A/N: woohoo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! One person reviewed!! Wow! Heh, sorry, I'm a little hyper…*glances at the Mountain Dew* heh anyway, I'm bored and have nothing to do, and since I'm in the mood to type (no one's on AIM), I'm going to…UPDATE!!!

Disclaimer: Do I really need one of these????

A/N: well…I'm going to switch to more of Mae's point of view…still third person, but yeah. Um…I'll do that ~*~*~ thing if I'm going to do Draco's or…someone else's. that's about it…*nods* On with it!

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Mae sat in the back of the Charms class. Flitwick was up front, trying to show some idiot how to make his feather dance. She glanced at Draco who was staring at her. Raising an eyebrow, she looked back up front.

Rolling her eyes, she started to absently trace weird patterns on the table with her wand. She didn't notice that a midnight-blue substance was outlining her tracing. Sighing she looked down at the table and froze.

It showed a face of a wolf, a more human wolf. The full moon could be seen just over the werewolf's shoulder. She flinched and moved to erase it, but a Slytherin boy with spiky black hair stopped her.

"Oy, look! It's Lupin in his true form!" he whispered loud enough for everyone around them to hear. The Slytherins started to laugh over their tables. Some had to stuff their fists into their mouths to stifle the noise.

Mae forced a smile, but it sooned changed to a frown when Draco had looked away. Studying the picture, she wondered what had compelled her to draw that on the wood. It was a werewolf, but if one looked closer, they could see that it wasn't a male, but a female. The markings were different, and she knew if it was coloured, it would be a pure black with a white splash of flame across its muzzle. The eyes would be a yellow-gold. She shivered and moved to erase it again, but a hand stopped her.

Flitwick stood scowling at her. He was small, so he was looking up, but she could still tell he was angry. "Is this some kind of a joke, Miss McCrea? Making fun of Professor Lupin? Well, I'm sure he'd be glad to see your little drawing of him, would he not?" he said in his squeaky voice.

Mae stared at him in horror, "But…but…"

"No buts, this is horrible. Making fun of someone who is older than you. You have a detention. Stay after class and we will discuss it with both the head of your house and Remus. Severus is head of your house, am I right?"

Mae dropped her head and stared at the picture. It was a female werewolf! It couldn't be Lupin! Then she remembered he was waiting for an answer, "Oh, yes sir."

Flitwick nodded sharply, "So I thought. Very well, you will leave this…moral here. Move over there, yes, next to Miss Parkinson."

Mae groaned and gathered her supplies, surprised that she hadn't started blushing. Moving to sit next to Pansy, she heard Draco whisper, "More like McGonagall than himself."

Mae sighed as everyone started packing up. Charms was finally over. Packing up her own things, she slung her back over her shoulder, and moved to stand in front of Flitwick's desk.  She waited for about two minutes before he finally looked up.

"Oh yes, I believe you should meet here on Friday night…say nine? Lupin will hold your detention, since it was him that you offended. No, no one else will be there. Just you and him," he said, a little more calmly than earlier.

Mae just nodded, she knew better than to argue with a teacher. Sighing, she just turned and walked out of the room, unaware that Flitwick had placed a spell on her picture. She wasn't looking forward towards Transfiguration, but that was what was next.

~*~*~

Flitwick sighed as he watched the sixth year leave. Severus probably put her up to that, he thought to himself. Moving over to look at the picture, he frowned. It didn't look like most werewolves, but then again, he'd never seen Lupin's form.

He sighed again and went into his office. Poking the fireplace with his wand, he said, "Remus, you might want to come here."

He stepped back and watched as the professor climbed out of the fireplace, dusting off his already shabby robes.

Remus looked at him expectantly, "Yes?"

Flitwick motioned for him to follow, and he did, a small frown on his face. When Flitwick stopped at a table, so did he. Looking at the top he felt his insides freeze.

"Who…?"

Flitwick sighed, "Maeve McCrea, Slytherin."

Remus frowned, "Severus…?"

Flitwick shrugged, "I honestly don't know. I gave her a detention, but told her you will be holding it with her. She has to explain to you why she did this…"

Remus just nodded, not really listening, "When?"

"Friday at 9:00."

He sighed and nodded again. He had the Slytherins today as the last class. His day had just suddenly gotten worse.

Mae sat at the Slytherin table. Again. Only now it was lunchtime. The Slytherins were still talking about the picture she'd drawn of Lupin. She sighed. It wasn't of him! she wanted to scream. It would only get questions that she didn't want, so she just let them.

~*~*~

The Gryffindors had heard of it to. Their last class before lunch was Charms, after all. Harry, Hermione, and Ron were all crowded together, talking about it.

"That idiot Slytherin! How dare she insult Lupin!" said Ron, anger evident in his voice.

Harry just sat there, brooding. She'd seemed to want to defend the professor earlier during breakfast. Maybe he'd been wrong.

"I don't know…" started Hermione. "I sat at the spot and it didn't look much like Lupin."

"Shh!" Harry hissed, jumping into the conversation. "We weren't there, remember?!"

"Oh, right, sorry," whispered Hermione, not wanting to spark Harry's anger. He'd been known to explode ever since Sirius had died. She sighed softly, sympathy flooding her heart. He must be really hurting.

Harry just nodded, already his anger was fading. He turned to look at the Slytherin table. Mae was in clear view. Was it just him, or did she seem upset at the laughing about the picture? He shook his head and looked away, going back to eating.

~*~*~

Draco saw Harry looking at Mae, but he missed her look completely. He felt a strange emotion rip his heart and frowned. Potty had better not start liking her…or else. Or else what? You have a girlfriend, remember? Her name's Pansy, she's sitting there next to Mae, with a knowing smirk…came the nasty voice in his head. It sounded a lot like his, only older. Draco sighed and pushed it away.

~*~*~

Two more bloody classes until Defense Against the Dark Arts. Two more bloody classes until I have to face Lupin…Mae thought to herself. A bitter smile appeared as people started to leave, going to their next classes. She sighed and stood up, ready to follow.

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A/N: there ya go. An update. It's at least three pages in Microsoft, but yeah. Sorry if it's too short for some of you, but please, REVIEW!!!

Cody: yes, do review…

Orlando: yes, she'll stop arguing with James and maybe talk to him again if you do…

Me: …*mutters darkly to self*

James just watches me from the corner of his eye, trying not to show his pain.

Cody (pretending not to notice): yep, she will…

Me: *glares at Cody* highly unlikely…

James looks more hurt.

Orlando (doesn't notice): people review! Please? *makes that cute look like in LOTR when Gandalf dies*

James doesn't make a comment.

Cody: *eyes widen* ok…something's really wrong if you don't insult Orlando…

James just shrugs.

Orlando (still not noticing anything wrong): until later then