My Satin Doll
By: Realmi
Chapter Two: Don't Play With Me, Cause You're Playing With Fire
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Author's notes: Thanks to David for being the first to review this story! Hooray for my fuckant and hooray for Samma the Splendiferous: my sexy love pigeon! Oh hooray for Assila too, because she loves this story. Okay, enough Realmi-ranting, just enjoy the story.
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Ilana sank steadily lower into her seat, never in all her life had she been so nervous. In about ten seconds, the Sorting will be over and Dumbledore will announce her as the new History of Magic teacher. "Attention, students, attention," Dumbledore said with a warm smile. "Welcome to a new year a Hogwarts! Before we begin our traditional feast, I would like to make two very important announcements. Teaching our Defense Against the Dark Arts course is Professor Gilderoy Lockhart," Lockhart stood up and flashed a brilliant, flawless smile. The room exploded with claps from very single female student.
"Thank you, thank you," Lockhart smiled with a bow. "I'll have you all know that I'm more than qualified for this position and you'll all be very pleased to know that this year you will learn a thing or two," he waved to his audience and took his seat. Ilana darkened; she was starting to dislike this peacock of a man already and from the looks of her fellow staff members, so were they.
Dumbledore, however, seemed just as jolly as ever. "Also, Professor Binns has suffered an after life crisis and has left us to live a little," there were a few snorts and giggles after that last comment. "I'm pleased to tell you that Professor Ilana Miren, one of the brightest students Hogwarts has ever seen, will be teaching the History of Magic class. I'm sure you'll all find her very interesting," Ilana stood up and received even more applause then Lockhart: because her applause came from everyone in the room, for they all were glad to see Binns leave. Ilana's nervousness left her. All right Hogwarts, she thought, getting an all too familiar gleam of mischief in her eyes. If you can give it, I can take it. Cause if this heart is gonna break, it's gonna take a lot to break it……I need to get out of here and listen to my music…
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After the feast, Ilana was going up to her room to finish her unpacking when she passed the one person she had been dieing to see. Her best friends' son: Harry Potter. It took all of her self control not to hug him on the spot and start crying. He's a James clone! She thought, but she knew she couldn't hug him, or cry, or tell him anything yet, she'd have to wait. Calm yourself, Tails, Ilana thought as she neared him. He has no clue who you are and you can't seem too weird on your first day. So, they passed with nothing but a curt nod and Harry's red haired friend looking back over his shoulder to give Ilana a second glance.
Ilana finally reached her room. It was warm and cozy with a fire place and plenty of room for her stereo, piano, bed, dressers, other furniture, and random knickknacks. Yay! They even gave the big armchair I asked for! Ilana reached into her carpet bag and pulled out her penguin, Shiver; she gave him a tight hug and tossed him onto her bed. Ilana reached into her bag one more time before kicking it under her bed. In her hand was a scrapbook and a picture frame. She placed the scrap book on her nightstand and after a slight pause, set the picture upright.
It was her most treasured possession: a picture of her, Remus, Sirius, James, and Lily at their wedding reception. James and Lily were holding each other lovingly, smiling like the world was just handed to them on a sliver platter. Remus was sitting down at a table holding a glass of wine while laughing at Sirius and Ilana, for they were recreating scenes from their favorite musicals (one of the perks of Muggle Studies). Picture Sirius and Ilana were currently doing the restaurant scene in Hello Dolly. Real Ilana smiled sadly. I miss them all so much…even Remus who I saw this morning in the name of McGonagall's hairnet!
Ilana tucked herself under her covers, hugging Shiver, "I'm not going to cry," she told herself aloud. "No matter how much he may look like them, fly like them, or act like them, I won't cry or treat him differently then any other student," Ilana sighed and rolled over onto her side, still clutching her stuffed animal. "I won't cry…"
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The next morning, Ilana woke up too late for breakfast but she had just enough time to run down the staff room and see if there was anything there. After a quick change (into a pair of khaki pants and a black tunic) and a fast grooming, she grabbed her guitar and made her way down to the staff room.
There were only two people in there when she arrived, Gilderoy Lockhart and Severus Snape: both of whom were sitting at one of the wooden tables. Lockhart was chatting on and on about something he had done, Severus was not looking too pleased but quietly stirred his coffee. "Ah, fair Miss. Ilana, you look fabulous as always, please allow me to get you a cup of coffee. Women so lovely shouldn't do such menial labor," Lockhart said, Ilana winced and had to stop herself from kicking him. But Lockhart got up and got her some coffee.
"My hero," she stated dryly, Lockhart beamed. Ilana rolled her eyes and left, unable to stand being in his presence. After she had exited, Lockhart turned around again to talk to Snape.
"Did you hear that? I think she may like me!" Lockhart was beside himself with glee. Severus stood up from the table.
"Trust me," he said, his voice like ice. "She doesn't go for blonde hair. She's more into……black," and with that he left.
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Ilana sat down on her desk, over looking the area where her students would soon be. She knew that she would get nervous before she started, hence why she brought her guitar, it always calmed her down. She opened her case to reveal an ancient acoustic guitar. She gingerly picked up her "baby" and began to strum the strings, singing an old Rolling Stones song.
Well, you've got your diamonds
and you've got your pretty clothes
And the chauffeur drives your car
You let everybody know
But don't play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire
Your mother she's a heiress,
owns a block in Saint John's Wood
And your father'd be there with her
If he only could
But don't play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire
Your old man took her diamonds
and tiaras by the score
Now she gets her kicks in Stepney
Not in Knightsbridge anymore
So don't play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire
Now you've got some diamonds
and you will have some others
But you'd better watch your step, girl
Or start living with your mother
So don't play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire
So don't play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire
She looked up from her guitar, sensing someone watching her. Leaning against the doorframe was Severus Snape. "Hello, Severus," Ilana smiled cheerfully. "It's been a while."
"Indeed it has," Severus said, still leaning against the door. "I was walking by when I heard you singing."
"Did it bring back memories?" Ilana asked teasingly.
"Please tell me that you've grown enough maturity as to not dance upon the tables at lunch belting out Oklahoma hits," Severus commented snidely. "I'm still having nightmares."
Ilana titled her head, "And please tell me that you've grown some common sense and some humility."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, you always had to one up everyone in everything, you couldn't stand it if someone was better at you at anything! I swear, you have the biggest superiority complex on the planet!"
"Why do you always have to make me seem like such a bastard?" Severus asked, in his same snide manner.
"Because, I don't have to try very hard," Ilana said, returning her baby to its case.
"Your words cut me to the quick."
"What was I just saying? Don't play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire," just then, the bell rang and Severus stalked out of the room as her students filed into their seats. That's right Hogwarts, once again, you're playing with fire.
***Third chapter, Ilana teaches class***
Endnotes: Juli! Carmen! Read and Review this story or you shall suffer the wrath of Realmi-sama! Oooooo….Cowboy Bebops on. All the rest of you, thanks for reading, please review!
With hugs, flowers, and chocolate,
Realmi