My Dearest Reviewers,

1. I have composed a haiku for you

the review notice

in my yahoo account, oh!

I yearn to hug you.

Love,

Rizzzzzz

and now, the fat lady will sing. But it's not over...just yet.

~*~The HB&G's common room~*~

"Hello, Professor." Hermione said, lowering her eyes as he stepped through the portrait hole.

"Miss Granger." he replied, equally as politely.

"Professor, I'm sorry, but Draco and I have seen you two in more intimate situations than this. And now you're both fully clothed. You can address eachother in a different way, it's only us." Ginny said, rolling her eyes.

"I guess that would be appropriate, since I have seen you half naked, Miss Wesley." he chuckled and Draco clapped him on the shoulder.

"And another thing. You don't have to call my Miss Weasley. It's Ginny." she said, putting her hand on her hip and tilting her head coquettishly.

"I think that would work out well. But only if you call me Severus." he said, his face warming into a smile.

"Or Sevie." Draco said, snickering. "That's what Mum calls you."


"Aww, Sevvie." Hermione cooed, placing a kiss on his cheek.

"Only if you allow me to call you Hermie." he said, moving over to the large round table in front of the huge picture window. "We have lots to do, sit down."


"I know! Dumbledore told us about the trip, it's so exciting!" Hermione said, sliding into the plush armchair next to Severus around the huge table.

"It's the first time something like this has been attempted since my seventh year." He said, opening a large leather folder.

"Who were you with?" Draco asked with interest.

"It was a lovely little group. It was myself, Lucius Malfoy, James Potter and Professor Camberlin, the former Potions mistress. Luc and I had a wonderful time, tormenting little Potter. Good times." he said, smiling faintly.

"Oh, Sev, you didn't!?" Hermione cried, looking at him in disbelief.

"No, I didn't. It was really myself, Lucius and Vincent Goyle, Sr." he laughed at his jest.

"Anyway, tell me how you want this done." Ginny said, looking over the list of the people in the seventh year. I see there are 13 three person groups and one with only two."


"Yes, well, it was the closest we could get." Severus said.

"You could have had 10 groups of ten." Hermione said logically.

"Dumbledore specifically said three per group. But I don't think that he would mind if we upped it a little bit. Then again, he expected the four of us to be together, so one group will have five." He said, rubbing his five o'clock shadow.

"Anyway, I think that we should devide up the tasks." Ginny said. Draco was busy trying to make coffee.

"I agree. How about you and Draco work on lists for what the groups need and Hermione and I will work on the groups?" Severus said, doling out tasks like the leader he was.

"Sounds good." Draco said, setting a pot of coffee on a trivet in the middle of the table. The four poured themselves liberal amounts.

"So, Hermione, how do you think we aught to go about this?" he said as Hermione read over the lists.

"How about we put one person from each house in a group? Dumbledore would like the diversity."


"Sounds good. Let's use the sorting hat."


"Where is it?" Hermione asked.

"I'll be right back." He said as he stepped into the fireplace. A few moments later he was back with the tattered black hat.

"I've cut the names apart." Hermione said, dumping them into the hat.

"Good. I've already instructed the hat to put the groups together. Or, Dumbledore did I should say."


"Oh, look!" Hermione squealed as the first four names flew out of the the hat.

"Who is it?" He asked, quill ready for dictation.

"Ha, this is a funny group, for Slytherin it's Blaise Zabini, Hufflepuff Susan Bones, Gryffindor Neville Longbottom, and Ravenclaw Padma Patil. They don't seem to have anything in common."


"The hat knows best." He laughed as he took down the next group of Crabbe, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Jessa Rauch and Ling Chan.

Several groups later they were done, rounding it out to Pansy Parkinson, Harry Potter, Parvati Patil, Ron Wesley and Jeremiah Poschley.

"I think they were put together due to a letter fetish. Except Ron. Oh, his Mum's maiden name is Preston!" Hermione giggled. It was getting very late and they were all ready to go to sleep.

"I think you are my fetish." he growled at her, kissing her on the forehead.

"Oh, really, Professor?" she said, pulling him out of his chair.

"Yes, Miss Granger."

"Should we expect you back tonight, Hermione?" Draco called as Severus practically slung Hermione over his shoulders.

"Don't count on it, Draco!"