Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its stuff, but I do own
Emily. And I do own sexy Draco. You all just don't know that. Ok fine. He
is JKR's too. She gets all the hot ones. so not fair.
'Better Slip with Foot than Tongue'
[Touch Me Not]
Emily O'Leary lay in the Prefect washroom on the rather cushiony emerald couch. She lazily glided her fingers down her towel, her mind deep in thought. She threw her head back over the arm and sighed, her long black hair just touching the cold marble floor. 'Should I have remained dead?' She held onto the top of her towel as she sat up and stood tall. Emily padded over to the pool-sized bath tub and kneeled, turning the faucet. Soon after the tub was filling with cinnamon scented water. Bubbles appeared, scattering all around the tub. She slipped her towel off, revealing her pale milky skin. She stepped into the tub and relaxed. Today was Halloween. Her lids covered her watering eyes as sleep overcame her.
Meanwhile, everyone else in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry were asleep. One by one students awoke, and got ready for today's classes. Dumbledore planned nothing for Halloween this year, just the usual decorations and feast. All the professors were rather down too. Halloween just wasn't the same.
Draco Malfoy tossed and turned in his silky black sheets. His now blond hair was tousled as he bolted up. Every night he had that nightmare. Every night. The blinding green light and Blaise cackling. It did not matter to him anymore, but she still haunted his dreams. He downright hated Emily. But if he really did, why did he always dream about her? Draco got up and threw on a robe and walked into his slippers. He ran a hand through his hair and made his way to the Prefect washroom for his shower. He reached the washroom and passed the giggling mermaid. She would never admit that she peeked when he stripped off his clothes. He passed by the tub, the cinnamon lingering in the air. He did notice someone in there, and that the person had long black hair. But he just walked on. He took off his robe and laid it on the adjacent chair while kicking off his slippers. He put his towel around his waist as he slipped off his boxers. ( ::drool:: )
Emily awoke as someone closed the shower door. She looked around noticing that people have been there, for the House towels were no longer hanging up on the racks. Steam emitted from the showers drawing Emily's eyes over the dark green silk robe, and slippers marked with 'DM'. She pushed the bubbles away from her and pulled her hair up. She reached for her towel and climbed out of the tub. Just as she wrapped it around her, the shower door slammed shut. She turned around abruptly and caught Draco drape his robe over his very well toned chest. He pulled his slippers on and walked toward the mirror. Emily had to drag her eyes away from him and pad over to the couch where her robe was. She quickly threw it on and ran out of the washroom, straight to the common room, and into her dormitory.
Draco snickered as Emily hastily left the washroom. He combed his hair back, then pushed it to the front, letting it fall into his eyes. He blew a kiss to the mirror and turned swiftly. Two Ravenclaws entered holding hands, kissing each other as Draco left. He kept on his way to the Slytherin Dormitories until he spotted someone hiding in the corner. He paused to see if who it was, until he decided he didn't care. He reached the Slytherin common room and skipped down the stairs to his dorm, whistling a nice catchy tune.
Breakfast was loud and rowdy. At the Gryffindor table Dean Thomas ignited his apple strudel after attempting to make it apple cinnamon, causing them to roar with laughter. The Hufflepuffs were boring as usual, but there was much action at the Ravenclaw table. One girl, named Joanna Bloom, hexed Anthony Fletcher for asking her to get his candy for him, for the millionth time, while Sir Nicholas showed the first years his ahem, 'beheaded-ness' causing them to knock over their goblets of pumpkin juice. The Slytherin table was very tense and silent. Emily quietly played with her food, swirling her butter and syrup together in a pool of sticky-ness. The Bloody Baron flew past her and whispered in her ear. "Death is such a lovely thing, isn't it?" Emily abruptly dropped her fork and sat tall. He left a cold draft as he flew to the other end of the hall.
"I'm not so hungry Blaise. I'll meet you in the courtyard." She placed her napkin on her plate and nodded at Blaise. He smiled weakly and turned so she could get out. She walked very quickly past her fellow students and pushed open the tall entrance doors. Her robes billowed past her as she held her books to her chest. She reached the courtyard in record time and sat down on one of the many stone benches. She put her books next to her and crossed her leg over the other. 'Death is a lovely thing.'
