Chapter Four
Snape brushed his cold hands down Dusk's bare back, as she slept soundly, the blankets around the two of them drawn tight around herself. He looked down at her, thinking of how beautiful she was; her hair splayed across the pillow, her hand placed lightly on his hip, which was covered by blanket, her other hand around his neck.
A small pile of clothes lay on the floor next to the bed, even though they hadn't had sex yet. Snape preferred to wait. Rushing into things was one thing he'd never liked.
He lay his head against her shoulder, listening to her breath, while he mulled over last month or so. This time last month, he'd been a horrible monster; getting close to drunk every night, hoping it would wash his problems behind him. Of course, the next morning they'd be back, staring him evilly into the face. Then along came Dusk, who changed him. He made himself feel like he had something to live for now. Something important. He could see love on the horizons again, and with a real woman. Not someone like...well, like Twilight.
Placing a light kiss on Dusk's shoulder, he slipped out of the bed, pulling on a few light clothing items, and padded quietly out to the kitchen. His house being fairly small, it was a short journey. It was small enough for him, and when he stared a family- He cut himself short. He was almost thirty-five years old. If he hadn't started a family by now, he probably never would.
He sighed, leaning against the counter. If only Twilight hadn't died, and left him. He could be married right now, with a child to be born in a month or two. He cursed. He hated thinking about those "what-if's", and "If-only's".
He was surprised by a quiet scratching on the door, but he slowly opened the door, "Hello?"
He saw nothing, but a slight barking made him look down. Sirius, as a large black dog sat outside of his door, and brushing past Severus, into the hall, quickly morphed into a human.
"Evening Snape." He brushed dust from his clothes.
"What are you doing here?" Snape asked, confused.
"Well, I was about to ask you the same." Sirius looked up at him, "I mean, are you not you teaching?"
"So I'm not allowed in my own house now?" Snape spoke in a cool manner.
"I never said that. I just saw that the light was on, and-" Sirius stopped in mid sentence, "Severus Snape! You old dog!"
Snape raised an eyebrow, amused, "Your calling me a dog?"
"You're here with someone aren't you?" Sirius clapped Severus on the back, "Good for you! Good for you!"
Snape brushed Sirius's hand away, "It's really not your business, Remus."
"Who is she? Is it a she?" He whispered, "I don't know him do I?"
"It is a she," Snape was strict sounding, "and no, you don't know her."
"Are you sure? It's not another student is it?" He was suddenly particularly disgusted.
"It's really none of your-"
"It is, isn't it? Man-oh-man! Snapie-poo! You tried this once before."
"Do-not-call-me-that!" Snape hissed.
"What? Snapie-poo?" Sirius taunted him for a moment, but saw his look, and stopped, "Look, I'm sorry. I just came to see...how you where." He shrugged, "Anyway, I guess your fine, so I'll go." He began to turn back towards the door, but Snape stopped him.
"Wait...would you like to join me for a drink, or something?" Snape was feeling sorry for the troublesome creature.
"Actually, if you don't mind, I'd like to borrow that lovely rug of yours. You know, that one-"
"I know which one!" Snape rolled his eyes, "Feel free."
"And perhaps in the morning, I could use your shower, and borrow some-"
"Now you're pushing in." Snape growled, "But we'll see."
Sirius smiled, morphing back into his doggie form, and padded quietly into Snape's living room, lying down on the large rug in front of the dying embers of the fire.
Snape rolled his eyes, listening to Sirius's doggie snores. After a moment, he retreated back to his bedroom, where Dusk hadn't moved from where he'd left her. He crawled back into the bed next to her; positive he wouldn't sleep.
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He awoke the next morning, a note taped to the dresser. Untangling himself from the blankets, he crawled across the room, and plucked the note from the dresser, reading it quickly.
Snapie-Poo (Sorry couldn't resist): Just wanted to tell you I'd left, not that you'd have worried or anything. Anyway! Thanks for letting me crash on your rug. Beat's that stupid cave....I borrowed some clothes, and food, hope you don't mind. I'll pay you for it later. (I wrote myself an I-O-U)...Babbling here I know. So, this is a little off topic, but your chick is very nice looking. You look...ah...cute together. -Sirius
Snape smiled slightly to himself. Even though he and Sirius hadn't gotten along well with each other when they where children, he found that Sirius wasn't all that bad. A little conceded at times, but in other ways, he was pretty...cool. He almost laughed at the word..
