*pets her computer* GOOD BOY! GOOD BOY! YOU'RE DOING GREAT! *under her breath* Great at not being a total piece of… Um… HULLOO! You may all proceed in eating me for not having this out in so long!

Chapter 11

Call Me Cupid

Once again in the common room, the trio had been able to fix up a dramatic lighting scheme for the interegation. They had our furry little friend tied to a wooden chair under a single beam of light coming from Ron (who was getting tired of standing on his toes to keep his wand in the air)

"Hermione! Can I sit down?"

"No!" She loomed over the figured bound to the chair. Harry did a little less looming. He was actually sprawled out on the couch with a headache and a complete drainage of energy.

He moaned quietly, only to be shhed by Hermione, who was obviously getting way too into this.

The creature did very much resemble a monkey, only stouter. Everything about him seemed a little… chubby. That's not really the right word since he was a little rough looking as well. His face (although covered with hair) was very human, and instead of just wearing a white T-shirt, printed on the front in sparkly, black writing, it read Love God.

Hermione paced back and forth, pausing every once and a while to fix the creature with a stony glare. At last she spoke, "Who are you?"

The creature squirmed a moment before answering. "Cupid.", he muttered.

Hermione raised her eyebrow. "You're joking."

"Not at all, Madamoiselle." The creature said humbly, suddenly picking up a French accent. "Well, my name is really Cupidarro, but you, my dear, may call me Cupid!"

He gave her a quick smile before returning to a humble, pathetic manner.

The gears in Hermione's mind were spinning out of control. What was with this guy?

"Why did you make my sister fall in love with Malfoy?!" Ron demanded from above.

Cupid smirked at him, before saying (in a voice that resembled a character from "Greece") "That was just lucky, ya know?"

The changes in his voice were making Ron dizzy.

Harry suddenly got up from the couch and stood in front of the creature. "YOU…" He began, pausing every few seconds to gather the thoughts in his scrambled brain, "You, made… you made me…. I'm not good… and my head hurts…. And it's your fault… and Ginny loves Malfoy, and Neville… ew…" He nodded, and layed back down on the couch, closing his eyes.

"Anyway…" Hermione said. "Why did you do it to them? And what about Neville and Seamus? And Pansy and Justin?"

This time, he replied sounding like a hippy. "You know, man, I just picked them. They're not complaining, they think its groovy. You're too… uptight, man. Everybody needs a little love…"

Hermine cut him off, not able to take it anymore, "CUPID! TELL ME WHY YOU DID ALL THIS OR I WILL HEX YOU TO THE NEXT DEMENSION."

"Fine." He said, sounding like a stressed out American buisness man. "I did it because that is what I do. I travel around to differect skools, and cause students to fall in love. Is there a problem with that?"

"OF COURSE THERE IS A PROBLEM! MY SISTER IS IN LOVE WITH BLOODY MALFOY!" Ron exclaimed, saying "bloody" for the second time in this fic.

"Now look here, sonny." A southern accent. "That there was one of the greatest plum-dang things that I have ever done and…"

Yet again, he was cut off, "So you spend your life making people fall in love?"

Cupid shrugged, now a British teenager, "Yeah, sure."

"So you've been all over the world?" Hermione asked, awed for a moment.

"Exactly." He said, returning to the buisnessman.

"Have you ever been here before?"

"Sure. When I was just starting out. Set up a couple of guys… what were there names? Oh yeah. Jim and Severus…"

If anyone in the room had been drinking there would have been a definate spit take.

"YOU SET UP SOME ONE WITH SNAPE!?" Ron asked in disbelief.

"Yes, that was his last name."

"But who is this "Jim"?" Hermione asked thoughtfully. "Do you think he's related to anyone we know?"

"My dad's name was James." Harry muttered, half asleep.

"Yes, we know…" Hermione began.

"OH MY GOD! SNAPE AND HARRY'S DAD!?!?!"

Harry's eyes snapped open for a moment, "I'll pretend I didn't hear that…"

Back to his "Greece" voice, "You guys seem like cool cats, wanna let me go? I got this horrible cramp in my tail…"

Hermione looked at him sympatheticly. This was not what she had planned. She had pictured this guy to be more sinister. But he appeared to just want a good time. Was she actually starting to like this thing?

She shuddered. "If you can fix our friends, then we'll let you go."

The creature shook his head, "You guys are no fun."

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Way down below, in the dungeons, a tall figure stood hunched over his desk. He looked around him, making sure he was alone, before taking a small picture frame out of his desk. He sat it on a flat surface and stared at the person in the picture.

"Alas." Snape muttered. "Jim, I barely knew ya!"

END OF CHAPTER ELEVEN

Woah… weird… I don't know what possessed me to write that last part… O__o Anyhoo, YEY! WE FOUND OUT WHAT HE ISH!?!?! O___o Oh my…. EVERYONE MUST REEEEEEEVVVVVVIIIIIEEEEEEEWWWWWW!!!! *nods* Uh…. Bye!