WARNING: This story is rated R (just to be safe) for language and sexual content.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the other Potterverse characters. They are owned by JK Rowling.

DeAndry Harris, along with the story, though, are mine. Read but do not hurt.

Timeline: During POA

I don't know what to say about this chapter, my brain is shot. So just review it!

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DeAndry sighed. This was exactly how every outing with Oliver Wood ended. He was now standing next to the table, his arms were flailing as he reenacted all of his amazing Quidditch plays for a rapidly growing crowd.

"Wood? Wood. Wood!" Finally DeAndry got his attention. "I've still got to stop at Dervish and Banges before we go home. I'll meet you back here in an hour."

Wood barely acknowledged her before he went back to his story. DeAndry rolled her eyes and pushed her way through the people then out the door.

She loved Wood with all her heart. He was the closest friend she had, but when the only intelligent conversation he can hold down is about Quidditch, it gets real old, real quick. She was defiantly lacking in the heart to heart discussions. She'd have to set up a study date with Hermione Granger when she got back.

As DeAndry absently made her way down the road when she realized she missed the shop. She flipped around the corner and ran straight into someone. Stumbling backwards she finally caught her balance.

"I'm so ." DeAndry finally looked up seeing the stern glare of Professor Snape, "sorry," she finished.

"And where do you think you are going?"

"Uh . Dervish and Bangers," DeAndry said, suddenly worried that she might have done something wrong.

After a long moment of the two staring each other down, Snape turned on his heel and his robes followed, swishing around his legs. He took three purposeful strides away from DeAndry. Then, when she didn't move, he stopped and looked over his shoulder. "Are you coming?"

DeAndry frowned, and despite his words, still didn't move. But when he motioned with his head sharply, she shrugged and quickly caught up with him. Silently, Professor Snape led the way down to the end of the road where the small stone business sat.

The store was empty. There were no students, or anyone else for that matter. DeAndry figured everyone had done their shopping earlier and were now relaxing at the Three Broomsticks or the Hog's Head enjoying a drink.

A tall thin man made his way out of the back of the store and went straight to Professor Snape. After a quick word, the man disappeared again through a door in the back of the shop.

"The books you're looking for are over there," Snape suddenly spoke, and pointed to the back of the shop.

"Excuse me?" DeAndry asked, still trying to decide why he was being nice to her.

He rolled his eyes, and he spoke again this time as if he was explaining to a young child. "You came here to purchase books on medical spells. They are back there." He pointed again.

"How did you know that's what I came here for?"

"There's very little I don't know about my students."

Without saying anything more DeAndry found the book she was looking for, Common Magical Ailments and Afflictions.

"Why don't you try something slightly more challenging?" Snape asked, eyeing the book in her hands.

"Actually, I don't need anything more challenging. This is for 'just in case' situations. When you have friends like the Wesley twins and Wood ." she trailed off shaking her head, knowing Snape would understand. "Besides, I don't think I could handle something more challenging." She winced; she had left her self wide open for insult.

"Hmm. I would tend to think that someone with 'unspeakable powers' could handle it." He shrugged and left DeAndry's immediate presence.

Was that a compliment? she wondered. No, there is no way in hell Potions Professor Serverus Snape just gave a student a compliment.

"What did you come to get?" DeAndry waited for Snape's response, but there was just silence. "Snape?" She craned her head around one of the displays looking for him. "Professor?"

"Yes, Miss Harris?" His voice directly behind her, made her jump.

He was so close; she could feel the heat from his body. DeAndry swallowed trying to get rid of the knot in her throat. But when she went to speak, she realized she had completely forgotten the question she was going to ask him.

She couldn't help the sound that automatically escaped her throat as his hand found its way in her hair. She heard him chuckle softly, and it sent goose bumps down her neck.

"It's been a while since someone's done this to you, hasn't it," he spoke quietly as he pulled her hair off her neck and over her shoulder.

She couldn't answer him, because it had been some time, the summer after her sixteenth birthday. And even then it didn't feel as good, or frustrating as this.

His long cold fingers crept up to the top of her neck and gripped around the back of her throat. He applied just enough pressure to make sure he had her attention.

He did.

"If I didn't know better, I would say you are enjoying this." His breath danced across her neck and cheek. His lips brushed against the side of her face.

"This isn't fair," she said barely above a whisper. She went to face him, but he held in her place with one hand gripping her arm.

"Do I look like someone who plays fair?" he growled into her ear.

She shivered. "No."

Gods. All she wanted was to have him take her, right there. But deep down she knew that wouldn't happen. He knew she was enjoying it, and he was too cruel to let her have what she wanted.

He suddenly pulled away from her, just before the door to the shop opened.

"Hey, Harris."

DeAndry's eyes widened as she recognized the voice. "Wood, what's up?" She turned around and found Wood's smiling face. Out of the corner of her eye she watched Snape turn his back to her, and look through some random book.

"Did you find what you needed?" he asked grabbing the book that was completely forgotten in her hands. "Common Magical Ailments and Afflictions? Hmmm."

DeAndry grabbed his arm and led him to the counter to purchase the book before he noticed Snape. "I thought I told you I was going to meet you at the Three Broomsticks in an hour," she said putting the money for the book on the counter.

Wood laughed. "Yeah, well, I was going to wait for you, but someone, meaning George and Fred, set off about a dozen Dungbombs. That place cleared out faster than a flock of Obliromen during a rain storm."

"Ah," DeAndry pretended to be interested as she pushed him out of the store, stealing one more glance at her Potions Professor's smirking face.

This was getting dangerous.

*****

The rest of the afternoon went on without incident, until the Headmaster caught her after coming back from Hogsmede.

"DeAndry."

Instantly, fear spread throughout her body. She wondered if the Headmaster had seen right through her, and knew what she had done that day with Snape. Or rather, what he had done with her.

