(A/N) HAPPY NEW '03!!!!!!!!!!!!!!MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! One too many rootbeers
this morning, people!!! I'm on one hell of a sugar-high and I'm scaring my
family. :-D. But they're the weird ones!! Anyways! Lets see what happens
when rootbeer and computer interact!
Disclaimers:Due to the new year, IM NOT GONNA TELL YOU!!!MWAHAHAHAHAHA
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Harry made a face and sunk deeper in his seat as Snape made his way to the front of the room. He waited as the class immediatly quieted.
"Today should be a very eventful day for you." He sneered. "We will be learning how to make one of the many types of love potions."
The room suddenly burst into giggles and whispers. "SILENCE!" Snape roared, but it fell on deaf ears as the class's vioce grew.
Kittie whispered something to Hermione who nodded. Snape glared. "Do you want to share with the rest of the class, Ms. Silcia?" He said loudly. The class quieted.
She nodded, suprising him. "Which potion are we learning, Professor?" She asked innocently.
Snape's upper lip curled and he hissed,"Number four. Would you mind telling the class the properties of Love Potion #4?"
She opened her mouth, but he interupted her again. "Stand up, Ms. Silcia, and stand in front of the class."
Pansy and her gang of Slytherins sniggered as she sailed by. She ignored them and turned playfully on her heel in front.
"I don't know why you're laughing. Number four doesn't really have anything to do with love, but trickery. It distorts your sense of reality and blurs your vision. This is more of the drug your parents warned you about when they said not to take any open drinks from boys. If you drink it, the first person that touches you becomes the person you want. Example, if you're madly in love with Lockhart, then drink Number four, the first person that touches you, becomes him in your eyes. It doesn't wear off until someone says their real name."
She smiled sweetly at the room's stunned silence and turned, nodded to Snape and walked smuggly to her seat.
Snape cleared his throat. "Correct. Five points to Griffindor."
Harry's jaw dropped. He never thought he'd see the day Snape awarded Griffindor points, and Kittie no less!
The rest of the class obviously thought the same thing, for no one spoke. Kittie sat smuggly in her seat. She and Hermione exchanged high- fives under the table.
Throughout the rest of the class, no one spoke, still stunned. When the bell rang, Harry noticed Pansy slip a vial of the red liquid in her robes.
"Figures." He muttured to Ron. He nodded.
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Harry groaned and massaged his temples. He couldn't study. Someone knocked softly on his door.
He slammed his book shut, relieved to take a break. Kittie poked her head in. "Oh, hello Harry. I'm looking for Neville. He said he had something on under water pla- What's wrong?"
She just noticed his hair sticking up more and his temples nearly raw.
"Can't study, huh?"
"Do I look that bad?"
"Maybe I can help."
Harry snorted. She pulled him to his feet. "What if you had some motivation?"
"What are you talking about?"
She paced him. "Where does floo powder originate from?"
"That's easy. Floo root."
She grinned and pulled off her tie. "Correct." Draping it around his neck, she continued to pace.
Harry gaped. "Where can you find floo root?"
"Erm-The-the darkest corners in caves that-that are inhabited by dragons."
She dropped her robes on the bed and continued to pace him in her uniform. "Correct."
By this time, she had Harry's attention. She stopped in front of him and placed her hands the top button on her blouse.
He swallowed and she grinned wider. "What else can floo root be used as?"
"The-er-floo root can be used in a potion for those who can't Apparate correctly."
She grinned wider an unbutton the top two buttons. "Correct."
"What happens when floo powder and dragon's blood unite?"
Harry's eyes were traveling her collar bone and he blinked. "Er. They blow up?"
She slowly shook her head and buttoned her shirt again.
"Wait. Don't-don't do that. Please?"
"What's the answer?"
"Um. They-they form a mushy glob?"
She shook her head with a laugh and pulled her tie back on.
"Stop! They-ah-they make-ah-potion?"
Kittie stopped. "What kind of potion?"
"A poison?"
She pulled her tie back off. "Describe the poison?"
"It slowly kills you, by eating you from the inside out, doesn't it?"
"Correct."
She was just re-unbuttoning her shirt when the door opened and Seamus whistled. "Okay! Go, Harry!"
Kittie sighed and grabbed her robes. She gave Harry a small peck on the cheek and whispered. "Try to study. Maybe next time you can get me out of my shirt."
And she left. Seamus let out a yell as Harry began chasing him. "Harry, I'm really sorry! Ack! You're choking me!"
Harry tackled him to the floor and put him in a headlock. "Did you just ruin a perfect study session for a reason?"
"You were *studying*? Studying, what, Harry?"
Harry tightened his headlock as an answer. "Ack! Alright! I just came in here to tell you-ack!-that-ack!- Pansy Parkinson was looking for you!"
