Okay, here's the next chapter. (Obviously.) I myself have no clue what
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Chapter Four
"Lily, can you give me a hand with these?" Draco asked as the students began to file out.
"Uhhh..OOOkaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyy.." she said, glancing at the six or so papers in Draco's hand. "May I ask why?"
"No." He said, annoyingly, like a three year old keeping his candy close.
"Okay.." she took three of the papers and followed him out of the room, pondering relentlessly why he could possibly need help with these papers.
Halfway to his office, which was also Harry's, Harry himself popped up out of nowhere like he'd been following them, which, in truth, he had been.
"Break's almost over." said Harry to Draco. "I think Lily needs to get to class."
Draco glared.
"And I think she should finish what she started" he said, sliding behind her to keep her from leaving.
"And I can think of a few certain people who'd like to know a few certain things about YOUR certain family. Beat it."
Draco glared furiously, then turned and stalked off.
"Thanks, Harry." she said, sounding a bit relived. "He was kinda creeping me out."
"He creeps me out all the time." said Harry, sort of laughing. "He was in Slytherin, you know."
"No, I don't. Was he really?" They had started to walk towards the dungeons.
"He really seems to like Severus. Have you met him? Severus Snape? Can't STAND him!!!!" She fumed on.
"And I hate teachers who have favourites, too. I'm glad Professor Linfitch doesn't. He's one of my favourites."
Harry had to think to remember who Professor Linfitch was.
'Potions,' he remembered with a start. 'Wonder what it was like to enjoy that class.'
".Do YOU think so? Sir?"
"Uh." he said, wondering what he was supposed to say. "Yeah, sure. I s'pose so."
"Favouritism? Really?"
"Oh! Uh..no. no, of course not." She rolled her eyes in her head and kept walking.
"So.do you like Quidditch?" he asked, trying to keep the conversation going.
"No, actually. I don't really have the time or wish to watch. Or play, to be correct. I need to study. Plus, also, I hate that seeker person almost more than Severus."
He knew immediately who she meant, and changed the subject again.
"So, what do you like to do other than study and hate the Gryffindor Seeker?"
She smiled, as though trying not to laugh, and said:
"Well, let's see. Umm.here, I don't mind Hogsmede, y'know, the village, and then I like reading and photography and staying up late when I'm not allowed is always fun." she gasped, horrified at what she'd said.
"Don't worry." Harry said to her, reading her thoughts. "I won't report you. Although, you really shouldn't do it much. So, that's what you do here. What about at home?"
Amazed at her good luck, she said:
"Oh, I like reading and photography, obviously, and then I also like camping and swimming and the movies, and Terrorizing my sister is always fun. I think I'm the only one who sees her for what she is. A freak!!!"
He almost laughed at how different those words could sound when they were just a joke.
They were nearing the dungeons now, and coming closer and closer to the place where Lily's potions class was held.
"I also have a column in a neighbourhood newspaper, lead column, in fact, plus I write the advice occasionally, and publish it by magic at a place only I know ab."
She uttered a small scream at that one, and nearly started crying, as she ran off, muttering "I'm going to be expelled, I'm going to be expelled!" into her potions room.
He'd never known his mother at all until a few days ago, but he never would have guessed this of her. She'd found a way to get past the Ministry, he had no clue what it was, but he knew two things.
1), she was smarter than Hermione, but had a secret sort of desire to break rules.
Heaven knows, he knew how that felt.
He really had to laugh at it, if, he reminded himself, it hadn't been real. He'd have to tell her somehow that he wouldn't rat her out. Then they could talk again.
He suddenly realized, as he made his way back to his classroom, where there was no class at the moment, that simply by catching them alone, talking to them between classes, after class, weekends, whenever! He could find out all about them. He could ask his parents anything, ANYTHING!!! And it wouldn't make a difference to anyone. The prospect of knowing his parents was on the tips of his fingers, and he wasn't going to let this possibility pass.
Okay, review, please, because I'm not feeling as good about this chapter as I did about chapter two. Is it any good????