"What are you doing?" Dusk yawned, her eyes flickering open.
"Oh nothing." Severus turned, shaking his head, picking his chair up off the dresser, and letting it fall around his neck.
"Are you lying to me?" Her eyes widened slightly, as she tightened the blankets, under her arms, and around her body.
"It's just a note." He shook his head, kneeling down on the bed next to her, "Did you sleep well?" He took hold of the blanket's she covered herself with, and pulled her closer to himself.
"Fairly well." She shrugged.
He laughed, "You slept like a rock." He smiled.
She shrugged, able to laugh at herself, "I guess." She ran her fingertips across his chain, and medallion, "Where did you get this?"
"I don't know." He shrugged, "I just picked it up someplace I guess." He watched her twist the chain, and loop it over his head again, so it only fell to about the middle of his chest, instead of his waist.
Taking her hands in his, he brought them to his lips, and gently kissed her before moving to her lips, folding her hands against his sides. She took a moment to react, twining her hands around his back, sliding her fingers slowly against his spine. Slyly she slid her hand into his pocket, and retrieved the note, grasping it in her hand, before pulling it out, and breaking the kiss.
"You little-" Snape made a grab for the note, as she unfolded it.
Dusk twisted, and turned her eyes flicking across the page, "Snapie-poo?"
"It was his idea of a joke." Snape reached for the paper, plucking it from her grasp.
"Oh...well..." She waved it away, "Odd, but I suppose."
"Don't you ever call me that." He warned.
"Why?" Her eyes widened in fake shock, "Will you beat me? Take points from Gryffindor?"
"The first sounded quite enjoyable. I know the perfect place for a-"
She shushed him with a kiss. He smiled, deepening it, forcing his lips apart, but not with the cruel roughness he had used before. This time it was quite casual. No force was used, and she was obedient to the pressure his tongue placed against her lips. Not at all like the last time.
Dusk flinched when his tongue touched hers for a moment, and she smiled as he pulled away, "Sorry. I'm just not...so used to that quite yet."
"It's alright." He shrugged, tossing his hair back behind his shoulder, but then tucking it back behind his ear.
"Umm...well, I'm going to go...shower." She leaned back, grabbing a large shirt from off the floor, "I'll be back soon. Don't go anywhere." She teased.
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After Christmas Holidays
Harry sat, bent over his Divination homework; Hermione was clearly flustered with her Defense Against The Dark Art's homework, while Ron was fidgeting while working on his Potions essay. Meanwhile, Dusk worked on everything at once. A little D.A.D.A here, a little Muggle Studies there. It was an odd way to study, but it worked for her.
Harry threw down his pencil, "Alright, well so much destruction for the next month should keep her happy. I'm scheduled to die on Thursday. Wish me luck."
"Oh? Do I get to poison you, or something?" Ron picked up his Divination parchment, "Ah, yes. Here it is. I tell Dobby to `accidentally' pour a little powder into your drink. Tell him it's-"
Harry laughed, "Your to much Ron."
"Oh, well. I'm scheduled to almost fal out of a window on Friday." Ron was still looking over his paper, "Hmm, maybe over the cause of your death?"
"Perhaps!" Harry nodded.
Hermione shook her head, "You two...how you ever pass I don't know."
"Hey! As long as it's evil, and wrong, She'll buy anything!"
"Well, I have to go. See you all later." Dusk stood, grabbing her potions book. "Professor Snape expects me soon."
"Oh, yes. We don't want to keep precious Snape waiting." Hermione growled, as Dusk slid out of the room.
"Leave her be." Ron kicked Hermione under the table, "She's just taking extra lessons."
Hermione snorted, "You fell for that?" She rolled her eyes, "If you haven't noticed Ron, Snape is acting a bit weirder then usual. A little lets...Snape."
"So?" Ron shrugged.
"She's sleeping with him. The tramp." She tossed her hair behind her shoulder, "Harry told me they left Christmas morning, and where gone for a few days. Perfect opportunity for Snape."
"She's not like that." Harry whispered.
"Oh, how would you know, Potter?" Hermione growled, "Now what have you done?"
"He won't sleep with her, Hermione. Like that anyway. He won't even say he loves her, so how could he sleep with her? He's still getting over...Twilight."
Hermione snorted, "How do you know?"
"I followed her...a few times."
"Ah yes..." Hermione rolled her eyes.
