Her heels clicked as she paced in front of the class. Watching, always watching them. She could not be distracted, and would not. Nothing would distract her from her job. Except for one thing, or person. Eddie. He was a huge distraction, and could set any teacher yelling, but this one more then others. She was more strict the any teacher there was. One little snicker could land you a weeks detention.

Eddie let out a whistle and a few snickers were heard around the room. The teacher brought the yard stick down on Eddie's desk as hard as she could, cracking the yard stick in half. Eddie didn't flinch as most would, he just grinned at her.

"Eddie, you are very close to being expelled, you do know that, don't?" Ms. Weasley said, glaring at him with so much hate that some wondered if she'd have attacked. Eddie gave a fake astonished look.

"No, I had no idea! I've just lost 100 points for my house in one week, more the anyone has ever lost before!" He looked so comical that several people laughed. Ms. Weasley laughed, but it was one that was scary.

"Actually, three Gryffindors lost 150 points in one night. Your loss is nothing compared to theirs. Anyway, before I was so rudely interrupted, I was going to tell you about the history of romance. However, it appears you are already smart enough, since Eddie appears to know everything. We will have a test over it tomorrow. For those of you who want to study, there is a book on it in the library. Homework tonight is a three thousand word essay on the time period when Muggles knew, and were close to wizards and witches. I will expect it on my desk next time I see you. Class dismissed."

Everyone grabbed their things and left, except for Sharon. She had some work to do, and Ginny's class was the quietest class there was to work in. Sharon knew she'd have to ask permission to work in there, but asking how according to Ms. Weasley's mood was essential. So she pondered a moment and then cleared her throat.

"Professor, I was wondering if I could do my homework in here, because there is no place quiet enough. Whenever I try to do my work, Eddie follows me around and makes noises so I can't concentrate, and I really need to get some work done." She pause, letting this soak in, and was about to say something more, but decided to leave it at that. A longer explanation might only anger her more then she already was.

Ginny sighed and looked at Sharon. She really couldn't say no to a student who wanted quiet so she could study. Still, she'd expected to have some free time to herself. Oh, well, she thought, it wasn't like I had anything planned to do except grade papers.

"Of course, Sharon. That would be fine. I have to stay here and grade papers anyway," She smiled, and sat down. Shuffling through her papers and trying to find the right ones was a task for anyone. She knew it could take more then her off time, but she couldn't help that. If she tackled it now, there would be less to deal with later. So tackled it she did.

For awhile, all that could be heard was the occasional turning of pages, and the scratching of a quill. Two noises that kept Ginny's mind off of everything else. Diving headfirst into her work kept the rest of the world at bay. She could be alone without having to deal with emotions, which was just how she liked it. Not feeling meant not being able to hurt. All she knew was anger, which she directed towards Eddie because, alas, he was the one who made her angry. The rudest, most disrespectful kid in the school. Oh how he made her mad. But she decided not to think about him at all.

Sharon turned her page, and wrote something down. She bit her lip, wondering what else to put. She glanced up and saw Ginny working, not a care in the world. She didn't even look like she was thinking about anything. At least, not anything but what to grade the papers in front of her. Sharon wished to be like her, to act like her. To have no emotions at all. She hungered for it, but it would never come. She would never be able to give up her life for the one her teacher had. A perfect life, without a man. Sharon sighed and continued reading, not caring about what the book said.

"Professor, I was wondering, if it wouldn't be any trouble, could you tell me, how did you become a professor? I mean, I'd love to do what you do , only, I don't know how to do it. Where would I start?" Sharon gave a curious and innocent look. The kind of look any teacher would fall for.

"Well," Ginny hesitated, thinking for a moment, "You could bring your grades up. You have to have the highest of high scores to be accepted. Right now, concentrate on what you're here to do. And that is to study. I suggest you continue doing so. Otherwise you won't even be able to be a beggar". Ginny looked back down at the papers and continued grading, wondering if she should owl each person their scores or not. That might just be easier for her. In the end, she decided to just pass them back in class, if she'd finished grading them by then.

Sharon finished the last sentence in her paragraph and reread it, crossing out and adding things here and there. She always had to rewrite her homework, that way it was nice and neat. Otherwise, she'd turn in a scribbled up mess that no teacher would ever want to read. That would mean no grade, and that would mean detention for an incomplete assignment. Which was only the worst thing that could possibly happen to anyone. Even good old Eddie.

Sharon gathered up her things, deciding it was best to leave and finish the rest later in the common room, or the library. She didn't want to get Ms. Weasley angry at her. That could mean a weeks detention, and Sharon could not do that. Not with all the homework she had. She marked the page in the book, a slid it into her bag. She then got up and left, carefully shutting the door so that it made no noise that would disturb Ms. Weasley.

As the door shut, Ginny looked up and sighed. She'd been too hard on Sharon, that was true, but if she wasn't, Sharon wouldn't make it to graduate from Hogwarts. She'd be so caught up with other things that she'd forget all about her homework. Ginny was the only person that could make sure it wouldn't happen. Well, at least Ginny thought so. And no one could tell her otherwise.

AN: Ok, it is kinda weird, but this is the basis for the WHOLE fic, and I MEAN the WHOLE fic. So, just

Review and tell me what you think. There will be more action in the next chapter.