Draco watched her leave the Great Hall. He felt a pang of guilt in his heart. Perhaps he shouldn't have said such things to her. 'But she did deserve it.' One side of him wanted to believe she was sorry, and the other wanted to forget about her totally. He was torn. He decided he would talk to her. He stood up and followed her out the door.
Harry Potter stood against a pillar with his arms crossed over his chest, and his eyes narrowed. A blur of black zoomed past him. He turned and looked at it, seeing it was Emily. He silently followed her and hid behind a pillar watching her in the courtyard. After he noticed she was content, he walked over to her and sat next to her. She opened her eyes and turned to him, frowning.
"Hello Emily." Harry attempted to smile charmingly, but failed. "Well, erm, nice weather today."
Emily raised an eyebrow and laughed. "Nice pick up quote Potter. Where did you get that? From Granger?" Harry's smile faltered.
"No, but, ah, oh well. I'm not good at this. Give me a snitch and I'm happy." He turned his body to her and put his hands over her books.
She grinned and pulled her hair down from her ponytail, then pushed it over her shoulder. "Well, I must say, you do fairly well in Quidditch. But I could beat you any day. Too bad Malfoy is Seeker." Her eyes fell downcast and she lowered her face.
Harry noticed this and put his finger under her chin and lifted her face up. "Malfoy is a jerk. You deserve ten times better. He isn't good enough for someone like you."
Emily's lip quirked up, trying to smile. "Someone like me. I'm nothing special Harry. Really."
"I object. No one is like you. You are unique. Everything about you that drives me crazy makes you special. No one I ever met can surpass you. Besides, you are the most beautiful person I've ever laid my eyes on." Harry took her hands in his.
"That is really nice Harry, but--" Harry cut her off by quickly catching her lips in his. Emily sat there, shocked. She tried to kiss him back, but was still frozen with shock. He pulled back slowly, staring into her eyes. Emerald on emerald.
"I'm sorry Em, I couldn't take it anymore. Just being around you. and your aroma. its so intoxicating." He ran a hand through his hair and gave her a lopsided grin.
Emily's mouth was still in an 'o'. The bell rang shrilly, and Emily blinked. "I'll catch up to you later Harry. Bye." She grabbed her books and made her way down to Defence Against the Dark Arts.
When Draco arrived at the courtyard he saw Emily lip locked with Potter. 'Well then. I go to apologize, and she is swapping spit with the enemy.' He clutched his books tightly and turned on his heel.
Emily took her seat next to Blaise in the classroom, waiting for Professor Marjorie Minfinkle. She was a real twit. The students flooded in and waited in anticipation for their professor. The door opened and a tall man with black robes sauntered in. Emily couldn't make out his face because of him being far in the back. The Ravenclaw girls next to her giggled.
"Who is it?" She whispered, but received no answer. The man made his way to the front, his sandy blond shoulder length hair swaying.
Emily's eyebrows shot up. "Remus!" He smiled at her generously and placed his briefcase on the desk.
"Good morning class. I'm sorry to tell you this, but Professor Minfinkle has left Hogwarts due to reasons that I am not supposed to tell you, but will anyway. Peeves froze her knickers and used them as Frisbees during a staff meeting." He paused, letting the students laugh. "Well, as most of you know, I am Remus Lupin. Dumbledore has asked me to come back to teach for you this year."
Emily smiled brightly and turned to Blaise, "I bet Snape is pissed." Blaise nodded in agreement and picked up his quill as class started.
After class Lupin asked Emily to stay after. She walked up to his desk and looked up at him. "Hello there Remus." He glanced up from his parchment and stood. He grinned at her and dropped his quill.
"Don't you just stand there Emily, come here and give me a hug." Emily smirked and enveloped him in a tight hug.
"I've missed you buddy. The house has been quite lonely and quiet without you. And your 'vette is calling your name. Oh, I took her out for a spin the other night, hope you don't mind." He laughed gaily and sat back down. He swung his legs up over his desk and crossed them at his ankles.
"It's good to have you back, but. I've got to go and leg it to Potions. I'll talk to you later. Bye Remus!"