"They aren't sleeping together, Hermione!" Harry was starting to feel a little temperamental.
"Who says they have to be sleeping together?" She scoffed, "Hell, I'm sure he's such a pig-"
"SHUT UP!" Harry's chair fell over, as he stood, "I am so sick of you ridiculing them! It's not our problem! If they have sex, will fine! Good for them! That's just great, but it's NOT OUR BUSINESS!" He clomped from the table, and to the boys dorm.
"Well then..." Hermione stood, "I guess I don't have to worry about him anymore."
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Dusk set her potions books on one of the desks, watching Severus pour a greenish, clumpy liquid into a vile, as he turned around.
"Your late." He said, corking it, and walking to the shelf, "Any reason?"
"Just doing homework." She sat on one of the stools, watching him as he washed the inside of the cauldron.
"Ah." He nodded, "Why the book?"
"I told Ron Weasley you where giving me extra lessons." She shrugged, "I figured it's none of his business."
"Oh." He set the cauldron on the counter, and leaned back against the hard enamel of the counter-top, staring down at his booted feet.
"Something wrong?" She asked, running a finger along his arm.
He glanced over at her, "No. I'm fine."
"You sure?" She asked pulling the sweatshirt she wore over her knees.
For the first time, she was worrying about her appearance. Her robes where second hand, and her face wasn't coated with make up; her hair was simply pulled back in a pony-tail, her feet covered with 2^nd hand shoes the where about a half size to small, and pinched her toes. The clothes she wore under her robes, where as shabby as everything else she wore; faded and frayed along the edges.
"Positive." He was looking at her directly now, watching as she fretted with her clothes, "Stop playing with your clothes." He blinked slowly, choosing his words carefully, "Or you may find tat you have none."
She stared up at him mildly surprised, as he slid down into the chair next to her, "Is that a threat?"
"Do you want it to be?" He asked, pulling her chair closer.
"I don't know. Do you?" She asked.
Snape smiled slightly before pressing his mouth to hers, and pushing his chair back, as he stood, taking full control of the kiss he'd started. He lifted her from the chair, and onto the counter top.
"What are you doing?" Dusk whispered, as his let his lips slip down to her neck.
"Kissing you." He moved his lips across her throat, "Which will hopefully lead to other things."
"Have you been drinking?" She asked, suddenly, pushing him away.
Snape stared at her, "What? Can't I even kiss you?" He asked.
"I didn't say that. It's just-"
Severus shushed her, "I think I understand. Lets just forget it."
"Okay. I'm sorry." She whispered, looking down at her hands.
"Go back to your common room, Miss Simmermin," Snape spoke, "This lesson is over."
Dusk stared at him, "What are you-"
"Get out." He his tone was strong, and loud.
"But I-"
"OUT MISS SIMMERMIN."
Forgetting about her books, she darted from the room, walking quickly through the hallways, almost forgetting to jump a vanishing step. She stumbled into the common room, her tears now burning across her face. Hermione sat in the corner at a table, still working, and Ron and Harry (who had decided he just wouldn't talk with Hermione) played chess. A few other students' lat scattered around the room.
Dusk stumbled around tables, and found her way upstairs to the girls dormitory, where she knocked into a few girls, who where there. She crawled into bed, fully dressed, and snapped the curtains on her bed shut tight, and wept silently.
"What's wrong with Dusk, Hermione?" Parvati asked, as the door shut again, "She sounds upset."
"Oh who knows." Hermione answered, "Who cares?"
"Your so unfeeling, Hermione." Parvati was now standing neat Dusk's bed, "Dusk, are you okay?"
"Just leave me alone." She gasp for breath, "Mind your own damn business."
"Oh lord." Hermione whipped back the curtains, "Now what happened?"
"Go away Hermione!" Dusk spoke angrily.
"Would you rather I went to get one of the boys?"
"At least I wouldn't be wasting my breath!" Dusk snapped her curtains shut again.
"Fine then! Don't you ever say I didn't try! I try all the time! But no! All that happens is PEOPLE LIKE YOU get mad at me!"
"Maybe you should learn that people have feelings! Your not the only person in this blasted school! I know what you say about me behind my back! I'm not deaf you know!" Dusk tore her curtains back, "You are the most cold hearted, unfeeling...BITCH I know!" she now had Hermione pinned against the next bed.
Hermione gapped at her, before turning around quickly, and running from the room.
