A Forbidden Love

by A. Smithee

            Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and AOL Time Warner.  He's their bitch more than anyone else.  Same goes to the various characters of "The Tribe" and Cloud 9 Productions, respectively.

            Author's note: This is a story composed of many e-mails, which is why it may sound choppy.  This is also a PWP with slash.  If you don't like slash, be sure not to stop by , where "A Forbidden Love" is now archived.

Chapter Fourteen

            "Snape?!  What the hell are you doing?" Draco screamed.

            "Draco, I was an idiot.  I never should have chosen Gregory over you.  You are my soulmate and I love you," Snape said, his eyes brimming with tears.

            "Um … I don't know what to say," Draco said. "Severus, you broke my heart and I'm kinda involved with someone else now.  You know Ginny Weasley, right?"

            "Ginny Weasley."  Snape narrowed his eyes.

            The next morning at breakfast:

            "Good morning, students.  I hear the Ball was a big hit," Dumbledore said merrily. "As some of you may know, last night, Hagrid died."  He looked sorrowful for a moment but quickly cheered up. "On a lighter note, Jack will take over his gamekeeping duties."

            He nodded toward Jack, who was sitting next to Hermione at the Gryffindor table.

            "I have another announcement," Dumbledore said with less enthusiasm. "We have a new student joining us.  Martin … I'm sorry, it seems your last name is blurred out."

            He directed the last comment to a weird boy with goggles on his head.

            "I have no last name!  I am Zoot!  Martin is dead!" the weird boy yelled.  He then jumped on the staff table and screamed, "Power and chaos!"

            "Will someone please get him down?" Dumbledore said calmly.  Snape and Flitwick grabbed Martin's arms and dragged him outside.  As they passed the Gryffindor table, Snape sent Ginny a murderous glare.

            After breakfast:

            "Draco will soon be mine again.  I will take care of Ginny Weasley.  She will be no threat to me after she drinks this potion."

            "Uh, Professor, are you okay?"

            Snape quickly snapped out of his diabolical thoughts.

            "Students, today we will be making the 'other girl' potion.  Can I have a volunteer to help with the demonstration?" Snape asked his class.

            "I'll help," said a small Slytherin.

            "Put your hand down, Little Steve!" Snape shouted at him. "Miss Weasley, maybe you could help me?"

            "Uh, sure," Ginny said.  She had been daydreaming about the new guy.  He was really hot.

            Snape directed Ginny toward the cauldron.  "Weasley, add three frog legs and a pinch of dirt to the potion."

            Ginny obeyed and the potion began to bubble.

            "Good.  Now, Martin, could you hand her the –"

            "MY NAME IS NOT MARTIN!  I AM THE MIGHTY ZOOT!" Martin yelled.

            "Damn, can someone take this head case to Dumbledore's office?" Snape asked angrily.

            "I will!" Ginny said, jumping up and down.

            "Weasley, you have to finish the –" Snape began.

            It was too late.  Ginny and Martin were already out the door.

            After class:

            Snape walked quickly toward Dumbledore's office.  He had to scold Martin briefly before getting back to his potion.  Ginny wouldn't know what hit her.

            "Come in, Severus," Dumbledore said.

            "I'm here to collect Martin."

            "Martin?  He isn't here," Dumbledore said calmly.

            "But I sent him here.  He was disrupting the class so I had Ginny take –"

            "Hmm … You sent a boy and a girl to my office … alone," Dumbledore said knowingly.  He gave Snape an immensely disturbing wink.  "I suggest you go look for them."

            Snape hadn't even taken two steps when he heard giggling coming from a storage room next to Dumbledore's office.  He was about to open the door when he noticed a large flyer taped next to it.  It read:

            All-night tutoring par-TAY!  Harry Potter's room, Gryffindor Tower.  Starts at nine o'clock tonight.

            Stupid Potter, Snape thought bitterly. No one will come to that.  He reached for the doorknob and pulled it open.

            "Oh my God!  Snape, what the HELL are you doing here?!" Ginny screamed.  She and Martin were rolling around in their underwear.

            "The mighty Zoot strikes again!" Martin shouted as he ran down the corridor, leaving his clothes behind.  Snape and Ginny looked confused for a few seconds.

            "Ginny, stay away from Draco," Snape said menacingly.

            "Draco?  Ha!  I don't want Draco!  I need a real man, like Martin," Ginny said, starting to drool.

            "Ginny, I think we have an understanding."

            In an entirely different place:

            "Harry, this 'tutoring' session is gonna rock," Ron said, grinning.  He was secretly praying that Blaise would come.

            "Totally.  We need to get some food if it's going to be perfect, though."

            "What are we waiting for?"

            Harry and Ron carefully snuck into the kitchens.  When they entered, they knew something was wrong.  The house elves were idling in the entryway.  They looked scared.

            "Dobby, what's wrong?" Harry asked.

            "Harry Potter, Dumbledore has hired two new cooks," Dobby answered meekly.  Harry started to walk toward the kitchen when he was hit in the head with a frying pan.

            "Patch, you moron!  I told you to get a BIG frying pan.  This one is puny!  Get me a new one!" a female voice shouted.

            "Salene, I'm cooking!  Get it yourself," Patch answered.

            "Patch, you are so dead!" Salene yelled.

            Harry groggily sat up and saw a girl with pink hair launch herself onto the ugly blond kid from Dumbledore's office.

            "Ouch!" she screamed as Patch slashed her hand with a potato peeler.

            "Salene, I'm so sorry!  Put some of my homemade ointment on it," Patch said kindly.

            Salene rubbed some on her hand.  It turned purple and started bubbling.

            "You bastard!"  Yet again, she launched herself onto Patch.

            "I swear I thought it would help –" Patch broke off as she started biting his leg.

            "Harry," Ron whispered, "I got the food.  Let's go."  They hurried out as another pan came hurtling out of the kitchen.

            "Wow, she sure is lean and mean," Harry said.

            They walked up to Gryffindor Tower and started to set up the food.  Harry noted a poster on the wall.  It read:

            Join the Locos!  Be a part of the best new house in Hogwarts!  Contact Zoot (aka Martin) if interested.

            "Hey guys, am I early?" Jack asked as he walked in.

            "Shouldn't you be with Hermione?  She's due any second," Ron said.

            "Look, I'm marrying her.  I need some 'me' time.  Consider this my bachelor party."

            "Fine," Ron said begrudgingly.

            "Let's get this party started!"

            Goyle buried his face in his hands and wept freely.  Snape didn't love him anymore.  He had to get Snape back.

            Hmm … Goyle mused, Maybe I could date someone else to make him jealous.  Crabbe?  Too stupid and ugly.  Ron?  Too hard.  Harry?  Too easy.  Wood?  No, he's the same as Har–

            Goyle's thoughts were interrupted by an anguished cry from Hagrid's cabin.

            "JACK!"

            Okay, new joke.  What do you get when you cross a penis with a potato?  A dick-tater!  Hehe.  Anyway, more to come.