The moon was full and the sky was cloudy. There was a strong mist over the grounds making Hogwarts look even more mystical. Everyone in the Great Hall was enjoying the great feast. Blaise chuckled as Emily got hit in the forehead with a piece of candy corn. She wrinkled her nose and looked around. Millicent hid her face behind her napkin, peeking out from it. Emily giggled and tossed a handful at her. But unfortunately she missed and hit Malcolm Baddock who was sitting next to her. Millicent laughed and turned to him. He looked up from his plate and darted his eyes around attempting to find the person who threw the candy. To his left Draco was laughing, so Malcolm took a spoonful of chocolate pudding and flung it at his face. Draco stopped dead and put his hands on the table. He searched around and spotted Graham Pritchard smirking malevolently. Draco wiped his face off and took out his wand. He whispered something under his breath and an orange light swivelled towards Graham, hitting him in the chest. He stood up immediately and tore off his robes. There he stood, clad in his boxers. You might not find that embarrassing, but on the pink boxers were little ballerinas that were animated to do pirouettes across his bum. Music box music came from his mouth every time he tried to say something. It was quite amusing.
"All this from one piece of candy corn." Emily and Blaise laughed together as Graham ran out of the Great Hall.
Dumbledore stood up with that twinkle in his eyes. "I believe you are all enjoying this lovely feast. Thank the house elves please." He paused, clapping his hands in a golfer-clap way. "After you are finished, take a nice walk around the school. It is a lovely night. I am extending our times tonight by an hour. But you must be in your common rooms by then. I'll leave you off with a few intriguing words I've heard. Aurora, Makita, Suisse." He sat back down and looked over at the bewildered students, smiling.
"Come on Emily! You are too slow!" Blaise ran past her, flying up the stairs. Emily heaved a sigh and continued after him. Blaise reached the top first and stood at the door waiting. After Emily got there, he slowly opened the door, his wand ready. A few of the Slytherins were playing 'Hide and Go Curse.' The objective: Find the hiders and give them a nice little curse. Blaise and Emily were teamed up, along with Millicent and Graham, Malcolm and Crabbe, and Malfoy with Goyle. Blaise and Emily were the seekers this round. So far, Crabbe was the only one sporting green spots.
Emily had her wand out, and whispered a quiet 'Nox,' diminishing the light from her wand. She turned the corner, her ears sharpening as she heard a muffled giggle. 'Ah, Milli.' Emily whispered, 'silencio' quieting her robes. She kept her back to the pillar and edged around it.
"Galbinus Gutta!" Emily said quietly, hitting her victim. Her victim giggled more. "Lumos." Emily's wand lit, showing that it wasn't Millicent. Also showing that she was in the Astronomy Tower. A green spotted Lisa Turpin, of Ravenclaw, was entangled with a very shocked Seamus Finnegan.
"Dissuo Gutta. Sorry about that Turpin. Won't happen again." Emily lowered her wand and went to find Blaise.
"Blaise we won't find anyone here. Lets go to the Northern Tower." Emily pushed him in front of her as he nodded. They raced down the steps and hurried down the hall.
About an hour later Emily's wand shook in her hand, and so did Blaise's. "Time's up. We've got to head back to the common room." Blaise turned to Emily. She sighed and continued on. When they reached the common room, her and Blaise were the only ones without spots. Emily pointed her wand at everyone. "Dissuo Gutta." They all murmured a 'thank you' and headed off to bed.
"Well, Halloween is over and nothing happened to you. Good night Emily." Blaise gave her a quick hug and let her off at her dormitory door. She smiled back at him and walked over to her bed. She fell back and closed her eyes taking in the events that happened that day.
The brisk November wind whistled through the window, causing the Charms class to hold their hands over their ears. Professor Flitwick aimed his wand at the window and said a charm to keep it sealed. The class slowly continued until the period ended while Professor Flitwick was in the midst of performing an interesting charm that made objects turn monochrome. Blaise gathered his books and waited for Emily at the door. She ran up to him, her black locks swaying behind her, a smile tugging at her lips. He returned the smile with a toothy grin and put his arm around her waist, urging her to continue walking. They made it to the Great Hall just in time for Dumbledore to make an announcement. He stood tall, his white beard dangling, just hitting the table. Emily and Blaise quickly sat down as the aging Headmaster cleared his throat.
"Good afternoon students and faculty. I am pleased to announce that this year we will re-install a class that was once studied here. This class, children, is Mystic Arts. This year it will be optional, but next year it will be solidified into your schedules. It was very popular in the Medieval Era. One needs great talent in Potion making and Charms. This class will be after your final class on Wednesdays. If you are interested in signing up, just outside the Great Hall is a podium with the signing book. Oh, and this class is only for Fifth through Seventh years. Sorry to the rest. Enjoy your lunch." After Dumbledore took his seat the hall filled with excited chatting amongst the students.