Snape brushed his cold hands down Dusk's bare back, as she slept soundly, the blankets around the two of them drawn tight around herself. He looked down at her, thinking of how beautiful she was; her hair splayed across the pillow, her hand placed lightly on his hip, which was covered by blanket, her other hand around his neck.
A small pile of clothes lay on the floor next to the bed, even though they hadn't had sex yet. Snape preferred to wait. Rushing into things was one thing he'd never liked.
He lay his head against her shoulder, listening to her breath, while he mulled over last month or so. This time last month, he'd been a horrible monster; getting close to drunk every night, hoping it would wash his problems behind him. Of course, the next morning they'd be back, staring him evilly into the face. Then along came Dusk, who changed him. He made himself feel like he had something to live for now. Something important. He could see love on the horizons again, and with a real woman. Not someone like...well, like Twilight.
Placing a light kiss on Dusk's shoulder, he slipped out of the bed, pulling on a few light clothing items, and padded quietly out to the kitchen. His house being fairly small, it was a short journey. It was small enough for him, and when he stared a family- He cut himself short. He was almost thirty-five years old. If he hadn't started a family by now, he probably never would.
He sighed, leaning against the counter. If only Twilight hadn't died, and left him. He could be married right now, with a child to be born in a month or two. He cursed. He hated thinking about those "what-if's", and "If-only's".
He was surprised by a quiet scratching on the door, but he slowly opened the door, "Hello?"
He saw nothing, but a slight barking made him look down. Sirius, as a large black dog sat outside of his door, and brushing past Severus, into the hall, quickly morphed into a human.
"Evening Snape." He brushed dust from his clothes.
"What are you doing here?" Snape asked, confused.
"Well, I was about to ask you the same." Sirius looked up at him, "I mean, are you not you teaching?"
"So I'm not allowed in my own house now?" Snape spoke in a cool manner.
"I never said that. I just saw that the light was on, and-" Sirius stopped in mid sentence, "Severus Snape! You old dog!"
Snape raised an eyebrow, amused, "Your calling me a dog?"
"You're here with someone aren't you?" Sirius clapped Severus on the back, "Good for you! Good for you!"
Snape brushed Sirius's hand away, "It's really not your business, Remus."
"Who is she? Is it a she?" He whispered, "I don't know him do I?"
"It is a she," Snape was strict sounding, "and no, you don't know her."
"Are you sure? It's not another student is it?" He was suddenly particularly disgusted.
"It's really none of your-"
"It is, isn't it? Man-oh-man! Snapie-poo! You tried this once before."
"Do-not-call-me-that!" Snape hissed.
"What? Snapie-poo?" Sirius taunted him for a moment, but saw his look, and stopped, "Look, I'm sorry. I just came to see...how you where." He shrugged, "Anyway, I guess your fine, so I'll go." He began to turn back towards the door, but Snape stopped him.
"Wait...would you like to join me for a drink, or something?" Snape was feeling sorry for the troublesome creature.
"Actually, if you don't mind, I'd like to borrow that lovely rug of yours. You know, that one-"
"I know which one!" Snape rolled his eyes, "Feel free."
"And perhaps in the morning, I could use your shower, and borrow some-"
"Now you're pushing in." Snape growled, "But we'll see."
Sirius smiled, morphing back into his doggie form, and padded quietly into Snape's living room, lying down on the large rug in front of the dying embers of the fire.
Snape rolled his eyes, listening to Sirius's doggie snores. After a moment, he retreated back to his bedroom, where Dusk hadn't moved from where he'd left her. He crawled back into the bed next to her; positive he wouldn't sleep.
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He awoke the next morning, a note taped to the dresser. Untangling himself from the blankets, he crawled across the room, and plucked the note from the dresser, reading it quickly.
Snapie-Poo (Sorry couldn't resist): Just wanted to tell you I'd left, not that you'd have worried or anything. Anyway! Thanks for letting me crash on your rug. Beat's that stupid cave....I borrowed some clothes, and food, hope you don't mind. I'll pay you for it later. (I wrote myself an I-O-U)...Babbling here I know. So, this is a little off topic, but your chick is very nice looking. You look...ah...cute together. -Sirius
Snape smiled slightly to himself. Even though he and Sirius hadn't gotten along well with each other when they where children, he found that Sirius wasn't all that bad. A little conceded at times, but in other ways, he was pretty...cool. He almost laughed at the word..
