The weekend went by very slowly. It was finally Monday, the first day of finals week. Nikita packed her things while her dad was at breakfast. Breakfast ended and Snape went back to his office to get the finals from his desk. Before he left, he made sure that Nikita was still in the closet.
"What?" she asked as he held the door open and stared at her.
"Just making sure you're still here." He then slammed the door shut and walked out of the office door.
Snape walked into the classroom and to the front of the class. He put the tests on the desk and scrambled for other papers.
"He looks really stressed," Harry whispered to Ron.
"I know. He's never been this unorganized," Ron whispered back.
"Enough talking. Tests are being passed out. Silence!" Snape passed out the tests. He then sat down at his desk and began writing.
In the middle of the class period, the door went flying open. Everyone turned and looked. Nikita walked in the door.
"Dad, I just waned to say that I'm leaving to go live with Derick. Good bye." She adjusted the strap of her bag on her sholder and walked out the door, closing it behind her.
Snape got up and ran after her. There were snickers throughout the classroom.
"Nikita, get back here now!" he screamed after her. She just kept going. "Don't walk away from me when I'm talking to you. Get back here now!" He started to go after her.
Nikita opened the castle doors and walked down the path to the gates. Snape caught up to her and grabbed her by the arm.
"Let go of me," Nikita said angeredly.
"No. You're not going anywhere," he said.
"And why not?" she asked cockily.
"Because I'm not letting you," he answered.
Nikita pulled her arm out of his grip and walked out the gates of the school. She then apparated to Derick's house.
Snape turned to the school and saw his whole potions class standing outside the castle.
"What are all of you doing out here?" Snape asked them. They all turned and ran back to the dungeons to finish their tests.
*At Derick's House*
Nikita walked up to the door and knocked on it. Mr. DiAngelo answered it.
"Hello Nikita. Come on in. You can take the rest of your stuff to your room." Mr. DiAngelo moved out of the way to let Nikita inside.
Nikita went inside and put her dirty clothes into the hamper in her closet. She then laid down on her bed and closed her eyes.
All of a sudden, the matresses moved. She sat up with a bounce and opened her eyes. She was then knocked over by Derick. They both laughed. They kissed, and then laid on their sides facing each other. They talked until lunch.
At lunch, Mr. and Mrs. DiAngelo asked more questions about Nikita.
"So, what is the school called that you went to?" Mrs. DiAngelo asked.
"Please don't freak out at the name, because I was never officially enrolled at it. The name is Hogwarts School of Whichcraft and Wizardry in Scotland." she said.
"So you're a witch," Mr. DiAngelo said calmly.
"Yes. I didn't really want to practice a lot of magic though. I do know a few spells, but not a lot. I prefer to live life without using magic. I hope this doesn't change your opinion about me," Nikita said becoming tense and nervous.
"Not at all dear, but why didn't you tell us earlier?" Mrs. DiAngelo asked.
"I wasn't sure how you were going to take it. I thought you were going to hate me." She poked her mashed potatoes with her fork.
"Not at all. We're very happy that Derick has found the special someone in his life, and the same applies to you. Now eat up, I really don't want to see all that food go to waste." Mr. DiAngelo swallowed a large mouthful of steak.
"Thank you for understanding." Nikita smiled and then put a heaping forkful of mashed potatoes into her mouth.
They talked about other things until lunch was over. Nikita voluntered to do the dishes and washed them (yes, the muggle way).
After she was finished, she and Derick went to the bowling alley to see if Nikita could get a job there. Of course, Kevin hired her on the spot. They were very happy.
They walked around town for a while until they decided to have dinner. They went to a diner and ordered spaghetti.
"Nikita, can I ask you something?" Derick asked, cutting up his spaghetti.
"Sure," she replied, cutting up hers aswell.
"Will you marry me?"
"Of course, but I really hope you don't mean within the next year," she said, smiling at him.