"Well are you going to sign up Emily?" Blaise put a forkful of mashed potatoes in his mouth and turned to her. Emily stared into his honey eyes, deep in thought.
"Perhaps I will. I am quite good at Potions and I did receive special merits in Charms." She took a sip out of her goblet and wiped her mouth with her napkin.
"Quite good eh? Try more like, extravagant, or exceptional. Snape practically worships you for your skills." He picked up his goblet and laughed.
Emily snorted, and put her napkin on her plate. "Well I'm finished. I'll just go to the common room. I haven't anymore classes today." Blaise nodded, but then turned back to her.
"How do you not have anymore classes today?" Emily turned around and grabbed her books.
"Well I would have Defence Against the Dark Arts with you next, but I'm not feeling too well, Snape says I still have side effects from possession. So I'm getting my credit by doing a report for Remus. Professor Lupin. Farewell then."
Everyone was sitting in their Common Rooms the next week waiting for an announcement from the Head of House. Emily sat next to Blaise in a plush love seat, clutching a forest green pillow to her chest with her knees drawn up to her chin. Blaise put his arm around her and leaned his head on her shoulder. They sighed in unison, waiting. They heard a slight commotion outside and soon heard footsteps. Severus Snape hurried in, making it as dramatic as possible. And what was that? Was that a smile? Yes it was. Severus Snape was smiling. He gripped a piece of parchment and cleared his throat.
"Well students, all I have to tell you is your groups for the Mystic Arts class. Dumbledore made it out to be more than it was. If you did not sign up, please go to your dormitories now." Little by little, people dispersed. Blaise got up and left with them. Soon enough it was only Emily and Millicent.
"I'm surprised that you are the only two people. I'm not surprised however that you two did sign up. Well, you two are to come to class on each Wednesday at 8:00. I know it is a little late, but I figured my Slytherins could have the last class. Oh, and your professor is yours truly." Snape's lip quirked up. "Well that is all. Miss O'Leary, could I have a word?" Emily nodded and stood up from the couch.
After Millicent was out of earshot Snape spoke. "Well, I wrote to Estelle like you told me too, and I did get a reply. It's been a while, and I did meet up with her on many occasions since. I just want you to have tea with her on Saturday. I know you don't fancy Hogsmeade, but just have one cup. I want you to get to know her. Tell me what you think of her. Just keep it in mind, and give me an answer Wednesday. Farewell." Snape bowed his head slightly and turned briskly on his heel.
Emily just rolled her shoulders and leaned her head to the side. "Alrighty then." She then trudged down the steps to her dorm.
Monday and Tuesday flew by quickly, and before anyone knew it, it was Wednesday. Emily sat next to Millicent during dinner and they both ate quite quickly. "I did look up a little on the Mystic Arts Mill, it's pretty intriguing." Millicent nodded her head and grinned.
"I can't wait." Emily smiled back at her and continued to eat. Soon students began to flood out and Emily and Millicent were amongst them. They then waited impatiently in the Common Room.
"You two are really getting on my nerves." An obnoxious voice came from a dark corner. The figure emerged and Emily laughed.
"Well Mr. Zabini, you aren't all that corking all the time." She put her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow. Blaise smiled devilishly and rammed toward her. He tackled her down to the ground and pinned her down with his knees on each side of her.
"Yes, but I currently am on top. Literally." She tried to push him off, but did not succeed. He then did the inevitable. He began tickling her. She began giggling and squirming under his weight. She snorted with laughter, causing Blaise to laugh also. Just then the clock struck eight. Emily's eyebrows shot up and she stood up, causing Blaise to fall on his arse.
"Sorry Blaise, but I'm late. Come on Mill." Emily grabbed her books and Millicent's arm and ran. They reached the Potions room in seconds, and lucky for them Snape was not there yet.
Snape soon followed after and sat at his desk. "Well I see two of you. We have a tardy student." Emily and Millicent exchanged glances.
"There is another student professor?" Emily rested her head on her palm. He smiled sympathetically and nodded.
"Ah yes, and here he is. Good for you to come join us Mr. Malfoy."