"What are you doing?" Dusk yawned, her eyes flickering open.
"Oh nothing." Severus turned, shaking his head, picking his chair up off the dresser, and letting it fall around his neck.
"Are you lying to me?" Her eyes widened slightly, as she tightened the blankets, under her arms, and around her body.
"It's just a note." He shook his head, kneeling down on the bed next to her, "Did you sleep well?" He took hold of the blanket's she covered herself with, and pulled her closer to himself.
"Fairly well." She shrugged.
He laughed, "You slept like a rock." He smiled.
She shrugged, able to laugh at herself, "I guess." She ran her fingertips across his chain, and medallion, "Where did you get this?"
"I don't know." He shrugged, "I just picked it up someplace I guess." He watched her twist the chain, and loop it over his head again, so it only fell to about the middle of his chest, instead of his waist.
Taking her hands in his, he brought them to his lips, and gently kissed her before moving to her lips, folding her hands against his sides. She took a moment to react, twining her hands around his back, sliding her fingers slowly against his spine. Slyly she slid her hand into his pocket, and retrieved the note, grasping it in her hand, before pulling it out, and breaking the kiss.
"You little-" Snape made a grab for the note, as she unfolded it.
Dusk twisted, and turned her eyes flicking across the page, "Snapie-poo?"
"It was his idea of a joke." Snape reached for the paper, plucking it from her grasp.
"Oh...well..." She waved it away, "Odd, but I suppose."
"Don't you ever call me that." He warned.
"Why?" Her eyes widened in fake shock, "Will you beat me? Take points from Gryffindor?"
"The first sounded quite enjoyable. I know the perfect place for a-"
She shushed him with a kiss. He smiled, deepening it, forcing his lips apart, but not with the cruel roughness he had used before. This time it was quite casual. No force was used, and she was obedient to the pressure his tongue placed against her lips. Not at all like the last time.
Dusk flinched when his tongue touched hers for a moment, and she smiled as he pulled away, "Sorry. I'm just not...so used to that quite yet."
"It's alright." He shrugged, tossing his hair back behind his shoulder, but then tucking it back behind his ear.
"Umm...well, I'm going to go...shower." She leaned back, grabbing a large shirt from off the floor, "I'll be back soon. Don't go anywhere." She teased.
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After Christmas Holidays
Harry sat, bent over his Divination homework; Hermione was clearly flustered with her Defense Against The Dark Art's homework, while Ron was fidgeting while working on his Potions essay. Meanwhile, Dusk worked on everything at once. A little D.A.D.A here, a little Muggle Studies there. It was an odd way to study, but it worked for her.
Harry threw down his pencil, "Alright, well so much destruction for the next month should keep her happy. I'm scheduled to die on Thursday. Wish me luck."
"Oh? Do I get to poison you, or something?" Ron picked up his Divination parchment, "Ah, yes. Here it is. I tell Dobby to `accidentally' pour a little powder into your drink. Tell him it's-"
Harry laughed, "Your to much Ron."
"Oh, well. I'm scheduled to almost fal out of a window on Friday." Ron was still looking over his paper, "Hmm, maybe over the cause of your death?"
"Perhaps!" Harry nodded.
Hermione shook her head, "You two...how you ever pass I don't know."
"Hey! As long as it's evil, and wrong, She'll buy anything!"
"Well, I have to go. See you all later." Dusk stood, grabbing her potions book. "Professor Snape expects me soon."
"Oh, yes. We don't want to keep precious Snape waiting." Hermione growled, as Dusk slid out of the room.
"Leave her be." Ron kicked Hermione under the table, "She's just taking extra lessons."
Hermione snorted, "You fell for that?" She rolled her eyes, "If you haven't noticed Ron, Snape is acting a bit weirder then usual. A little lets...Snape."
"So?" Ron shrugged.
"She's sleeping with him. The tramp." She tossed her hair behind her shoulder, "Harry told me they left Christmas morning, and where gone for a few days. Perfect opportunity for Snape."
"She's not like that." Harry whispered.
"Oh, how would you know, Potter?" Hermione growled, "Now what have you done?"
"He won't sleep with her, Hermione. Like that anyway. He won't even say he loves her, so how could he sleep with her? He's still getting over...Twilight."
Hermione snorted, "How do you know?"
"I followed her...a few times."
"Ah yes..." Hermione rolled her eyes.