He let him go in suprise. Seamus scrambled up, panting.
"Why?" Harry asked,pulling himself up.
"You're asking me? I don't know. But she was yelling at the portrait to let her in."
"And you just assumed that it had something to do with me?"
"No, your name popped up more than once."
Harry sighed. "Is she still there?" Seamus nodded. "And raising all hell, too." He shook his head as Harry walked to the door. "I guess I should see what she wants."
"Yeah, just hope Kittie doesn't find out you're talking to her. She'd flip and there'd be no more studying for you."
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Sure enough, the second he opened the portriat, the Fat Lady yelled over Pansy's rants, "Shut it quickly, dear. She might just run in."
Pansy stopped yelling, and she put on the most sickly smile Harry ever seen. "Harry. Can we talk for a second?"
He looked at her suspiciously. He didn't get a chance to answer as she grabbed his arm and dragged him down the corridor.
As soon as they turned, Pansy spun him around and kissed him. He gagged against her lips and pushed her off.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
Pansy smiled again. "Don't act like you're not playing hard to get, Harry."
"Don't call me Harry."
"Then what should I call you?"
"What the rest of you disgusting whores call me. Potter."
Pansy's smile vanished. "You better be careful, Potter. Or you just might be the cause of the downfall of your little slut."
Harry ripped his arm out of her grip. "The only one that's a slut here is you. Now, if you don't mind, I'll be going to cut my lips off now."
She scowled at his back as he turned and walked away, desperatly rubbing his lips.
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Kittie was sitting on her loveseat in the middle of the common room when Harry walked in. She didn't look up from her book. "What did she want, Harry?"
He flopped next to her, still gagging. "Just to try and fail to seduce me. Same old, same old."
She smiled and put her book aside. "She didn't kiss you did she?"
"Actually, yeah."
She sighed and put her head on his shoulder. "So it's begun."
"What has?"
"Never mind."
She looked at him and made a face. "You still have lipstick on."
Pulling out a rag,she wiped his lips. She laughed. "Stop smiling, you're just making it harder."
He fought to keep is face straight and Kittie coughed. "Unless you started to wear perfume, hers rubbed off on you."
Harry sniffed his shirt and coughed. "I'm going to take a long, hot bath now. Maybe some of her slutiness can be washed off."
"You don't have to hate her because of me, you know."
"I know. I hate her anyways."
He gave her a quick kiss on the forehead and smiled. She looked at her watch. "I'm going to bed. Don't forget to study."
Harry sneered at her back as she walked up the stairs. Suddenly, he ran up and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"What?!" She yelled, suprised.
"Good night."
"You have got to stop doing that."
"What?"
She turned around. "Being so sweet. You're disappionting our audience."
"Audience?"
Kittie turned him around to make him see Ron and Ginny making faces. "Get a room!" Ginny called.
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Harry watched as Kittie pulled off her tie agian.
"When can you pick a fersalies flower?"
"On the full moon, on only winter nights."
"Correct. You've been studying."
He grinned as she paced him in her uniform. "Of course. This is better than strip go fish."
She laughed and stopped in front of him. "Now, what is fersalies flowers used for?"
"Weddings?"
"Correct. What do they do?"
She stopped on the third button.
"They-erm-light up and take the place of candles."
"Correct." She only had a few buttons left.
"What else can you use fersalies flowers for?"
"Don't they sing if you tickle them?"
"Correct." She paced him in a small black shirt that was under her blouse.
"You're making me dizzy."
She stopped and faced him. "What does their singing do?"
"Paralyze."
"Correct." She pulled off her shirt and paced again.
"Can your pants be the next to go?"
"Why?"
Harry bit his lip. "No reason."
She grinned and nodded. "If you get this right. What time does the fersalies buds bloom?"
"Midnight?"
She shook her head and pulled her shirt on again.
"No! Noon?!"
She pulled on her blouse and buttoned the bottom two buttons.
"Arrgh! Er, sunset?"
She continued to button her shirt.
"Stop! Wait! Sunrise?!"
She finished buttoning her shirt and reached for her tie.
"Wait! Um-Er- six am?
"You're guessing. That's not going to earn you any O.W.L.'s."
"So did I get any right?"
She scoffed. "No."
Kittie reached for her robes and dangled them in front of him.
"One last guess?"
He sighed. "I'm just going to get it wrong."
"If you get it right, I'll teach you to fight."
Harry gaped. "What?"
"But the lessons are on my schedule."
"Fine. Er-I'll wing it. A minute before midnight?"
"Correct."
"You're just saying that because you don't want to leave."
She threw him a book. "Look it up."
He did. "I was right!" He threw his arms up in triumph.
"I AM A GOD!"