Well there is chapter five.. Hope you enjoyed it. I did it rather quickly, but it should make up in length for last chapter. Reviews are ALWAYS welcome. Farewell. -SJ
'Better Slip with Foot than Tongue'
[Touch Me Not]
Emily O'Leary lay in the Prefect washroom on the rather cushiony emerald couch. She lazily glided her fingers down her towel, her mind deep in thought. She threw her head back over the arm and sighed, her long black hair just touching the cold marble floor. 'Should I have remained dead?' She held onto the top of her towel as she sat up and stood tall. Emily padded over to the pool-sized bath tub and kneeled, turning the faucet. Soon after the tub was filling with cinnamon scented water. Bubbles appeared, scattering all around the tub. She slipped her towel off, revealing her pale milky skin. She stepped into the tub and relaxed. Today was Halloween. Her lids covered her watering eyes as sleep overcame her.
Meanwhile, everyone else in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry were asleep. One by one students awoke, and got ready for today's classes. Dumbledore planned nothing for Halloween this year, just the usual decorations and feast. All the professors were rather down too. Halloween just wasn't the same.
Draco Malfoy tossed and turned in his silky black sheets. His now blond hair was tousled as he bolted up. Every night he had that nightmare. Every night. The blinding green light and Blaise cackling. It did not matter to him anymore, but she still haunted his dreams. He downright hated Emily. But if he really did, why did he always dream about her? Draco got up and threw on a robe and walked into his slippers. He ran a hand through his hair and made his way to the Prefect washroom for his shower. He reached the washroom and passed the giggling mermaid. She would never admit that she peeked when he stripped off his clothes. He passed by the tub, the cinnamon lingering in the air. He did notice someone in there, and that the person had long black hair. But he just walked on. He took off his robe and laid it on the adjacent chair while kicking off his slippers. He put his towel around his waist as he slipped off his boxers. ( ::drool:: )
Emily awoke as someone closed the shower door. She looked around noticing that people have been there, for the House towels were no longer hanging up on the racks. Steam emitted from the showers drawing Emily's eyes over the dark green silk robe, and slippers marked with 'DM'. She pushed the bubbles away from her and pulled her hair up. She reached for her towel and climbed out of the tub. Just as she wrapped it around her, the shower door slammed shut. She turned around abruptly and caught Draco drape his robe over his very well toned chest. He pulled his slippers on and walked toward the mirror. Emily had to drag her eyes away from him and pad over to the couch where her robe was. She quickly threw it on and ran out of the washroom, straight to the common room, and into her dormitory.
Draco snickered as Emily hastily left the washroom. He combed his hair back, then pushed it to the front, letting it fall into his eyes. He blew a kiss to the mirror and turned swiftly. Two Ravenclaws entered holding hands, kissing each other as Draco left. He kept on his way to the Slytherin Dormitories until he spotted someone hiding in the corner. He paused to see if who it was, until he decided he didn't care. He reached the Slytherin common room and skipped down the stairs to his dorm, whistling a nice catchy tune.
Breakfast was loud and rowdy. At the Gryffindor table Dean Thomas ignited his apple strudel after attempting to make it apple cinnamon, causing them to roar with laughter. The Hufflepuffs were boring as usual, but there was much action at the Ravenclaw table. One girl, named Joanna Bloom, hexed Anthony Fletcher for asking her to get his candy for him, for the millionth time, while Sir Nicholas showed the first years his ahem, 'beheaded-ness' causing them to knock over their goblets of pumpkin juice. The Slytherin table was very tense and silent. Emily quietly played with her food, swirling her butter and syrup together in a pool of sticky-ness. The Bloody Baron flew past her and whispered in her ear. "Death is such a lovely thing, isn't it?" Emily abruptly dropped her fork and sat tall. He left a cold draft as he flew to the other end of the hall.
"I'm not so hungry Blaise. I'll meet you in the courtyard." She placed her napkin on her plate and nodded at Blaise. He smiled weakly and turned so she could get out. She walked very quickly past her fellow students and pushed open the tall entrance doors. Her robes billowed past her as she held her books to her chest. She reached the courtyard in record time and sat down on one of the many stone benches. She put her books next to her and crossed her leg over the other. 'Death is a lovely thing.'
Draco watched her leave the Great Hall. He felt a pang of guilt in his heart. Perhaps he shouldn't have said such things to her. 'But she did deserve it.' One side of him wanted to believe she was sorry, and the other wanted to forget about her totally. He was torn. He decided he would talk to her. He stood up and followed her out the door.