Chapter Four
"Lily, can you give me a hand with these?" Draco asked as the students began to file out.
"Uhhh..OOOkaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyy.." she said, glancing at the six or so papers in Draco's hand. "May I ask why?"
"No." He said, annoyingly, like a three year old keeping his candy close.
"Okay.." she took three of the papers and followed him out of the room, pondering relentlessly why he could possibly need help with these papers.
Halfway to his office, which was also Harry's, Harry himself popped up out of nowhere like he'd been following them, which, in truth, he had been.
"Break's almost over." said Harry to Draco. "I think Lily needs to get to class."
Draco glared.
"And I think she should finish what she started" he said, sliding behind her to keep her from leaving.
"And I can think of a few certain people who'd like to know a few certain things about YOUR certain family. Beat it."
Draco glared furiously, then turned and stalked off.
"Thanks, Harry." she said, sounding a bit relived. "He was kinda creeping me out."
"He creeps me out all the time." said Harry, sort of laughing. "He was in Slytherin, you know."
"No, I don't. Was he really?" They had started to walk towards the dungeons.
"He really seems to like Severus. Have you met him? Severus Snape? Can't STAND him!!!!" She fumed on.
"And I hate teachers who have favourites, too. I'm glad Professor Linfitch doesn't. He's one of my favourites."
Harry had to think to remember who Professor Linfitch was.
'Potions,' he remembered with a start. 'Wonder what it was like to enjoy that class.'
".Do YOU think so? Sir?"
"Uh." he said, wondering what he was supposed to say. "Yeah, sure. I s'pose so."
"Favouritism? Really?"
"Oh! Uh..no. no, of course not." She rolled her eyes in her head and kept walking.
"So.do you like Quidditch?" he asked, trying to keep the conversation going.
"No, actually. I don't really have the time or wish to watch. Or play, to be correct. I need to study. Plus, also, I hate that seeker person almost more than Severus."
He knew immediately who she meant, and changed the subject again.
"So, what do you like to do other than study and hate the Gryffindor Seeker?"
She smiled, as though trying not to laugh, and said:
"Well, let's see. Umm.here, I don't mind Hogsmede, y'know, the village, and then I like reading and photography and staying up late when I'm not allowed is always fun." she gasped, horrified at what she'd said.
"Don't worry." Harry said to her, reading her thoughts. "I won't report you. Although, you really shouldn't do it much. So, that's what you do here. What about at home?"
Amazed at her good luck, she said:
"Oh, I like reading and photography, obviously, and then I also like camping and swimming and the movies, and Terrorizing my sister is always fun. I think I'm the only one who sees her for what she is. A freak!!!"
He almost laughed at how different those words could sound when they were just a joke.
They were nearing the dungeons now, and coming closer and closer to the place where Lily's potions class was held.
"I also have a column in a neighbourhood newspaper, lead column, in fact, plus I write the advice occasionally, and publish it by magic at a place only I know ab."
She uttered a small scream at that one, and nearly started crying, as she ran off, muttering "I'm going to be expelled, I'm going to be expelled!" into her potions room.
He'd never known his mother at all until a few days ago, but he never would have guessed this of her. She'd found a way to get past the Ministry, he had no clue what it was, but he knew two things.
1), she was smarter than Hermione, but had a secret sort of desire to break rules.
Heaven knows, he knew how that felt.
He really had to laugh at it, if, he reminded himself, it hadn't been real. He'd have to tell her somehow that he wouldn't rat her out. Then they could talk again.
He suddenly realized, as he made his way back to his classroom, where there was no class at the moment, that simply by catching them alone, talking to them between classes, after class, weekends, whenever! He could find out all about them. He could ask his parents anything, ANYTHING!!! And it wouldn't make a difference to anyone. The prospect of knowing his parents was on the tips of his fingers, and he wasn't going to let this possibility pass.
Okay, review, please, because I'm not feeling as good about this chapter as I did about chapter two. Is it any good????