Chapter 5

Severus and Honey had the time of there lives those next few months. There relationship was not kept in secret because they didn't want to end up like Romeo and Juliet. One weekend, in Hogsmeade, the lovers were running around town as lover's do.
"Good day, Narcissa." Severus said as he and Honey sat down under a tree in the park. Narcissa was sitting on a fence putting on some lipstick.
"There's really no reason why I should tell why I'm here, its very impolite to pry." She sneered.
"I don't believe we were..." Honey looked back at her for a moment, and turned her amber eyes back to Severus.
"If you must know, I'm waiting for my boyfriend, Lucious. He's taking me out to some place expensive, the boy just can't live without me." She smiled and shook her head. "but really its none of your business."
"Nope," said Severus, putting his arm around his girlfriend, "What the heck is that?" Severus widened his dark eyes.
A gigantic bouquet of flowers, a huge box of choclates, and a big velvet case were stumbling across the grass. They fell to the ground revealing a teenage house elf with big green eyes. The elf muttered something profane under his breath and snapped his fingers. The items floated into the air on a bed of smoke.
"Oh, the poor dear. I can't stand how people are so heartless as to keep slaves like that." Honey looked away, her hair quivering.
The elf began to take a few deep breaths and walk slowly forward.
"Are you alright?" Honey asked.
"Dobby must fulfill his master's bidding," he winced, in a squeaky and shrill voice. "But Dobby does not want to. Dobby is bad. Dobby does not understand why he would not want to do whatever his master says."
"Its because slavery sucks," said Honey, smiling at him with her smile.
The elf blink for a few moments, realizing that if a lady such as she believed this, it must be true. He kept these thoughts to himself and pushed along to where Narcissa was waiting.
"Master Lucious is unable to meet his lady today." Dobby handed her the gifts.
"Not again..."
"Master Lucious Malfoy is...sorry. Master would like his feelings best to be expressed— "The elf gritted his teeth. "expressed in—no! no! no!" he began beating his head against a wall. Honey quickly zapped away the wall and caught him as he pitched forward. "—a ballad."
Narcissa's lips quivered wearily. Dobby cleared his throat and suddenly his voice was a beautiful baritone pitch. Beautiful, but rather odd considering what he was singing. "Every night in my dreams/I see you, I feel you/That is how I know you go on/Far across the distance/And spaces between us/You have come to show you go on/Near, far, wherever you are/I believe that the heart does go on..."

The house elf finished his song with perfect pitch, getting applause from many passing wizards and witches who had gotten the wrong idea about Cissy and Dobby.
Narcissa blushed crimson knitting her malevolent eyebrows together. "This is not the first time that git's stood me up. He's probably bleaching his hair or something. You just tell Mr. Malfoy that—" she opened the velvet box. "I love him so so much and count the days until our next rondevous."
Dobby nodded and dissappeared with a snap.
Honey looked over her shoulder. "He stands you up with nothing but a singing house-elf and some heart shaped necklace, yet you're still going to go out with him? I mean its not even a red heart shaped necklacke, its blue. What book for dummies has he been readin'?"
Narcissa shrugged. "Its not like I'm going to marry the guy or anything." She strutted off, flashing her blue diamond heart necklace.
Honey and Severus moved closer, now that they were alone and he picked up his acoustic guitar, which had before been used for sulky songs, and began to sing to her. "Honey you, are my shining star, and don't you go away/I wanna be, right here where you are, until my dying day/So many have tried, tried to find,/A love like yours an mine, yeah baby/Girl don't you relaise that your hypnotised,/It makes me love you more and more each time, yeah baby..."
"Hey Severus," said an evil Slytherin name Sidney Zabini who suddenly walked on screen. "is it true that she's only dating you for your money?—no wait you don't have any. Then is it for your good looks—wait, can't be that either..." He or she burst into laughter.
Severus muttered a jinx under his breath, which suddenly caused the student to begin singing "Get Down on the Night" and disco away.
"Well that was random." Severus smirked, but Honey's mouth was agape.
"Sevy! Sevy, that was a dark arts spell, wasn't it?" Honey trembled.
"Uh...its not what it looks like!" he exclaimed.
"Why, Sevy? Why???" she wailed jumping up from the grass.
"I—" he started, coming after her.
Honey put her head in her hands. "—I love you, but I just can't go against all my principles. I just can't!" she cried. "Goodbye forever..." She kissed him, longer and more passionately than she'd ever kissed anyone. As soon as their mouths parted, she ran away in flurry of tears. Just at that precise moment, a large motorcycle drove up beside her.
"Honey, are you alright?" Sirius asked, stopping the bike and stepping toward her, his black hair falling elegantly in his face.
"Oh, Sirius!" she cried and fell into his arms. He gently stroked her wavy honey colored hair. Snape looked as if he was about to die, staring at his worst enemy embraced the love of his life. Sirius gave him a wink and a smile before turning sympathetic again.
"Come on, Honey. Let's get out of here."
"Anywhere but here, however..." she said, hopping on the bike and conjuring up two helmets for each of them. "Safety first! Yeehaw!" They sped off.
Severus's mind sorted what had just happened, the shock and impact of the kiss had left him dazed. "Honey...oh Honey!" He dashed after the bike; his skinny legs like a cheetah. Wizards pointed at him as he passed; one pulled out an hourglass to time him. He reached the Hogsmeade theatre just in time to see a splash of autumn gold dissapear through the door.
"Honey wait!"
The door snapped shut, and Severus did not have a ticket anyway. "Honey please come out," he begged, pulling at the handle, strangling it. "Honey...Honey!" He pulled out his wand but dropped it in despair. He went to the front of the building staring up at the window, threw his arms up in despair and screamed, "HONEY!!!"