Harry Potter stood against a pillar with his arms crossed over his chest, and his eyes narrowed. A blur of black zoomed past him. He turned and looked at it, seeing it was Emily. He silently followed her and hid behind a pillar watching her in the courtyard. After he noticed she was content, he walked over to her and sat next to her. She opened her eyes and turned to him, frowning.
"Hello Emily." Harry attempted to smile charmingly, but failed. "Well, erm, nice weather today."
Emily raised an eyebrow and laughed. "Nice pick up quote Potter. Where did you get that? From Granger?" Harry's smile faltered.
"No, but, ah, oh well. I'm not good at this. Give me a snitch and I'm happy." He turned his body to her and put his hands over her books.
She grinned and pulled her hair down from her ponytail, then pushed it over her shoulder. "Well, I must say, you do fairly well in Quidditch. But I could beat you any day. Too bad Malfoy is Seeker." Her eyes fell downcast and she lowered her face.
Harry noticed this and put his finger under her chin and lifted her face up. "Malfoy is a jerk. You deserve ten times better. He isn't good enough for someone like you."
Emily's lip quirked up, trying to smile. "Someone like me. I'm nothing special Harry. Really."
"I object. No one is like you. You are unique. Everything about you that drives me crazy makes you special. No one I ever met can surpass you. Besides, you are the most beautiful person I've ever laid my eyes on." Harry took her hands in his.
"That is really nice Harry, but--" Harry cut her off by quickly catching her lips in his. Emily sat there, shocked. She tried to kiss him back, but was still frozen with shock. He pulled back slowly, staring into her eyes. Emerald on emerald.
"I'm sorry Em, I couldn't take it anymore. Just being around you. and your aroma. its so intoxicating." He ran a hand through his hair and gave her a lopsided grin.
Emily's mouth was still in an 'o'. The bell rang shrilly, and Emily blinked. "I'll catch up to you later Harry. Bye." She grabbed her books and made her way down to Defence Against the Dark Arts.
When Draco arrived at the courtyard he saw Emily lip locked with Potter. 'Well then. I go to apologize, and she is swapping spit with the enemy.' He clutched his books tightly and turned on his heel.
Emily took her seat next to Blaise in the classroom, waiting for Professor Marjorie Minfinkle. She was a real twit. The students flooded in and waited in anticipation for their professor. The door opened and a tall man with black robes sauntered in. Emily couldn't make out his face because of him being far in the back. The Ravenclaw girls next to her giggled.
"Who is it?" She whispered, but received no answer. The man made his way to the front, his sandy blond shoulder length hair swaying.
Emily's eyebrows shot up. "Remus!" He smiled at her generously and placed his briefcase on the desk.
"Good morning class. I'm sorry to tell you this, but Professor Minfinkle has left Hogwarts due to reasons that I am not supposed to tell you, but will anyway. Peeves froze her knickers and used them as Frisbees during a staff meeting." He paused, letting the students laugh. "Well, as most of you know, I am Remus Lupin. Dumbledore has asked me to come back to teach for you this year."
Emily smiled brightly and turned to Blaise, "I bet Snape is pissed." Blaise nodded in agreement and picked up his quill as class started.
After class Lupin asked Emily to stay after. She walked up to his desk and looked up at him. "Hello there Remus." He glanced up from his parchment and stood. He grinned at her and dropped his quill.
"Don't you just stand there Emily, come here and give me a hug." Emily smirked and enveloped him in a tight hug.
"I've missed you buddy. The house has been quite lonely and quiet without you. And your 'vette is calling your name. Oh, I took her out for a spin the other night, hope you don't mind." He laughed gaily and sat back down. He swung his legs up over his desk and crossed them at his ankles.
"It's good to have you back, but. I've got to go and leg it to Potions. I'll talk to you later. Bye Remus!"