"Oh, no. I didn't mean right away, but I just wanted to know," he said, smiling back.
They lived happily ever after.
~~~THE END~~~
"What?" she asked as he held the door open and stared at her.
"Just making sure you're still here." He then slammed the door shut and walked out of the office door.
Snape walked into the classroom and to the front of the class. He put the tests on the desk and scrambled for other papers.
"He looks really stressed," Harry whispered to Ron.
"I know. He's never been this unorganized," Ron whispered back.
"Enough talking. Tests are being passed out. Silence!" Snape passed out the tests. He then sat down at his desk and began writing.
In the middle of the class period, the door went flying open. Everyone turned and looked. Nikita walked in the door.
"Dad, I just waned to say that I'm leaving to go live with Derick. Good bye." She adjusted the strap of her bag on her sholder and walked out the door, closing it behind her.
Snape got up and ran after her. There were snickers throughout the classroom.
"Nikita, get back here now!" he screamed after her. She just kept going. "Don't walk away from me when I'm talking to you. Get back here now!" He started to go after her.
Nikita opened the castle doors and walked down the path to the gates. Snape caught up to her and grabbed her by the arm.
"Let go of me," Nikita said angeredly.
"No. You're not going anywhere," he said.
"And why not?" she asked cockily.
"Because I'm not letting you," he answered.
Nikita pulled her arm out of his grip and walked out the gates of the school. She then apparated to Derick's house.
Snape turned to the school and saw his whole potions class standing outside the castle.
"What are all of you doing out here?" Snape asked them. They all turned and ran back to the dungeons to finish their tests.
*At Derick's House*
Nikita walked up to the door and knocked on it. Mr. DiAngelo answered it.
"Hello Nikita. Come on in. You can take the rest of your stuff to your room." Mr. DiAngelo moved out of the way to let Nikita inside.
Nikita went inside and put her dirty clothes into the hamper in her closet. She then laid down on her bed and closed her eyes.
All of a sudden, the matresses moved. She sat up with a bounce and opened her eyes. She was then knocked over by Derick. They both laughed. They kissed, and then laid on their sides facing each other. They talked until lunch.
At lunch, Mr. and Mrs. DiAngelo asked more questions about Nikita.
"So, what is the school called that you went to?" Mrs. DiAngelo asked.
"Please don't freak out at the name, because I was never officially enrolled at it. The name is Hogwarts School of Whichcraft and Wizardry in Scotland." she said.
"So you're a witch," Mr. DiAngelo said calmly.
"Yes. I didn't really want to practice a lot of magic though. I do know a few spells, but not a lot. I prefer to live life without using magic. I hope this doesn't change your opinion about me," Nikita said becoming tense and nervous.
"Not at all dear, but why didn't you tell us earlier?" Mrs. DiAngelo asked.
"I wasn't sure how you were going to take it. I thought you were going to hate me." She poked her mashed potatoes with her fork.
"Not at all. We're very happy that Derick has found the special someone in his life, and the same applies to you. Now eat up, I really don't want to see all that food go to waste." Mr. DiAngelo swallowed a large mouthful of steak.
"Thank you for understanding." Nikita smiled and then put a heaping forkful of mashed potatoes into her mouth.
They talked about other things until lunch was over. Nikita voluntered to do the dishes and washed them (yes, the muggle way).
After she was finished, she and Derick went to the bowling alley to see if Nikita could get a job there. Of course, Kevin hired her on the spot. They were very happy.
They walked around town for a while until they decided to have dinner. They went to a diner and ordered spaghetti.
"Nikita, can I ask you something?" Derick asked, cutting up his spaghetti.
"Sure," she replied, cutting up hers aswell.
"Will you marry me?"
"Of course, but I really hope you don't mean within the next year," she said, smiling at him.
"Oh, no. I didn't mean right away, but I just wanted to know," he said, smiling back.
They lived happily ever after.
~~~THE END~~~