine, who smiled at him and waved enthusiastically. With a pained look at Christine's luxurious gold hair, dark brown eyes, and smooth tan skin, he glanced at Ginny, who now looked angry, her red curls framing her face, which was also red. Exactly how I feel, thought Addison. He breathed deeply and said, "Sorry. I'm allergic to Christine. Can't go over there."

Several people laughed openly, then stopped at the look on Snape's face. Christine looked confused.

"Allergic?" he breathed, and Addison wondered if sneering that much hurt Snape's face. Suddenly Snape grabbed Addison's wrist and yanked him up. "Well, LaMaren, I guess you'll have to go to the hospital wing when class is over, because I told you to work with Christine! Now go!"

Addison miserably packed his things, but he didn't show his anger. He knew from experience that the best way to annoy Snape was to make him think you didn't care what he said. He walked to the empty seat across the room after hurriedly planting a kiss on Ginny's cheek, before Snape could stop him. He plopped down on the stone stool.

"Hey, Addison!" chirped Christine. "I'm sooo glad we're working together, because I'm really confused about the dragonflies. Are we supposed to only use the wings, or everything, or just..."

The lesson went on in this fashion, Christine asking questions and commenting with Addison grumpily answering and constantly looking over his shoulder at Ginny. I hate Snape, he thought, I'm going to get back at him somehow.

Three quarters of an hour later, when the bell sounded, Addison grabbed his already packed bag and hurried to Ginny, where he grabbed her hand and started talking.

"I am going to murder Snape! Maybe I'll poison him, yeah, spike his drink, that'll show him, teach him not to make us mad, huh?"

With an alarmed look Ginny led him out of the dungeons and into a hallway. There was a half-hour break before Divination, which the Gryffindors had with Slytherin. She smiled sweetly at Addison. "Sure, but let's do that some other time... I have something else in mind right now," she grinned seductively, cocking an eyebrow.

"If you're thinking what I think you are, I'm not objecting!"

He allowed himself to be led into a dark classroom, where Ginny closed the door and locked it with her Audesolius charm. She turned around and dissolved against Addison, kissing his neck. He retaliated by pushing her playfully to the carpet and lying on her stomach. "Remember, we only have half an hour," he whispered into her ear before putting his lips on it.

Ginny giggled and said, "It better be worth it then, LaMaren!"

She reached down and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his tanned chest. Running her fingers across the skin, she blissfully kissed it once before looking into his sparkling blue eyes and returning passionately to his lips.

Twenty minutes later, two ruffled and very happy looking teenagers emerged from an empty classroom, their arms around each other. On the way to their classes they discussed the talent contest. They were still deciding on an act, and each had agreed to think of several potential ones the day before to vote on. Addison put his favorite suggestion out first.

"I think we should do something like an old fashioned Muggle magic show. Even though they can't really do magic, they like to pretend they can, and I went to one once. It was great! Plus the girls were all wearing very little," he said, eyeing Ginny with good humor.

She tutted. "You need to hear mine first. I think we should do Romeo and Juliet, a little skit of some sort. It's a really sweet story, I read it in Muggle Studies, and McGonagall will be sure to love it since it's educational. To an extent," she added, smiling, "I was thinking we could do one of the last scenes, like the one where Romeo poisons himself, then Juliet wakes up and kisses him before stabbing herself."

"Oooh, very dramatic. I like that, the idea of kissing you onstage. Nice," said Addison agreeably. "Let's do yours."

"Okay!" laughed Ginny. She hugged him. Can't wait, she thought.

Addison was in heaven. He couldn't believe he hadn't found this girl before fourth year, and fervently wished that the day had gone on forever.