"They aren't sleeping together, Hermione!" Harry was starting to feel a little temperamental.
"Who says they have to be sleeping together?" She scoffed, "Hell, I'm sure he's such a pig-"
"SHUT UP!" Harry's chair fell over, as he stood, "I am so sick of you ridiculing them! It's not our problem! If they have sex, will fine! Good for them! That's just great, but it's NOT OUR BUSINESS!" He clomped from the table, and to the boys dorm.
"Well then..." Hermione stood, "I guess I don't have to worry about him anymore."
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Dusk set her potions books on one of the desks, watching Severus pour a greenish, clumpy liquid into a vile, as he turned around.
"Your late." He said, corking it, and walking to the shelf, "Any reason?"
"Just doing homework." She sat on one of the stools, watching him as he washed the inside of the cauldron.
"Ah." He nodded, "Why the book?"
"I told Ron Weasley you where giving me extra lessons." She shrugged, "I figured it's none of his business."
"Oh." He set the cauldron on the counter, and leaned back against the hard enamel of the counter-top, staring down at his booted feet.
"Something wrong?" She asked, running a finger along his arm.
He glanced over at her, "No. I'm fine."
"You sure?" She asked pulling the sweatshirt she wore over her knees.
For the first time, she was worrying about her appearance. Her robes where second hand, and her face wasn't coated with make up; her hair was simply pulled back in a pony-tail, her feet covered with 2^nd hand shoes the where about a half size to small, and pinched her toes. The clothes she wore under her robes, where as shabby as everything else she wore; faded and frayed along the edges.
"Positive." He was looking at her directly now, watching as she fretted with her clothes, "Stop playing with your clothes." He blinked slowly, choosing his words carefully, "Or you may find tat you have none."
She stared up at him mildly surprised, as he slid down into the chair next to her, "Is that a threat?"
"Do you want it to be?" He asked, pulling her chair closer.
"I don't know. Do you?" She asked.
Snape smiled slightly before pressing his mouth to hers, and pushing his chair back, as he stood, taking full control of the kiss he'd started. He lifted her from the chair, and onto the counter top.
"What are you doing?" Dusk whispered, as his let his lips slip down to her neck.
"Kissing you." He moved his lips across her throat, "Which will hopefully lead to other things."
"Have you been drinking?" She asked, suddenly, pushing him away.
Snape stared at her, "What? Can't I even kiss you?" He asked.
"I didn't say that. It's just-"
Severus shushed her, "I think I understand. Lets just forget it."
"Okay. I'm sorry." She whispered, looking down at her hands.
"Go back to your common room, Miss Simmermin," Snape spoke, "This lesson is over."
Dusk stared at him, "What are you-"
"Get out." He his tone was strong, and loud.
"But I-"
"OUT MISS SIMMERMIN."
Forgetting about her books, she darted from the room, walking quickly through the hallways, almost forgetting to jump a vanishing step. She stumbled into the common room, her tears now burning across her face. Hermione sat in the corner at a table, still working, and Ron and Harry (who had decided he just wouldn't talk with Hermione) played chess. A few other students' lat scattered around the room.
Dusk stumbled around tables, and found her way upstairs to the girls dormitory, where she knocked into a few girls, who where there. She crawled into bed, fully dressed, and snapped the curtains on her bed shut tight, and wept silently.
"What's wrong with Dusk, Hermione?" Parvati asked, as the door shut again, "She sounds upset."
"Oh who knows." Hermione answered, "Who cares?"
"Your so unfeeling, Hermione." Parvati was now standing neat Dusk's bed, "Dusk, are you okay?"
"Just leave me alone." She gasp for breath, "Mind your own damn business."
"Oh lord." Hermione whipped back the curtains, "Now what happened?"
"Go away Hermione!" Dusk spoke angrily.
"Would you rather I went to get one of the boys?"
"At least I wouldn't be wasting my breath!" Dusk snapped her curtains shut again.
"Fine then! Don't you ever say I didn't try! I try all the time! But no! All that happens is PEOPLE LIKE YOU get mad at me!"
"Maybe you should learn that people have feelings! Your not the only person in this blasted school! I know what you say about me behind my back! I'm not deaf you know!" Dusk tore her curtains back, "You are the most cold hearted, unfeeling...BITCH I know!" she now had Hermione pinned against the next bed.
Hermione gapped at her, before turning around quickly, and running from the room.