"Yes?" DeAndry said, surprised at how solid her voice was.

"I need to speak with you for a moment." He pulled her aside. "I have a sneaking suspicion you've been using your powers inappropriately."

She sighed remembering her attempts of reading Snape's mind. "I did. Well, I tried." Her shoulders sank. "It didn't work."

For a moment the Headmaster looked stern, and DeAndry wondered if she was going to be reprimanded. But the slightest twinkle in his eyes told her otherwise.

"Then perhaps you should choose weaker minded persons than Professor Snape."

They both laughed.

"So you heard about the exploding cauldron?" DeAndry asked, suddenly felling better.

"I'm pretty sure there isn't a person in this school who didn't hear about it."

"Does Snape know that I'm telepathic?" she asked, suddenly putting the pieces together.

"Well, if he didn't before, he does now."

Great, she thought sarcastically to herself.

"But in any case, I would like to speak with you after the feast."

DeAndry's head fell on her shoulders. "Alright."

*****

But the chance for the Headmaster to speak to DeAndry quickly diminished after the Halloween feast. Once the Gryffindor house found the Fat Lady's painting slashed, DeAndry had forgotten about almost everything that had happened earlier that day.

Professor McGonagall ushered the last of the students into the Great Hall. Everyone turned to Dumbledore, waiting for him to speak. "The teachers and I need to conduct a thorough search of the castle. I'm afraid that, for your own safety, you will have to spend the night here. I want the prefects to stand guard over the entrances to the hall and I am leaving the Head Boy and Girl in charge. Any disturbance should be reported to me immediately," he said to Percy. He stood up as tall as he could, trying to get across his importance. "Send word with one of the ghosts."

Professor Dumbledore paused, about to leave the hall, and said, "Oh, yes, you'll be needing . . ."

He nonchalantly waved his wand and the diner tables flew across the rooms, surprising missing every one of the students, and sat against the walls. He waved it again and the stone floor was covered with fluffy purple sleeping bags.

He turned to the door but paused with his back to it. "Sleep well." And he closed the door behind him.

"What happened?" asked Mandy Broklehurst, a Ravenclaw girl; and the whole hall grew loud with excitement.

Fred turned to Mandy, "It was Sirius Black."

"He was in the school," George continued for his brother.

"Really?" Mandy's eyes got wide. "But how?"

DeAndry shrugged. "I don't know. I thought no one could get in here without someone knowing. But he was here, and in the Gryffindor tower nonetheless. I didn't see, but I guess he slashed through the Fat Lady."

"Was anyone hurt?" Mandy asked.

"No, we were all in here," Fred explained.

"Wow," Mandy sighed. All four nodded.

"Everyone into their sleeping bags!" Everyone looked up for a moment to see Percy trying to get everyone quiet and situated, but it did little. "Come on, now, no more talking! Lights out in ten minutes!" Finally, the students made their ways over to sleeping bags. DeAndry followed the Weasley twins over to Lee Jordan, who was saving four bags for them near one of the entrances. They all climbed in, fully dressed, and propped their heads up with their hands so they could talk.

*****

At about three in the morning, Fred and DeAndry lay quietly with their eyes close, having been just told off for talking from Percy. One of the doors opened and Professor Dumbledore made his way over to Percy, who was just a few feet from DeAndry and Fred.

"Any sign of him, Professor?" asked Percy in a whisper.

"No. All well here?"

"Everything under control, sir."

"Good. There's no point moving them all now. I've found a temporary guardian for the Gryffindor portrait hole. You'll be able to move them back in tomorrow."

"And the Fat Lady, sir?"

"Hiding in a map of Argyllshire on the second floor. Apparently she refused to let Black in without the password, so he attacked. She's still very distressed, but once she's calmed down, I'll have Mr. Filch restore her."

The door opened again, and she knew Percy and Dumbledore were waiting for whoever it was to make their way over to them.

"Headmaster?" It was Snape. DeAndry opened her eyes as soon as she heard his voice. She watched him, silently, listening to the conversation. "The whole of the third floor has been searched. He's not there. And Filch has done the dungeons; nothing there either."

"What about the Astronomy tower? Professor Trelawney's room? The Olwery?" Dumbledore questioned.

"All searched ..." Snape said shaking his head.

"Very well, Severus. I didn't really expect Black to linger."

"Have you any theory as to how he got in, Professor?" asked Snape.

"Many, Severus, each of them as unlikely as the next."

"You remember the conversation we had, Headmaster, just before-ah-the start of term?" said Snape. DeAndry could almost see his scowl.

"I do, Severus," said Dumbledore, almost threateningly.

"It seems-almost impossible-that Black could have entered the school without inside help. I did express my concerns when you appointed-"

"I do not believe a single person inside this castle would have helped Black enter it," said Dumbledore, ending the conversation. Snape didn't say anything. "I must go down to the dementors. I said I would inform them when our search was complete."

"Didn't they want to help, sir?" DeAndry heard Percy enter the conversation.

"Oh yes," said Dumbledore coldly. "But I'm afraid no dementor will cross the threshold of this castle while I am headmaster."

Percy stood still, quite confused, but he didn't say anything. Dumbledore nodded to Percy and left the hall quickly and quietly. Snape stood for a moment, watching Dumbledore until he shut the door behind him. Snape dropped his gaze to the students fast asleep on the floor and his eyes widened as he caught DeAndry's look. She frowned, not being able to read his look. It was a cross between resentment, and worry. Realizing he had let the stolen glance last longer than it need to, he shook his head and left the same way Dumbledore had.

DeAndry looked over to Fred, who was also listening.

"Who would have helped him in?" DeAndry asked, in a voice lower than a whisper.

Fred just shrugged.