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MWAHAHAHAHAHA. That sugar high is nearly gone now. I'm ok. Pansy's Revenge next chappie!! Review!
Disclaimers:Due to the new year, IM NOT GONNA TELL YOU!!!MWAHAHAHAHAHA
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Harry made a face and sunk deeper in his seat as Snape made his way to the front of the room. He waited as the class immediatly quieted.
"Today should be a very eventful day for you." He sneered. "We will be learning how to make one of the many types of love potions."
The room suddenly burst into giggles and whispers. "SILENCE!" Snape roared, but it fell on deaf ears as the class's vioce grew.
Kittie whispered something to Hermione who nodded. Snape glared. "Do you want to share with the rest of the class, Ms. Silcia?" He said loudly. The class quieted.
She nodded, suprising him. "Which potion are we learning, Professor?" She asked innocently.
Snape's upper lip curled and he hissed,"Number four. Would you mind telling the class the properties of Love Potion #4?"
She opened her mouth, but he interupted her again. "Stand up, Ms. Silcia, and stand in front of the class."
Pansy and her gang of Slytherins sniggered as she sailed by. She ignored them and turned playfully on her heel in front.
"I don't know why you're laughing. Number four doesn't really have anything to do with love, but trickery. It distorts your sense of reality and blurs your vision. This is more of the drug your parents warned you about when they said not to take any open drinks from boys. If you drink it, the first person that touches you becomes the person you want. Example, if you're madly in love with Lockhart, then drink Number four, the first person that touches you, becomes him in your eyes. It doesn't wear off until someone says their real name."
She smiled sweetly at the room's stunned silence and turned, nodded to Snape and walked smuggly to her seat.
Snape cleared his throat. "Correct. Five points to Griffindor."
Harry's jaw dropped. He never thought he'd see the day Snape awarded Griffindor points, and Kittie no less!
The rest of the class obviously thought the same thing, for no one spoke. Kittie sat smuggly in her seat. She and Hermione exchanged high- fives under the table.
Throughout the rest of the class, no one spoke, still stunned. When the bell rang, Harry noticed Pansy slip a vial of the red liquid in her robes.
"Figures." He muttured to Ron. He nodded.
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Harry groaned and massaged his temples. He couldn't study. Someone knocked softly on his door.
He slammed his book shut, relieved to take a break. Kittie poked her head in. "Oh, hello Harry. I'm looking for Neville. He said he had something on under water pla- What's wrong?"
She just noticed his hair sticking up more and his temples nearly raw.
"Can't study, huh?"
"Do I look that bad?"
"Maybe I can help."
Harry snorted. She pulled him to his feet. "What if you had some motivation?"
"What are you talking about?"
She paced him. "Where does floo powder originate from?"
"That's easy. Floo root."
She grinned and pulled off her tie. "Correct." Draping it around his neck, she continued to pace.
Harry gaped. "Where can you find floo root?"
"Erm-The-the darkest corners in caves that-that are inhabited by dragons."
She dropped her robes on the bed and continued to pace him in her uniform. "Correct."
By this time, she had Harry's attention. She stopped in front of him and placed her hands the top button on her blouse.
He swallowed and she grinned wider. "What else can floo root be used as?"
"The-er-floo root can be used in a potion for those who can't Apparate correctly."
She grinned wider an unbutton the top two buttons. "Correct."
"What happens when floo powder and dragon's blood unite?"
Harry's eyes were traveling her collar bone and he blinked. "Er. They blow up?"
She slowly shook her head and buttoned her shirt again.
"Wait. Don't-don't do that. Please?"
"What's the answer?"
"Um. They-they form a mushy glob?"
She shook her head with a laugh and pulled her tie back on.
"Stop! They-ah-they make-ah-potion?"
Kittie stopped. "What kind of potion?"
"A poison?"
She pulled her tie back off. "Describe the poison?"
"It slowly kills you, by eating you from the inside out, doesn't it?"
"Correct."
She was just re-unbuttoning her shirt when the door opened and Seamus whistled. "Okay! Go, Harry!"
Kittie sighed and grabbed her robes. She gave Harry a small peck on the cheek and whispered. "Try to study. Maybe next time you can get me out of my shirt."
And she left. Seamus let out a yell as Harry began chasing him. "Harry, I'm really sorry! Ack! You're choking me!"
Harry tackled him to the floor and put him in a headlock. "Did you just ruin a perfect study session for a reason?"
"You were *studying*? Studying, what, Harry?"
Harry tightened his headlock as an answer. "Ack! Alright! I just came in here to tell you-ack!-that-ack!- Pansy Parkinson was looking for you!"
He let him go in suprise. Seamus scrambled up, panting.
"Why?" Harry asked,pulling himself up.
