Disclaimer: *sighs defeatedly* E ryja teclujanat dryd E ryja du cyo ed ajano desa. Cu, rana ed ec. Rynno Buddan yht lusbyho tu hud pamuhk du sa. Drao pamuhk du ran kaheichacc, Z.G. Nufmehk. *grins* Pid yd maycd E lyh syga ed cu oui lyh'd nayt ed!!!

N/N: Mwahahahahaha!!!!! You can't read my disclaimer!!! *laughs evily* All the necessary things that had to be said are there………but you can't understand it!!!!!! Take THAT you Scary Lawyer People!!!! Mwahahah - *cough* *hack* *wheeze* *gasp*

Oh yesh, mesa apologize for taking so long, I was on a drawing kick…apparently people think I'm good at it….*shrugs* I dun know what drugs they be doing but that's what they say.

Chapter Four: Suspicions

I yawn as I walk down the hallway between Draco and Blaise.

"Up late last night?" asks Draco.

"I'll say! She didn't get in until 3:00 in the morning!" exclaims Blaise. I raise my eyebrows at her questioningly.

"What? I'd had a question on my mind for about three hours, and when I decided to ask you since I figured you would know the answer, you weren't there. And that was about midnight!"

"And you waited up for me?"

"I was worried! You are my best friend you know."

Thank Merlin for all that training in mannerisms of being a Lady that Father taught me, else my jaw would have fallen to the floor. Blaise's best friend? The whole friend thing is odd to me period. I didn't know there were different titles! Or maybe 'best friend' is just something you call the friend that you are closest to; so I suppose that means Blaise is my best friend?

"I apologise, I had thought you to be asleep."

"And going back to the original topic…" interrupts Draco. Merlin's Wand curse everything, I hadn't wanted to answer that. I sigh in a semi-defeatedly way.

"Once a week, I've been sneaking out of the Slytherin dormitories and into the teacher's classrooms - "

"Once a week since the beginning of the school year?" Draco interrupts again.

"Since the fifth of November."

"Oh, since the beginning of the month then."

"Yes. And as I was saying, I've been breaking into their files for the lesson plans."

"Why?" asks Blaise.

"I'm sick of having to wait for the assignments. I get them done in ten minutes or less anyway. Might as well get all of them done all at once."

"Even Potions?" asks Blaise with a smirk. I give her a small glare.

"Except Potions. I truly enjoy that class. I actually learn there."

"Somehow I imagine that you sound strongly like Granger." adds Draco.

"That muggle-born Gryffindor girl?"

"Yeah, the mud-blood." I stop in my tracks and turn to look at Draco.

"What?" he asks.

"The term 'mud-blood' is proof of human society's barbaric past. It's use is no longer needed."

Draco raises his eyebrows at me and says mockingly, "Yes oh gracious Lady Gwynesine." I roll my eyes and continue walking.

"Who have you raided already?" asks Blaise now that we've begun walking again.

"I've 'raided', as you so eloquently put it, Professor McGonagall, Professor Vector, Professor Flitwick, and last night I did Professor McKiernan."

We all walk in a silence until I notice Draco and Blaise are dragging their jaws along the floor of the hallway.

"You're drooling." I comment. They immediately wipe their mouths and close their mouths. We walk into our Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

"How in the name of Merlin did you get by all his wards?!" hisses Blaise.

"They weren't all that hard. Naturally, since he is the Defense Against the dark Arts professor, they took me longer than most. Usually I'm back by midnight."

"The man is an Ex-Auror! He must suspect someone." says Drago. I shrug.

"Someone, yes. Me? No." The two just shake their heads and look at me as if I am insane.

"He'll kill you, when he finds out you know," says Draco, "His detentions are almost as bad as the ones Snape - "

" - Professor Snape."

" - the ones Professor Snape gives to the Gryffindors."

"Yes, he would kill me. If he finds out."

The door gives its customary slam, signalling Professor McKiernan's arrival. It doesn't take a psychiatrist (N/N: evil things, psychiatrists. Eeeeviiiilll) to know that he is not a happy litle wizard. He goes to the centre of the room and leans against his desk with his arms folded across his chest. He looks around the room with a deadly sort of calm.

"It appears," he begins, "that someone broke into my classroom last night." He looks around the room again. "And I have been informed that three other teachers have had their classrooms broken into as well. There are five theories as to why whoever is doing this, copying the lesson plans, is doing this. Can anyone tell me what they are?" The room was silent for a moment as the professor looks around. Then Pansy raises her hand.

"Pansy?"

"Because maybe they are falling behind and they want to catch up without having to ask the teacher?"

"Yes, that is one theory."

Vincent Crabbe raises his hand.

"Vincent?"

"They wanted to help someone who is falling behind who didn't want to ask the teacher?"

"That would be the second theory."

Blaise raises her hand.

"Blaise?"

"The thrill of breaking into a classroom and getting away with it."

"That is the third."

Draco raises his hand.

"Draco?"

"It was done on a dare."

"And the fourth theory," Professor McKeirnan looks around at the silent classroom, "what's this? Can no one tell me the fifth? Anyone? Anyone at all?"

I look around the room without moving my head. I knew the fifth theory. It was the reason why I did it. I'd raise my hand, but this ex-Auror might realize it was me and I don't feel like risking that.

"Wyndi Syn. You seem to know the answer to many things. Can you tell us the fifth theory?" Professor McKeirnan asks. I refrain from narrowing my eyes at the proffesor. If I say I don't know, word will spread around faster than a Firebolt and I lose some of the kids' faith and respect. If I say yes, he might realize that it was me. Bugger.

"Mayhap they are so far ahead that they are tired of waiting for the assignments and simply want to finish them up in the beginning of the year." I say at last. The professor and I have a brief staring contest and he then continues teaching class. He knows that I did it. He knows that it was me who broke into all those classrooms. He also knows that I know he knows, and that there is no evidence to incriminate me. Hmm…I will have to be more wary for now.

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I walk into the Library and look around. I see Blaise at our table, but Draco is no where to be seen. As I walk over to our table I hear whispers from behind the bookshelves. I stop and walk closer to be able to hear better.

"Watch…..move she…..dark…..death…destruction…"

"I…carefully….everything….does….do….know…."

"..give…away….suspect….cially you…understand…"

I walk quickly, but not so quickly as to arouse any suspicion. What was that about? Who was that? The second voice almost sounded like Draco's…but it couldn't have been, could it? I sit down next to Blaise just as Draco comes up to us.

"Sorry I took so long. I had to discuss prefect business with Professor Snape." he says. Blaise shakes her head.

"That is exactly why I never want to be a Prefect. You have too much d*mn stuff to do."

"Yeah, we do have a lot of duties."

~@~Amber~@~: Ta very much so. I needed the encouragement.

Darth Flirt: heh, sorry this one took so long, ^^;; Curs-ed writer's block. Ta for understanding though!