Defeated and miserable, Severus went into The Hog's Head, nostrils flared and eyes tearing. Taking the apple from his pocket he prepared to bite it, when it suddenly jumped from his hands and rolled across the ground. He chased after it until it stopped at a pair of black high heels. Severus's dark eyes followed up from the hem of long Slytherin robes...with a slit cut high on one side. The girl slowly wiggled one figure, signaling him to get up.
"Bellatrix..." Severus breathed. "What are you doing here?"
"Seems like the perfect place for the answer to a prayer."
"Black, we're in a tavern."
"Right. Get me a drink, I'm thirsty," she said dryly.
Severus signaled for the bartender and said to Bellatrix. "What do you mean answer to my prayer?"
She sank down into a chair and began to drabble on her low, Liz Hurleyesque accent. "Oh, come on. I have to wonder why you haven't cursed him to oblivion. I mean, first he tries to feed you to a werewolf and then he steals your girl...oooh, that boy should be locked up in Azkaban." Bellatrix's chair turned toward the window, hiding her face from view. "He's my kin, you know—my cousin, though it pains me to admit it. He walked out on my auntie last summer after a little dispute. I think it was over a girl..." She swiveled back around and narrowed her hooded eyes. "...a trashy muggle girl. From what I've heard he's been living over James Potter's garage ever since." She gave an evil cackle and leaned back. "Anyways, do you Rosmerta Crawford, the 7th year Ravenclaw girl."
"Rosmerta is that the one with the—"
"Yes. Now, do you recall who just broke up with Bob Chang?" She grinned. "Rosmerta is a wounded gazelle whom I can snag for you faster than you can say Pumpkin Juice. Not to mention she is on close terms with Sappy or whatever her name is. Sappy will be green with envy if you take blondie to the costume ball." Bellatrix sighed dreamily. "Of course, I'd go with you myself to make her jealous, but I'm already seeing Rudolphus," she made a face, "Creepy little twerp...but he's pureblood and pure bloody rich."
"And what would you want in exchange?"
She glanced up, her eyes gleaming evily. "Information..."

Honey and Rosmerta, both suffering from recent breakups, took the time to lean on eachother.
"So, on a scale of 1-10: Gustav Stebbins."
"3...plus 6!"
They giggled.
"Did he ask you?" Honey asked.
"Yeah, but I told him I'd think about it. I was kind of hoping to go with—don't tell Lily— James Potter."
"Really? That'd be excellent, since you're my best friend and James is Sirius's best friend! We'd all be best friends!" They strolled past the whomping willow. Honey eyed it gently.
Rosmerta jumped as two humongous eyes stared at her from behind a tree.
"I was crystal gazing and was informed that I will be attending the Costume Ball," said Sibyll
"That's wonderful," said Rosmerta, catching her breath.
"Well, who am I to argue with the spirits? However, I must find a boy to go with."
"Ohhhhhhhh," Rosmerta and Honey looked at eachother, "Do you have anyone in mind?"
"I try to take it upon myself not to cloud my Inner Eye with the unbelievers that walk about this castle," she sighed. "but its not as if they would approach me, because they are—intimidated by my Gift."
"Don't say another word; of course we'll help you get prettied up!" Honey exclaimed.
Rosmerta cut in, "As long as you promise to listen to us, we are more experienced in this area."
Sibyll took a deep breath, "All right."
Rosmerta tossed all her books down. "Okay, I think we'll definitely have to do something about that hair? Wasn't there a de-frizzing spell in Cosmowitch or do we have to buy a potion?"
"I'll have to check," Honey said breathlessly, "As for makeup, everybody knows subtle is best. We need to enhance her natural beauty."
"Of course," Rosmerta laughed, "we don't want her looking like some ten-sickle-floozy!"
"You could do with some press-ons." Honey compared hands. Suddenly a tear ran down her face. "Severus... always hated my long nails. We'd would always have cute little quarrels about them!" She sniffled.
"But first, of all things we have to get rid of these!" Rosmerta snatched the glasses off the girl's face and pitched them into the whomping willow. "Wow, you look better already. But, ugh, those eyebrows!"
Therefore, the Honey and Rosmerta set to work in the Ravenclaw common room. First, they plucked her eyebrows and applied some neutral eye shadow to her eyes, which were striking sapphires. Then she was given a matt pink lipstick and light rouge. At some point, Lily walked in to help with the de- frizzing charm.
"Wow, you look beautiful!" she said as she entered, "Guess what? I have a date for the ball." Lily smiled. "but you'll never guess who it is, I've never really expressed my fondness for him."
"James Potter?" Honey and Rosmerta asked simultaneously.
"For goodness sake, no, why does everyone think that?" She brought out her wand. "But you're not far off. It's Remus. Even though he runs around with Potter and Black, he's really one of the brightest and nicest boys in school. We've spent so much time together, being prefects and all."
"He asked you?" Honey asked interogatively.
"No, I asked him. It is the 70's afterall." She shrugged, and turned to the girl in the chair. "So do you want your hair to be slightly wavy or entirely straight?"
"Make it straight for now, we can always add more body later," Rosmerta said, glancing her up and down, "speaking of adding more body, could you bring me that box of tissues?"
"What do you have a cold?" Sybill asked. The girl's laughed and shook their heads. Honey applied some more lipstick to her face, while Rosmerta used a severing charm on some of her school uniform.
"Please don't tell me you've all used that lipstick," Lily said, knitting her eyebrows. "Oh, no, how many times do I have to tell you not to share makeup! I'm hoping this is at least your own hairbrush?—oh, good. Aren't you cutting that skirt a little short?" Lily asked.
Rosmerta shook her head."It's the same length as mine."
"That being the my point." Lily waved her wand in a matter-of-fact way. "Now, Sybill, you are going to have to use lot's of soap to get this makeup off, otherwise you'll get horrible acne. Mmmkay? " Lily said, batting the air as she worked the charm. "Oh no, there's a wasp in here."
Sibyll gasped."Oh dear," she said in a tragic voice, grabbing for the Cosmowitch magazine. "That's a horrible omen. Let me help you get rid of it."