"You're asking me? I don't know. But she was yelling at the portrait to let her in."
"And you just assumed that it had something to do with me?"
"No, your name popped up more than once."
Harry sighed. "Is she still there?" Seamus nodded. "And raising all hell, too." He shook his head as Harry walked to the door. "I guess I should see what she wants."
"Yeah, just hope Kittie doesn't find out you're talking to her. She'd flip and there'd be no more studying for you."
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Sure enough, the second he opened the portriat, the Fat Lady yelled over Pansy's rants, "Shut it quickly, dear. She might just run in."
Pansy stopped yelling, and she put on the most sickly smile Harry ever seen. "Harry. Can we talk for a second?"
He looked at her suspiciously. He didn't get a chance to answer as she grabbed his arm and dragged him down the corridor.
As soon as they turned, Pansy spun him around and kissed him. He gagged against her lips and pushed her off.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
Pansy smiled again. "Don't act like you're not playing hard to get, Harry."
"Don't call me Harry."
"Then what should I call you?"
"What the rest of you disgusting whores call me. Potter."
Pansy's smile vanished. "You better be careful, Potter. Or you just might be the cause of the downfall of your little slut."
Harry ripped his arm out of her grip. "The only one that's a slut here is you. Now, if you don't mind, I'll be going to cut my lips off now."
She scowled at his back as he turned and walked away, desperatly rubbing his lips.
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Kittie was sitting on her loveseat in the middle of the common room when Harry walked in. She didn't look up from her book. "What did she want, Harry?"
He flopped next to her, still gagging. "Just to try and fail to seduce me. Same old, same old."
She smiled and put her book aside. "She didn't kiss you did she?"
"Actually, yeah."
She sighed and put her head on his shoulder. "So it's begun."
"What has?"
"Never mind."
She looked at him and made a face. "You still have lipstick on."
Pulling out a rag,she wiped his lips. She laughed. "Stop smiling, you're just making it harder."
He fought to keep is face straight and Kittie coughed. "Unless you started to wear perfume, hers rubbed off on you."
Harry sniffed his shirt and coughed. "I'm going to take a long, hot bath now. Maybe some of her slutiness can be washed off."
"You don't have to hate her because of me, you know."
"I know. I hate her anyways."
He gave her a quick kiss on the forehead and smiled. She looked at her watch. "I'm going to bed. Don't forget to study."
Harry sneered at her back as she walked up the stairs. Suddenly, he ran up and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"What?!" She yelled, suprised.
"Good night."
"You have got to stop doing that."
"What?"
She turned around. "Being so sweet. You're disappionting our audience."
"Audience?"
Kittie turned him around to make him see Ron and Ginny making faces. "Get a room!" Ginny called.
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Harry watched as Kittie pulled off her tie agian.
"When can you pick a fersalies flower?"
"On the full moon, on only winter nights."
"Correct. You've been studying."
He grinned as she paced him in her uniform. "Of course. This is better than strip go fish."
She laughed and stopped in front of him. "Now, what is fersalies flowers used for?"
"Weddings?"
"Correct. What do they do?"
She stopped on the third button.
"They-erm-light up and take the place of candles."
"Correct." She only had a few buttons left.
"What else can you use fersalies flowers for?"
"Don't they sing if you tickle them?"
"Correct." She paced him in a small black shirt that was under her blouse.
"You're making me dizzy."
She stopped and faced him. "What does their singing do?"
"Paralyze."
"Correct." She pulled off her shirt and paced again.
"Can your pants be the next to go?"
"Why?"
Harry bit his lip. "No reason."
She grinned and nodded. "If you get this right. What time does the fersalies buds bloom?"
"Midnight?"
She shook her head and pulled her shirt on again.
"No! Noon?!"
She pulled on her blouse and buttoned the bottom two buttons.
"Arrgh! Er, sunset?"
She continued to button her shirt.
"Stop! Wait! Sunrise?!"
She finished buttoning her shirt and reached for her tie.
"Wait! Um-Er- six am?
"You're guessing. That's not going to earn you any O.W.L.'s."
"So did I get any right?"
She scoffed. "No."
Kittie reached for her robes and dangled them in front of him.
"One last guess?"
He sighed. "I'm just going to get it wrong."
"If you get it right, I'll teach you to fight."
Harry gaped. "What?"
"But the lessons are on my schedule."
"Fine. Er-I'll wing it. A minute before midnight?"
"Correct."
"You're just saying that because you don't want to leave."
She threw him a book. "Look it up."
He did. "I was right!" He threw his arms up in triumph.
"I AM A GOD!"
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MWAHAHAHAHAHA. That sugar high is nearly gone now. I'm ok. Pansy's Revenge next chappie!! Review!