The moon was full and the sky was cloudy. There was a strong mist over the grounds making Hogwarts look even more mystical. Everyone in the Great Hall was enjoying the great feast. Blaise chuckled as Emily got hit in the forehead with a piece of candy corn. She wrinkled her nose and looked around. Millicent hid her face behind her napkin, peeking out from it. Emily giggled and tossed a handful at her. But unfortunately she missed and hit Malcolm Baddock who was sitting next to her. Millicent laughed and turned to him. He looked up from his plate and darted his eyes around attempting to find the person who threw the candy. To his left Draco was laughing, so Malcolm took a spoonful of chocolate pudding and flung it at his face. Draco stopped dead and put his hands on the table. He searched around and spotted Graham Pritchard smirking malevolently. Draco wiped his face off and took out his wand. He whispered something under his breath and an orange light swivelled towards Graham, hitting him in the chest. He stood up immediately and tore off his robes. There he stood, clad in his boxers. You might not find that embarrassing, but on the pink boxers were little ballerinas that were animated to do pirouettes across his bum. Music box music came from his mouth every time he tried to say something. It was quite amusing.
"All this from one piece of candy corn." Emily and Blaise laughed together as Graham ran out of the Great Hall.
Dumbledore stood up with that twinkle in his eyes. "I believe you are all enjoying this lovely feast. Thank the house elves please." He paused, clapping his hands in a golfer-clap way. "After you are finished, take a nice walk around the school. It is a lovely night. I am extending our times tonight by an hour. But you must be in your common rooms by then. I'll leave you off with a few intriguing words I've heard. Aurora, Makita, Suisse." He sat back down and looked over at the bewildered students, smiling.
"Come on Emily! You are too slow!" Blaise ran past her, flying up the stairs. Emily heaved a sigh and continued after him. Blaise reached the top first and stood at the door waiting. After Emily got there, he slowly opened the door, his wand ready. A few of the Slytherins were playing 'Hide and Go Curse.' The objective: Find the hiders and give them a nice little curse. Blaise and Emily were teamed up, along with Millicent and Graham, Malcolm and Crabbe, and Malfoy with Goyle. Blaise and Emily were the seekers this round. So far, Crabbe was the only one sporting green spots.
Emily had her wand out, and whispered a quiet 'Nox,' diminishing the light from her wand. She turned the corner, her ears sharpening as she heard a muffled giggle. 'Ah, Milli.' Emily whispered, 'silencio' quieting her robes. She kept her back to the pillar and edged around it.
"Galbinus Gutta!" Emily said quietly, hitting her victim. Her victim giggled more. "Lumos." Emily's wand lit, showing that it wasn't Millicent. Also showing that she was in the Astronomy Tower. A green spotted Lisa Turpin, of Ravenclaw, was entangled with a very shocked Seamus Finnegan.
"Dissuo Gutta. Sorry about that Turpin. Won't happen again." Emily lowered her wand and went to find Blaise.
"Blaise we won't find anyone here. Lets go to the Northern Tower." Emily pushed him in front of her as he nodded. They raced down the steps and hurried down the hall.
About an hour later Emily's wand shook in her hand, and so did Blaise's. "Time's up. We've got to head back to the common room." Blaise turned to Emily. She sighed and continued on. When they reached the common room, her and Blaise were the only ones without spots. Emily pointed her wand at everyone. "Dissuo Gutta." They all murmured a 'thank you' and headed off to bed.
"Well, Halloween is over and nothing happened to you. Good night Emily." Blaise gave her a quick hug and let her off at her dormitory door. She smiled back at him and walked over to her bed. She fell back and closed her eyes taking in the events that happened that day.
The brisk November wind whistled through the window, causing the Charms class to hold their hands over their ears. Professor Flitwick aimed his wand at the window and said a charm to keep it sealed. The class slowly continued until the period ended while Professor Flitwick was in the midst of performing an interesting charm that made objects turn monochrome. Blaise gathered his books and waited for Emily at the door. She ran up to him, her black locks swaying behind her, a smile tugging at her lips. He returned the smile with a toothy grin and put his arm around her waist, urging her to continue walking. They made it to the Great Hall just in time for Dumbledore to make an announcement. He stood tall, his white beard dangling, just hitting the table. Emily and Blaise quickly sat down as the aging Headmaster cleared his throat.
"Good afternoon students and faculty. I am pleased to announce that this year we will re-install a class that was once studied here. This class, children, is Mystic Arts. This year it will be optional, but next year it will be solidified into your schedules. It was very popular in the Medieval Era. One needs great talent in Potion making and Charms. This class will be after your final class on Wednesdays. If you are interested in signing up, just outside the Great Hall is a podium with the signing book. Oh, and this class is only for Fifth through Seventh years. Sorry to the rest. Enjoy your lunch." After Dumbledore took his seat the hall filled with excited chatting amongst the students.