swat smack crash

"Ow..."
"Oh, I'm so sorry, dear!" Sybyll exclaimed, "I can't see a thing without my glasses."

Later that day, after thrashing and pounding the Gryfindor team in a heart pounding quidditch match, which the Ravenclaws won, Honey was approached by James as she came out of the locker room. "Hey, Honey! Want to go to the ball with me?"
"I'm sorry James but I'm already going with Sirius." She shrugged.
James forced a smile at his best friend's name. "Oh, well then I'm happy for you both. But what am I supposed to do?"
"Well Rosmerta sure was hoping for you to ask her."
"Well then how come she's meandering down the hall with Severus Snape?"
"What?!" Honey cried sadly, catching a glimpse of them. "Rosy?"
"Its alright, my friends are all doing that too." He hugged her, "first its Remus and Lily, now you and Sirius...what next, Peter and McGonagall?"
"McGonagall?"
James tussled his hair violently as his face turned red. "Did I just say that outloud?"
"Well, why don't you use Sirius to pick up chicks?"
"Nah, Darwin Patil's cat just had kittens. I need something cuter." James pouted, staring her down.
"I'm not taking part in the seduction of innocent girls, Jimmy."
"Excuse me, Miss. But I believe I've dropped my quill!" Regulus's voice cracked from across the field.
"My dear, I believe you threw it down in front of my path." A beautiful super model was speaking with Regulus Black in a misty voice.
"But I need it back! Could you pick it up for me?" Regulus sneezed.
"Don't do it!" Honey hollered.
"Do I know you from somewhere?" James inquired.
"You indeed do know her," Honey alleged.
"Merlin's beard! Its you!" Regulus shrieked.
"Who else would I be, dear?" Syvill demanded.
"Great game, Honey!" Lily said, as she and Remus made there way over to the group.
"Excuse me, but I believe that Miss Trelawney and I were having a private conversation... so, uh, nice weather isn't it?" James elucidated.
"Yes— and as for the question you are about to ask: yes," Sybill clarified, bending down to pick up Regulus's quill.
"Alright!" James exclaimed.
"What's going on?" Remus asked, looking rather disconcerted.
"Well, looks like the Maurader's are all paired up with chicks for the dance—'cept Peter of course," James interjected.
"I heard he was going with McGonagall," Regulus cooed.
"What?!" James squealed.
"Just kidding," Regulus piped, slinking away.
"Something wrong, dear?" Sybbil lisped.
Remus looked at James and Sybille with an expression of slight horror.
"What's wrong Moony, jealous?" James grunted.
"Actually I think it's the way you're all 'elucidating.' Or else maybe it's just that you have a crush on our Transfiguration professor." Lily said, a slight smile crossing her glossless lips.
"I didn't mean—I—I—You have a sick mind, Evans!" James gesticulated.
"James, do not speak to Lily in a such a way. Her time with us is short enough." Sybill gazed at her as if she were a dying relative, then snapped back to her significant other. "Oh, James dear, you're going to meet me in the library after dinner tonight. You'll trip on Mrs. Norris and break your glasses; I'm hoping you've memorized that repairo charm." She wandered over to a classroom.
"Uh, okay." James raised an eyebrow. "Uh...dear? That's the wrong class."
"Well, looks like we're in for an interesting rest of the school year," Honey said, tossing back her hair.
"I should think so," said Lily. But as she watched James tenderly lead the batty 16 year-old to her correct classroom, Miss Evans suddenly felt a strange twinge in the bellows of her heart of gold...