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The Seventh Hour"So," Draco said to Harry. "Ahab, can I have my doobage?"
Harry didn't think about it, he just handed over the weed. Then, after realizing what he had done, he yelled, "Wasteoid! You're not going to light up in here!" Draco ignored him, heading off to the front of the room. Hermione watched him, then did the same. "Shit," Harry muttered, running a hand through his hair, before following.
Five minutes later, Draco and everyone else, besides Cho, were sitting on top of the desks in a circle. Smoke was hovering all over the room, making it seem as though a fog charm had been applied to the Potion's lab. Everyone looked at everyone else and started to laugh hysterically for some unknown reason.
Draco lit up Hermione. She inhaled deeply, then coughed it out. Harry and Ginny laughed, lighting one another up. Harry exhaled and tried to eat his own smoke. Then in a weird, high pitched voice he said, "Witches can't hold der smoke! That's wut it is." He wobbled a bit in his seat and Ginny slapped him on the back, thinking he was choking.
Then, the redhead started to speak to everyone. "Do you know how popular I am? I'm so popular, everybody loves me so much, at this school..." She teeter tottered on her seat, nearly falling forward, but then caught herself. "Hehe," she giggled nervously. "Whoopsie daisy!"
Hermione rolled her eyes, thinking she wasn't too doped up yet. Seconds after it, she fell backward off the desk, landing on her back. "Ouch!" she cried.
"Aw, poor baby," Draco chuckled, giving her a hand up. As Hermione sat up, she noticed that Ginny was waving Harry over to her. Harry stood up, wobbling over. When he reached the Weasley girl, she fell flat on her face. "At least you aren't as bad off as Weasel's sister. She's so high, I doubt she'll return to normal before tomorrow."
The entire room was filled with smoke then. Harry started to dance for no apparent reason. His arms and legs moved semi-fluently. Everyone started to cheer him on and he danced around the room, running around too. His arms flailed around, waving through the smoke as if to cut it into sections.
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Further down in the depths of the Dungeons, Professor Snape was looking through the student scrolls labeled CONFIDENTIAL. He found great relief in searching the words, finding things out about the student's personal lives. It made his job more interesting. Especially since it gave him something to hold over on them.
As he shifted through the scrolls, he came to one that caught his eye. "Mister, oh mister Longbottom...a history of slight mental illness? Woah, no wonder he's so fucked up! And here I just suspected he couldn't make a good potion because I was intimidating. Hmmm."
"Afternoon, Professor," a scratchy voice entered from his right.
Snape glanced up from the scroll, "Afternoon Filch," he nodded. "How are you doing?"
"Good," the scraggly man glared.
"Good," Snape smirked, it was the closest thing he had to a smile. "Is there something I should be informed of?"
"Nope," he shook his head. "I was just wondering to myself why you were down here in the Dungeon scrolls."
"Hmmm? Oh, this? It's some of my homework," Snape tried to grin, but didn't succeed. He was out of practice.
"Homework, eh?"
"Yeah."
Filch looked over Snape's shoulder, reading the large print that read: CONFIDENTIAL. "In the Confidential scrolls?" he asked, skeptically. No one, not even McGonagell had the authority to go behind Dumbledore's back and read the Confidential scrolls.
Snape started to look rather nervous for someone of his nature. "Look, Archus...this is a highly sensitive area and I'll tell you something...certain people would be very, very embarrassed… I would really appreciate it if, if…. this would be something that, that you and I could keep between us..."
"What are you going do for me, Professor?"
"What would you like, Archus?" Snape asked, a bit annoyed that the Squibb would dare ask something of him. He was a high-ordained Hogwarts Professor, not a nosy little snitch, like this man.
"Got fifty knuts?"
"What?" Snape demanded, not wanting the bribe.
"Fifty knuts," smirked Filch, crossing his arms over his chest.
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Back in the Potions Lab, Harry had forgotten who he was completely. Worse, he didn't know who anyone else was either. Ginny was sitting right next to him. Off to the side, Cho was watching them both as they laughed hysterically at the dumb things the other was doing.
"No, no, no, man," Harry was muttering as he swaying back and forth in his seat. "No, you got a middle name, man?" he asked Ginny, not sure whether she was a wizard or a witch.
"Yeah," Ginny cried happily, like a kindergartner who had just got a golden star. "Guess!"
Cho's ears perked up at this invitation. Pleased, she started to approach them. "Your middle name is Molly, as in your mother's first name…" Ginny and Harry were shocked out of their intoxicated state. They both looked at one another in confusion. "You're five foot four inches tall, you weigh one hundred and ten pounds, and your social security number for the Muggle world is 0-4-9-3-8-0-9-1," she stopped, as he held his breath, "3," she finished with a wide grin.
"Wow!" exclaimed Harry, looking
thoroughly impressed. "Are you psychic?
"No," Cho smirked.
Ginny stared at Harry, then at Cho. She looked down at her hands, as if they knew how Cho had figured out so much about her, then she spoke. "Well would you mind telling me how you know all this about me?"
Cho's grin went even wider. She pulled Ginny's purse out from under the folds of her robes. "I stole your purse," she confessed.
"Give it to me!" screamed Ginny, her hands shooting out to grab the purse free from Cho's grip.
"Nope," Cho smiled in that insane way of hers. She clutched it to her chest.
"Give it!" the redhead yelled again.
Rummaging through the bag to make sure nothing was missing, Ginny started to berate Cho. "This is great...you're a thief too! Huh?" she asked, counting the many supplies of make up she had thrown into her bag for this year at Hogwarts. She wanted to make sure it was all there.