"Well are you going to sign up Emily?" Blaise put a forkful of mashed potatoes in his mouth and turned to her. Emily stared into his honey eyes, deep in thought.
"Perhaps I will. I am quite good at Potions and I did receive special merits in Charms." She took a sip out of her goblet and wiped her mouth with her napkin.
"Quite good eh? Try more like, extravagant, or exceptional. Snape practically worships you for your skills." He picked up his goblet and laughed.
Emily snorted, and put her napkin on her plate. "Well I'm finished. I'll just go to the common room. I haven't anymore classes today." Blaise nodded, but then turned back to her.
"How do you not have anymore classes today?" Emily turned around and grabbed her books.
"Well I would have Defence Against the Dark Arts with you next, but I'm not feeling too well, Snape says I still have side effects from possession. So I'm getting my credit by doing a report for Remus. Professor Lupin. Farewell then."
Everyone was sitting in their Common Rooms the next week waiting for an announcement from the Head of House. Emily sat next to Blaise in a plush love seat, clutching a forest green pillow to her chest with her knees drawn up to her chin. Blaise put his arm around her and leaned his head on her shoulder. They sighed in unison, waiting. They heard a slight commotion outside and soon heard footsteps. Severus Snape hurried in, making it as dramatic as possible. And what was that? Was that a smile? Yes it was. Severus Snape was smiling. He gripped a piece of parchment and cleared his throat.
"Well students, all I have to tell you is your groups for the Mystic Arts class. Dumbledore made it out to be more than it was. If you did not sign up, please go to your dormitories now." Little by little, people dispersed. Blaise got up and left with them. Soon enough it was only Emily and Millicent.
"I'm surprised that you are the only two people. I'm not surprised however that you two did sign up. Well, you two are to come to class on each Wednesday at 8:00. I know it is a little late, but I figured my Slytherins could have the last class. Oh, and your professor is yours truly." Snape's lip quirked up. "Well that is all. Miss O'Leary, could I have a word?" Emily nodded and stood up from the couch.
After Millicent was out of earshot Snape spoke. "Well, I wrote to Estelle like you told me too, and I did get a reply. It's been a while, and I did meet up with her on many occasions since. I just want you to have tea with her on Saturday. I know you don't fancy Hogsmeade, but just have one cup. I want you to get to know her. Tell me what you think of her. Just keep it in mind, and give me an answer Wednesday. Farewell." Snape bowed his head slightly and turned briskly on his heel.
Emily just rolled her shoulders and leaned her head to the side. "Alrighty then." She then trudged down the steps to her dorm.
Monday and Tuesday flew by quickly, and before anyone knew it, it was Wednesday. Emily sat next to Millicent during dinner and they both ate quite quickly. "I did look up a little on the Mystic Arts Mill, it's pretty intriguing." Millicent nodded her head and grinned.
"I can't wait." Emily smiled back at her and continued to eat. Soon students began to flood out and Emily and Millicent were amongst them. They then waited impatiently in the Common Room.
"You two are really getting on my nerves." An obnoxious voice came from a dark corner. The figure emerged and Emily laughed.
"Well Mr. Zabini, you aren't all that corking all the time." She put her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow. Blaise smiled devilishly and rammed toward her. He tackled her down to the ground and pinned her down with his knees on each side of her.
"Yes, but I currently am on top. Literally." She tried to push him off, but did not succeed. He then did the inevitable. He began tickling her. She began giggling and squirming under his weight. She snorted with laughter, causing Blaise to laugh also. Just then the clock struck eight. Emily's eyebrows shot up and she stood up, causing Blaise to fall on his arse.
"Sorry Blaise, but I'm late. Come on Mill." Emily grabbed her books and Millicent's arm and ran. They reached the Potions room in seconds, and lucky for them Snape was not there yet.
Snape soon followed after and sat at his desk. "Well I see two of you. We have a tardy student." Emily and Millicent exchanged glances.
"There is another student professor?" Emily rested her head on her palm. He smiled sympathetically and nodded.
"Ah yes, and here he is. Good for you to come join us Mr. Malfoy."
Well there is chapter five.. Hope you enjoyed it. I did it rather quickly, but it should make up in length for last chapter. Reviews are ALWAYS welcome. Farewell. -SJ