Hey all, sorry it took so long to update, because I KNOW you all are hanging on my every word ~_^. Hehe. Well, everything belongs to JK Rowling some way or another, you know. Not mine. As if you care. Aaaaaanyway, let's see..where were we.

Ah, yes.

CHAPTER 6.....

Charms ended unusually early, and rather abruptly as well, as Prof. Flitwick rushed out of the door shortly after his socks ('Madame Remembra's Magical Alarm Socks- Never be late again!') exploded.

"What was that he was yelling?" a startled-looking Ravenclaw boy asked no one in particular.

"I believe it was something about 'being late for his date with Madame 'Hoochy-Poo.'" Mae replied in a rather bored tone, not even looking up from the book she held three inches from her nose. "He really should consider scheduling them for some other time besides those when he is in the middle of class." Her tone was rather disgusted, though it probably mirrored every other Ravenclaws feelings about the pair. They had held a grudge against that * particular * pairing ever since they had found them snogging in the library. That is not the type of thing you tend to forget, rather, it is burned into your mind so that every time you close your eyes you see it.

"Like it's haunting you," Finished a rather pretty Ravenclaw girl. Rily sighed. "It wouldn't have been so bad if they hadn't squashed our private end-of-the-year banquet in the process." She shuddered, "All that sugar, ruined."

After the statement there was a moment of silence from all that were present, probably in honor of the lost sugar, which was broken by a sharp snap as Mae flipped her book closed.

"Well," she said, "No point in waiting around here. We had better go to the libra- er.common room." She paused for a moment, and then as an afterthought added; "Before any * werewolves * show up." At this she threw a disgruntled glare in the direction of the author, who did her very best to look innocent.

Nodding in agreement, the rest of the Ravenclaws followed her out of the door. Rily followed them after a few minutes pause, as watching the Alarm Socks put themselves back together were too interesting an opportunity to pass up.

The socks were almost done (they were now folding themselves on the desk) when Rily heard Mae call from somewhere in the castle. She was torn for a moment in indecision, but then, with a louder shriek from her friend, she reluctantly made for the door, walking backwards so that she might watch as much as the folding as possible.

This wasn't as wise as it seemed. She was in the process of turning around when she ran into something rather hard and cold. Her book bag snagged on the object, which proceeded to fall over, but she could not get out of the way, her bag holding her fast. Instead she twisted, missing being crushed by whatever-it-was, and might have very well gotten away alright had she not tripped over the pedestal the thing had been standing on. She fell sideways, and had almost reached the floor when her bag (still caught on what turned out to be a suit of armor) pulled tight against her shoulder, jerking her in the other direction. There was a flash of white as Rily's head collided with something very solid, and then black as her senses deserted her.

"Damn it." She said, and then she fainted.



Something was poking her. It was rather sharp, too. And it hurt. Stop it. Still, it persisted. I said stop it. Rily's mind swam. Why wouldn't it stop? She had already told it to twice! Her eyes refused to open. As if they were stuck. Her legs were moving either. Was she upside down? It felt like it, but she couldn't tell. No.she wasn't. The floor was. Silly thing. More poking. Stop it. She wasn't so demanding as before. Rily was getting tired. If only the floor would right itself.

Wait a second. Floors couldn't be upside down. They didn't grow that way. She was on the ceiling, then. No.that wasn't right either.

Poke, poke, poke. Stop it. Poke. Poke, poke. I said stop it. Rily groaned in frustration, and then jumped a bit when she heard it. What was that noise? Her eyes slowly opened as she sought the source of the sound. Everything was blurry. She felt sick.

"Are you dead?" Something asked in a rather doubtful voice. Rily saw movement in the corner of her eye. The floor seemed to have righted itself. Or the ceiling. She wasn't sure.

"No." Came the answer. Rily jumped again. * She * had made that noise! She could talk! For one brief moment she was excited, until she remembered that this wasn't particularily unusual.

"Oh." Came the reply from somewhere to her reft. No, light. No, left. Where was that? She groaned. Things were starting to become clearer. She could smell tacos. No, not tacos. It was raspberry. She smelled like raspberries. Was she lumpy and purple, too? Slowly, she gazed in the general direction of her feet. No. No, she wasn't. She just smelled like it. How odd.

"Better get up, then." Came the voice again.

"Raspberry?" Rily questioned groggily. It made perfect sense to her, but the thing didn't seem to understand. She suddenly saw something long and sharp, like a brown letter opener. It was going to open her! Panic flooded her body, and her finger twitched in a desperate attempt to get away.

"Sensus Restorem!" The something shouted, and it felt as though a giant windowsill of clear-headed-ness had slammed down on the fingers of grogginess that held her in their clutches. Or something like that. She never had been very good at metaphors.

Quite suddenly, she could see, and just as quickly wished she couldn't. Draco Malfoy stood above her, with a very amused expression on his face.

"Damn it." Rily groaned.

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Whee-hee! Wasn't that fun? Sorry it was kinda short. * grins sheepishly * Well, anyway, I just thought I would mention that the Magical Alarm Socks are MINE * clutches them protectively * No touchies! If you wanna use them, you are certifiably insane, but I don't mind as long as you tell people that they belong to Rianna. (that's me.) Well, see you in the next chapter!