A/N: I have no clue what this chapter is going to be about, but it's a chapter... *shrugs* oh well. I'll figure it out. Anyway, I think this story is either winding down or just getting started. I'm going to have to make a decision soon about what happens. (

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Disclaimer: I still don't own it.

6. SHOCKING!!!!!!!!!!

"I stand here face to face, with someone that I used to know, used to look at me and laugh. But now he claims he's known me so very long, but I remember being no one." Hoobastank: Remember Me.

He stood in the doorway, not making a sound. He had been there for well over an hour, dark, brooding eyes glistening in the ray of sunlight that fell across his face, and yet no one noticed him- it was as if he wasn't there. Well, that wasn't exactly true. One girl had, but didn't seem to care.

Chilling, considering when his students were in his class every one of them seemed overly aware of his presence. It was a nice feeling to know that a stare given just the right way at just the right time could make someone shake so bad, they have trouble writing.

Finally, someone caught sight of him, and the previously talkative Gryffindor common room fell silent. They were all wondering why their Potions teacher, not to mention head of Slytherin House, was doing in their 'place of resting.'

All sat still and quiet, some daring to look his way and others looking down at their hands. No one wanted to lose House Points.

Only one student didn't seem bothered by this intrusion. She sat in a far corner, playing with a Chance Ball. The Chance Ball was a marvelous little device; it analyzed your intelligence at first touch, molding the levels to your personality and thoughts. There are three rows of four of your friends. One of the said friend uses the Avanda Kedavara on another version of him/her self. You have to find out who used the curse, who the 'other version' of that person is, and why they did it, based on the person's personality.

The thing about this particular wizard's game, is that it is nearly impossible to 'win' the game. It just keeps getting harder, motives are too well hidden or very miniscule, or the clues to who the killer is are too subtle.

The only indication she gave that she 'had' seen him was a quick glance thrown at him when he first came. Consequently he was here to see the Weasley girl.

"Miss Weasley, come here, could you?" Severus Snape looked coolly as the red head signed off of the Chance Ball and set it beside her on couch. The glare he gave her dared her to speak a word against him. He didn't believe she would.

"I do believe I could... but I don't think I will."

Snape felt mildly surprised, although he did not let it be seen.

"I believe it in your best interest that you do, Virginia."

Virginia was staring back at her teacher, knowing he wasn't getting what he expected. But there was a slight swelling of doubt in her chest; did he know this wasn't Ginny? Or did he merely want to sound sincere and authoritative? Either way, she didn't really care. She would let it play out, he would surely show his hand, or she would call his bluff in a few moments.

"And how, exactly, do 'you' know what my best interests are? I actually think my most important... 'interests' lie in the Slytherin Sixth Year dormitory, don't you?"

The rest of the Gryffindors in the room were gawking at this girl, one they thought was the most soft-hearted person in the world, as she told not only the students but Severus Snape too that she was with Malfoy. Of course it 'could' be anyone, but any one of them would bet on Draco, and they wouldn't be disappointed, either.

The fact that she was also talking back to the most feared teacher in school also made this a spectacle to be gawked at.

"You'll be receiving detention for that, but I cannot be bothered with that at this time. Apparatius Virginia!" (A/N: yes, I did make that spell up.)

Virginia felt herself being forced to apparate before Snape, and Ginny was still inside, watching, caring less and less about what happened to her now.

"Ah, that's better, now I don't have to broadcast your life to the entirety of Gryffindor House. It is about Draco that I wish to speak to you about. It has come to my attention that you were in the common room, Slytherin that is, last night. Apparently Draco was the one to let you in."

Virginia tiredly, she already knew this. Couldn't he get to the point?

"And...?" She couldn't keep herself from asking.

"And that is against the rules. I want to know why Draco took you there and what the two of you did."

"First of all, it is none of your business why we do anything, as long as we're not killing any one. But, all we did was talk, professor."

"And why couldn't you 'talk' in the library or somewhere else on school grounds?" The girl before him was making him feel things he shouldn't be, not about a student. He had to hand it to him; Malfoy did have good taste.

"We wanted to be alone." Honestly, Snape was supposed to be a Slytherin, he should be able to figure it out easily enough.

"Very well. I expect both of you to meet me tomorrow night, eight o'clock, in my office to serve your detention. Yours, of course, will be double for that little stunt you pulled in the room."

He called that a stunt? Damn, this man was out of the loop. He was a lost cause, she couldn't' believe that he was a Death Eater.

"Think about me while I'm away Severus." She drew herself up as high as she could, as if she was going kiss her teacher. He seemed perfectly willing to accept.

Just before her lips met his, she stopped, turning around and laughing softly.

"See you tomorrow, Snape." And she retired to her dormitory. A shocked Harry, Ron, and Hermione being left without any information behind.

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~~*The next morning*~~

Draco awoke that morning feeling a trifle disappointed. His dreams had centered on a particular Weasley, but that wasn't the source of the disappointment. Actually that was the opposite.

He was disappointed in himself; he let the girl know how he felt about her. Hell, most of the time his feelings were hidden from himself, so how had she gotten him to say what he said?

The possibility that she had given some type of potion or cast a spell seemed unlikely, but it was always a possibility.

Flustered, he dressed and went down to the Great Hall for breakfast. As requested, he saved Ginny a seat next to him, and as promised, almost the entire school stared and pointed as the girl took her place.

As she was sitting, she said: "So, did Snape go all pissy on you too?" Under the table she took his hand.

"Yeah, but don't worry, love. Detention can't be that bad." A smirk came on his face once more. "Just wait to see what we do when he's not in the room."

He leaned over the distance between them, kissing her on the lips. A collective gasp sounded as the entire school saw this.

Malfoy looked at the lot boredly. "Look love, we're the center of attention! Are you done?"

"Yes, let's go." The stood and turned to depart, the students and staff eyeing them closely.