"I'm not a thief!" Cho insisted, looking quite murderous.
"Multi-talented!" Ginny hissed, matching Cho's glare.
"What's there to steal? A bunch of girly shit? No thanks," she sighed, brushing her long, black bangs up. "A few knuts and a beaver shot."
"What?" Harry asked, his eyes getting a weird glint to them. (A/N: Bad Harry! Bad!)
Cho's eyes snapped onto Harry's as if his entire being disgusted her. "He's got a nudie picture in there! I saw it, it's perverted," she told him.
"Alright," he smiled. "Let's see it!"
Cho rolled her eyes. She yanked Ginny's purse out of her hands and tossed it to Harry.
He shuffled through it for a couple minutes, then pulled out a fake I.D. After scanning it, he exclaimed, "This is the worst fake I.D. I've ever seen. Do you realize you made yourself sixty-eight?"
Ginny giggled. "I know, I know, it's a goof from Fred and George. You know how my brothers are," she smiled.
"What do you need a fake ID for?" he asked.
Ginny stared at him for a moment, not speaking. "Isn't it obvious?" she questioned. When he didn't reply, she laughed, "To get into night clubs, silly."
"You wanna see what's in my bag?" Cho asked, her eyes sparked with fire.
"NO!" Ginny and Harry shouted in unison.
Hurt and resentful, Cho picked up Draco's athame from where she had seen Hermione hide it. Slitting it across the top of her bag, she let a load of books, scrolls, quills, and other junk fall all over the stone floor of the Potions Room.
Harry's eyes bulge. "Holy shit! What is all that stuff?"
"Do you always carry this much shit in your bag?" Ginny asked, eyeing all the womanly products that were so openly displayed.
"Yeah," Cho nodded, still angry with them. "I always carry this much shit in my bag," she sighed, running a hand through her disheveled hair. "You never know when you may have to jam..."
"Are you going to turn out to be like Professor Trewlawny? Like are you going to gaze into crystal balls all day and make weird death predictions for everyone in Hogwarts?" Ginny asked, looking at Cho as if she was seeing her for the first time.
"I'll do what I have to do..." she replied, staring Ginny directly in the eye.
"Why do you have to do anything?"
"Because my home life is unsatisfying," Cho answered, saying the last word so slowly that she emphasized every syllable.
Ginny looked skeptical. "So you're saying you'd subject yourself to the violent dangers of the England streets because your home life is unsatisfying?"
"I don't have to run away and live in the street...I can run away and, go to the ocean, I can go to the country, I can go to the mountains. I can go to Israel, Africa, Afghanistan..." she sighed, finished with her little speech.
The redhead had taken this all in. She stared at Cho, then turned her attention to Harry. "Harry...you wanna get in on this? Cho here says, she wants to run away, because her home life is unsatisfying."
Harry looked up from where he had been contemplating all this for several minutes. Then, as wisely and as much like Dumbledore as he could, he said, "Well everyone's home lives are un-satisfying...If it wasn't, people would live with there parents forever."
Ginny nodded, "Yeah, yeah I understand. But I think that hers goes beyond, you know, what people like you and me...consider normal unsatisfying."
"Never mind...forget it, everything's cool!" Cho glanced at them both, then stuffing her tattered remains of a bag with her junk, she started to leave.
Harry got up and grabbed her arm, "What's the deal?"
"There is no deal, Boy-o," she snapped. "Just forget it and leave me alone." When Harry persisted to hold onto her arm, she smacked him. "Eat shit!"
Ginny shook her head, lighting up the final roll of marijuana. "The girl is an island, with herself," she sighed, taking a deep inhale. Harry watched her for a moment, tried to see where Cho had gone, then joined Ginny in taking another swig of the drugs.
In another corner of the room, Draco was sitting with Hermione. The brown haired witch was looking through his wallet, gazing at all the pictures he kept in it. Meanwhile, he was rooting through her bag, paging through all the different spell books she had in her collection.
"Are all these your girlfriends?" Hermione asked, holding up some of the pictures.
Draco shrugged, "Some of them."
Curious, Hermione continued. "What about the other ones?"
"Well, some I consider my girlfriends and some...I just consider," he answered, not looking at her as he tossed a few books out of the bag so he could probe deeper.
She smiled and shook her head. "Consider what?"
"Whether or not, I want to hang out with them," he growled, staring directly at her as if she was insane.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "You don't believe in just one guy, one girl?" she asked, wondering how Draco could keep up with six different girls, none of which belonged here at Hogwarts.
"No," he shook his head. "Do you?"
Finally they were getting somewhere. "Yeah...that's the way it should be."
"Well, not for me," he replied gruffly.
"Why not?" she pestered, pushing him to the brink. He got defensive and tensed.
Ignoring her question, he asked, "How come you got so many books in your bag?"
"How come you got so many girlfriends?" she retorted, leveling her gaze with his.
He crossed his arms over his chest. Acting much like a child throwing a tantrum, he persisted, "I asked you first."
She shrugged, not knowing the true answer to his question herself. "I don't know…I guess I like a little bit of everything now and then," she told him.
"Me too," he smirked in his arrogant way, his eyes hungry.
"Oh…"
A/N: Okay, I got off my lazy ass and wrote the next chapter. Sorry that it took so long but with work, volunteering, dancing, school, and the holidays approaching I have had very little time to think of where I want to take this story. It may seem easy to write, since I have the movie to go on, but it's a harder process then one many think. Anyway, I thank all who have reviewed before. ~Nev
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