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"Have you two noticed how Malfoy hasn't bothered us hardly at all this year?" Hermione asked Harry and Ron. "Yeah," said Harry "I think it's because Desiree won't take any of his crap and he's scared." "He better be." mumbled Desiree as she saw the Slytherins make their way down the grassy knoll.

"Alrigh' guys, gather round, gather round." said Hagrid calling the class to order. "Today's lesson is goin ta be very simple. All ya have to do is feed these Zyderins them there meat chunks."

The Zyderins he was talking about were cute little blue furry lambs with tiny sharp fangs and canines. Bright yellow dots were scattered about their backs like those of baby deer, golden horns shone brightly in the afternoon sun, and sea green eyes looked at the assembly of students with great interest.

"Now Zyderins," Hagrid explained "wou'n't make very good house pets, they like ta rip things apart with their sharp teeth and horns. But, they are very useful magically. Zyderins blood can make a potion strong enough ta rid a person of tuberculosis and chickenpox with jus one sip. We are goin ta raise them as class pets. Ya see they're jus babies now but when they get grown they will be bout the size of a normal ram without the spots and with darker colored eyes."

"Are they dangerous? Because if they are, you remember what happened last time." asked a familiar drawling voice. It was Malfoy looking at the beautiful Zyderins with boredom in his gray eyes.

"On'y if ya annoy them." said Hagrid in a voice unlike his own kind tone. Returning to his normal tone he instructed "Now here is the meat. Try ta approach them slowly so ya won't scare them."

Most of the class seemed a bit squeamish about putting their hands in raw meat of something and then feed it to a meat eating lamb. However, always being the rebel, Desiree crawled through the fence with care so her skirt wouldn't raise up and moon the class to stick her clean, lotioned, manicured hands into the bloody tub of guts and began to approach one of the animals slowly.

Harry, Ron, Dean, Seamus, and Hermione followed the suite. "There ya go Dezray, nice and slow." Hagrid gentely coaxed.

Before she knew it she had the ball of blue fluff eating out of the palm of her hand. Giggling at the feel of the Zyderins' tongue on her hand, she tried her hardest to ignore the comments coming from behind the fence.

"Look at that tramp. Trying to impress Harry, well I've got her number. Tomorrow night Harry won't be able to resist me." Acting as though she was flinging her hair back out of her face, Desiree turned as undetectablely as she could to see the owner of the voice.

Low and behold it was a person from her own house, and none other than Parvati Patil.

`You better get Harry to fuck you quick or he'll be sneaking a peek up that dress soon and forget about you.' Desiree's inner voice said in a taunting tone. `She looks like the type to be a boyfriend stealer.' `Yeah well, I got the junk in my trunk she'll never have.' Desiree thought back. `Yeah, dream on sister.'

Desiree snuck yet another glance at Parvati. She noticed that Parvati was exactly what you would call `hot' in high school. Long legs, great hair, flawless face, trimmed tummy, the list goes on. Desiree never thought about herself being quote unquote pretty but Harry has told her so and his opinion should be the one that counts right?

Still in a squatting position and feeding her Zyderins she wobbled over to Harry a few feet away. "Hey." she said. "Hey." he replied. "So um, what's the deal with Parvati?" she said not bothering with subtelty and getting to the point.

"What do you mean?" he looked at her curiously. "She acts like you two have a past together and we" pointing to herself then Harry "don't exist. And she's talking smack over there and if she isn't careful I'm gonna smack her in the face with my fist."

"Hold up, clam down baby." Harry said sensing her temper "What did she say?" Desiree told Harry the story while petting her now full Zyderins. When she finished Harry's lips were in a fine line and he was shaking his head.

"In our fourth year I took Parvati to the Yule Ball and we dated for a brief BRIEF time in our fifth year. I never felt about her the way I feel about you, and I never will. You are my girl Desiree, not Parvati, not Hermione, not Pansy, you." "Yeah I better be." Desiree said playfully lifting the solemn mood between the two.

"Don't worry, you are." he reassured her.

By that time the class was over so the two bade Hagrid goodbye and hand in hand went to the tower to change into `appropriate' clothes for Defense Against the Dark Arts.

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Standing in the empty classroom, the Gryffindors silently waited for the arrival of their new professor. Everybody had changed into old jeans, sweats, and tops.

Harry was looking extremely sexy leaning up against a stone column in a tight white wife beater and an old pair of ragged, ripped jeans.

Not having any real old clothes considering she just bought her entire wardrobe a week ago, Desiree succumbed to her old army camo's and a black sports bra, her dog tags clinked together musically in the silence of the room. For some odd reason nobody wanted to talk, they just stood there; waiting.

Feeling the warning hairs on the back of her neck stand up Desiree put all of her trained and sharpened senses to the test. Hearing the softest crunch of feet on the concrete floor and feeling a presence behind her she whipped around just in time to block a heavy blow from a man in his late twenties or so, a muscular body rippled underneath his workout clothing.

He threw a blow again at Desiree but she easily dodged it.

Deciding to put this guy away Desiree slipped into combat mode. She began throwing powerful punches, several of them hitting their planned destination, but this guy was a trained fighter as well. Apparently tired of their fist fight he jumped back to grab a long sword with a silver handle.

Feeling daring and game herself, Desiree did several back handsprings to grasp two golden daggers. Twirling the two blades between her fingers and keeping her eye contact with the man constant, she advanced for the kill.

The clanging and clashing of metal defending flesh was almost too much for some students to bear, Lavender Brown fled the scene to alert the headmaster, and Parvati, seeing her moment, rushed over to Harry's side and grasped his arm in fake terror. Harry on the other hand was only slightly worried, he knew Desiree was an excellent fighter and could take care of herself but still, he was worried.

By now the man had traded his sword for a curved blade and she replaced her daggers for a pointed sphere. He had her in a split on the floor and she was holding the sphere over her head to keep the blade from crushing her scalp.

Mustering all of her strength, Desiree pushed off the floor, while kicking the feet out from under her opponent at the same time. While he was on the floor recovering from her surprise attack she pinned him down with her foot on his neck and the pointed end of the sphere right between his eyes. "Let me up." he crocked from the pressure of Desiree's foot.

"Why?" she asked in a strict voice. "Because I'm your teacher and I said so." Looking the man over for a second as if waiting on him to make another move, Desiree pushed off his neck, harder than most would, and stepped back with her weapon still in her hands.

A faint clapping came from the back of the classroom. Everybody simutaniusly turned to find Dumbledore smiling underneath his beard of white and clapping. "Wonderful Miss. Black, just wonderful." "Thank you sir." Desiree said in a curt voice standing erect with her hands behind her back, head up, and her legs shoulder width apart.

"Yes, yes. Ah, Professor Lewis, a good job to you as well." "Thank you Headmaster." Proff. Lewis answered cheerfully. "I seem to have my work cut out for me don't I." he said in a praising voice. "You certainly do." replied Dumbledore turning to leave the classroom.

"Defense is the first word in this class" Proff. Lewis began, "and I am going to teach you to defend yourself in every situation I can think of using different methods of defense. What you just saw is a combanation of Egyptian weapons, Chinese warfare, and muggle defense tactics. You will each learn how to fight like your classmate Black here and you will learn the vital spells and countercurses needed to survive a fatal battle." Now lets get started.

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