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All right, remember about Percy's magazines? Of course you do. Anyway, I trusted the twins to keep their mouths shut. Bad idea. How thick could I get? Really thick. God, I really am stupid. Well, maybe not when it comes to grades, but when it comes to common sense, I have nothing. Anyway, I was walking down the corridor with Katie, on the way to lunch, when Percy came hurrying over to me. I saw Katie bite her lip, trying to hold back a laugh. "Oliver, could I have a word please?" Percy asked. Why does he have to be so pompous?
"Yeah," I said. "What?" He glanced at Katie, but I gave him a look that clearly said 'She stays right here'.
"You know that........thing from 4th year that I made you keep secret?" he asked carefully.
"Yeah," I said, trying to sound curious and confused.
"Well, did you tell?" he asked. The look on his face was priceless. I needed to find that kid who stalks Potter, and get his camera.
"No," I said innocently.
"You're positive?" he asked, looking at Katie, who went into a coughing fit, trying to disguise her laughs. Looking at her made me want to laugh too.
"Positive," I said.
"Ok," he said, looking nervous.
"Why, did someone find out?" I asked.
"Yes. Fred and George are er.......tormenting me about it," he said distractedly.
"Maybe, Alex told," I said, thinking of our other room mates. "Or Jeff and Chad." I thought about who'd be the most liable to tell. "Or Sean!" I said. (A/N-Anyone recognize anything about that? A guy in one of my classes is lucky enough to have that name.)
"Yeah, maybe it was him," Percy said.
"What exactly are we talking about here?" Katie asked, her eyes glinting mischievously at me, in which I snuck a grin back.
"Um.......nothing," Percy said quickly. He gave me a hard stare. "I must be going." He nodded to Katie and hurried off, taking points from Draco Malfoy on the way. After a second or two of silence, Katie burst out laughing.
"What a thick-headed prat!" she said. "I still can't see how HE would have dirty porno mags."
"He was just as perverted as the twins," I said. I know, it IS hard to believe. "Speaking of which, I need to find those two."
"Yeah. You can't trust those two."
"Yeah, no shit."
"Language Wood. 5 points." I spun around and saw Professor Snape. I sucked in a breath of air, holding back the urge to curse him. Instead, I decided to use words.
"What about my language?" I asked. "Is there something wrong with my accent?" (A/N-Of course there's nothing wrong with a sexy accent like that!)
"You know perfectly well what I mean," Snape said.
"I do?"
"Mr. Wood, if you continue to provoke me, you'll find yourself in detention," Snape said.
"Will I? Who's going to make me?"
"That will be another 5 points. However I should make it 20."
"Who says you should?" Katie spoke up. Snape and I both turned to stare at her.
"Kates, stay out of this," I whispered urgently.
"Oh, how precious," Snape chided. "The girlfriend is coming to the rescue."
"Leave Katie out of this," I said in a threatening voice. "Or else."
"Are you attempting to threaten me, Mr. Wood?" Snape asked, looking almost amused.
"It's not a threat, it's a promise," I shot back.
"Well, I can promise you Wood, that you'll be in detention for a week, and if you continue to misbehave, you'll have a seat in the headmaster's office," Snape said icily. He turned to Katie, and I swelled up inhaling a breath of air. "As for you," he said. "10 points, and get your boyfriend in line." He strode off, his robes billowing behind. I stood, my fists clenched, grinding my teeth together.
"That greasy, filthy, motherfucker," I started. "What does he think he's doing?"
"Oliver, it's all right," Katie said. "And what he's doing is being himself, which is being a slimy, dirty bastard." She gave me a smile, and I felt my heart soften. "Come on. Let's go get lunch." I smiled, and took her hand. Somehow, she can get me smiling, even when things are at their worst. The only thing was, things weren't at their worst. In a way, they were at their best. Because the worst was yet to come.
All right, remember about Percy's magazines? Of course you do. Anyway, I trusted the twins to keep their mouths shut. Bad idea. How thick could I get? Really thick. God, I really am stupid. Well, maybe not when it comes to grades, but when it comes to common sense, I have nothing. Anyway, I was walking down the corridor with Katie, on the way to lunch, when Percy came hurrying over to me. I saw Katie bite her lip, trying to hold back a laugh. "Oliver, could I have a word please?" Percy asked. Why does he have to be so pompous?
"Yeah," I said. "What?" He glanced at Katie, but I gave him a look that clearly said 'She stays right here'.
"You know that........thing from 4th year that I made you keep secret?" he asked carefully.
"Yeah," I said, trying to sound curious and confused.
"Well, did you tell?" he asked. The look on his face was priceless. I needed to find that kid who stalks Potter, and get his camera.
"No," I said innocently.
"You're positive?" he asked, looking at Katie, who went into a coughing fit, trying to disguise her laughs. Looking at her made me want to laugh too.
"Positive," I said.
"Ok," he said, looking nervous.
"Why, did someone find out?" I asked.
"Yes. Fred and George are er.......tormenting me about it," he said distractedly.
"Maybe, Alex told," I said, thinking of our other room mates. "Or Jeff and Chad." I thought about who'd be the most liable to tell. "Or Sean!" I said. (A/N-Anyone recognize anything about that? A guy in one of my classes is lucky enough to have that name.)
"Yeah, maybe it was him," Percy said.
"What exactly are we talking about here?" Katie asked, her eyes glinting mischievously at me, in which I snuck a grin back.
"Um.......nothing," Percy said quickly. He gave me a hard stare. "I must be going." He nodded to Katie and hurried off, taking points from Draco Malfoy on the way. After a second or two of silence, Katie burst out laughing.
"What a thick-headed prat!" she said. "I still can't see how HE would have dirty porno mags."
"He was just as perverted as the twins," I said. I know, it IS hard to believe. "Speaking of which, I need to find those two."
"Yeah. You can't trust those two."
"Yeah, no shit."
"Language Wood. 5 points." I spun around and saw Professor Snape. I sucked in a breath of air, holding back the urge to curse him. Instead, I decided to use words.
"What about my language?" I asked. "Is there something wrong with my accent?" (A/N-Of course there's nothing wrong with a sexy accent like that!)
"You know perfectly well what I mean," Snape said.
"I do?"
"Mr. Wood, if you continue to provoke me, you'll find yourself in detention," Snape said.
"Will I? Who's going to make me?"
"That will be another 5 points. However I should make it 20."
"Who says you should?" Katie spoke up. Snape and I both turned to stare at her.
"Kates, stay out of this," I whispered urgently.
"Oh, how precious," Snape chided. "The girlfriend is coming to the rescue."
"Leave Katie out of this," I said in a threatening voice. "Or else."
"Are you attempting to threaten me, Mr. Wood?" Snape asked, looking almost amused.
"It's not a threat, it's a promise," I shot back.
"Well, I can promise you Wood, that you'll be in detention for a week, and if you continue to misbehave, you'll have a seat in the headmaster's office," Snape said icily. He turned to Katie, and I swelled up inhaling a breath of air. "As for you," he said. "10 points, and get your boyfriend in line." He strode off, his robes billowing behind. I stood, my fists clenched, grinding my teeth together.
"That greasy, filthy, motherfucker," I started. "What does he think he's doing?"
"Oliver, it's all right," Katie said. "And what he's doing is being himself, which is being a slimy, dirty bastard." She gave me a smile, and I felt my heart soften. "Come on. Let's go get lunch." I smiled, and took her hand. Somehow, she can get me smiling, even when things are at their worst. The only thing was, things weren't at their worst. In a way, they were at their best. Because the worst was yet to come.