IWARNING: 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 just wanted to say thanks for all of your reviews!! You guys are great!!
Anyway, enough of that mumbo jumbo crap, I hope you like! And please review!!!
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DeAndry's head was throbbing. She was furious with Snape. She couldn't believe his nerve. She didn't remember him being as pigheaded the previous years she spent in his Potions classes. Sighing she fell onto her bed, face down.
"So why can't you stop thinking about him?" she mumbled to herself.
There was a knock on her door; she growled.
"Unless you like the idea of your head being shrunken and sold to the aborigines on the black market, I would suggest you go away!" DeAndry lifted her head from her pillow just long enough to yell her warning.
Despite the threat, the door to her bedroom opened.
"Hey," was all that was spoken.
Recognizing the voice, DeAndry looked up. "Wood. Hey."
"You have an hour before Snape claims you for the rest of the night. I don't think he'll even let you break for dinner."
DeAndry frowned at his odd comment, her mind going straight to what it would be like to actually have Snape claim her.
"The second half of your detention," he clarified. "Anyway, you can't spend it cooped up in here. Come on, take a walk with me."
Wood led DeAndry out to one of the quads. She hopped up onto a ledge, separating the grassy square from the covered walk way. Wood rested his elbow on the stone ledge just below DeAndry's feet.
"What's wrong?" Wood cut right to the point.
DeAndry frowned at her friend. "What do you mean? Nothing's wrong."
"How long have I known you?"
"Seven years," she said hugging her legs.
"And in seven years how many times have you gotten in trouble. I mean enough trouble to merit a detention?"
DeAndry sighed realizing Wood's point.
"Now I don't know what's going on, but it is something. Seriously. The incident with Snape, Malfoy, and all your detentions. You've been so detached from everything . And honestly, I miss my friend." Wood's gaze dropped to the other side of the stone.
DeAndry leaned against the pillar and closed her eyes. She didn't say anything. She couldn't. There was no way he would understand why she was doing what she was doing. She wasn't even sure if she understood. She looked down at his searching eyes. He wasn't going to leave without an explanation. She had to tell him something.
"You're going to go on to professional Quidditch after you graduate," DeAndry said matter-of-factly.
Wood frowned. That was the last thing he thought she would say. "Yes," he said hesitantly.
"And what about me, Wood? What am I gonna do after I graduate?"
Finally realizing what was wrong, Wood sighed. "You still don't know what you want to do." It really wasn't a question.
Looking at the ground, DeAndry realized even though she was trying to steer away from conversation about Snape, she really wasn't lying. Honestly, that really had been playing on her mind. "I mean I'm not really good at anything, like you are."
"Sure you are. You get really high marks in all your classes."
"Well, yeah, enough so I only have to apply minimal effort in class, but I wasn't good enough to become a prefect or anything. It's hard to have motivation when you have no idea where you are going with your life."
"You know," he said, suddenly smiling. "You could always come with me and be a cheerleader."
Frowning at the thought, she couldn't stop herself from smiling. "Wood, I don't think Quidditch has cheerleaders."
"Well they should." He laughed. "You could start a team. Then you could spend all day with me. You'd be all mine."
DeAndry started laughing, but a figure behind Wood caught her attention. It was Snape. She suddenly felt bad that he had heard what Wood was saying.
"Miss Harris," Snape's silky voice spoke.
Wood's grin suddenly faded into a grimace. "Here's where I lose you to an older man," he whispered just before pushing himself away from the wall.
DeAndry laughed.
"She's all yours," Wood said and left DeAndry to her pending doom.
As soon as he was out of sight, DeAndry jumped off the ledge. "Well, let's get this over with," and she was on her way back into the castle.
Snape frowned at both of the students' reactions. All the students were supposed to be terrified of him. He must be losing his touch.
Snape ended up following DeAndry all the way down to the dungeons.
"So what do you have in store for me today?" she said playfully as they entered the Potions room.
Snape was not amused. Without saying a word, he pointed to the head of the classroom where a large dark glass jar sat on a table.
Curious, DeAndry made her way closer to the jar. Something was moving inside, she could hear it, but she didn't know what it was. Then finally, she saw them. Hundreds of spiders, all different sizes, with the same black and purple coloring.
DeAndry's eyes widened with fear. "No way!" She backed away as fast as she could, running into Snape himself. She turned to face him with pleading eyes.
"I need to harvest the legs. You're helping me," he said looking down at her menacingly. Then he turned on his heel to collect some materials. "All you have to do is pull them out of the container. I wouldn't trust you with cutting off their legs."
Ignoring the direct insult, DeAndry looked wide-eyed at the eight-legged arachnids. "Look, you can take away all the Gryffindor points, give me a billion detentions, heck even kick me out of the school . but there is NO WAY I'm sticking my hand in there. It ain't happening."
Snape was actually surprised by her tone. She was dead set on not getting near the spiders. But he wasn't going to let her get out of it.
"You don't have a choice."
If it were possible, DeAndry's eyes grew even larger. "Are you kidding me?" and her voice squeaked.
"It's not like they are going to hurt you." He frowned becoming irritated. "Here," he said throwing a long glove at her. "You may wear this if you choose."
Subconsciously, she slipped the glove over her right hand. The leather like material stretched all the way up to her elbow. After setting down a bowl and a scalpel at the desk next to the jar of spiders, Snape grabbed DeAndry's arms and pushed her to the desk.
"I don't want to do this," DeAndry pleaded one more time.
Snape pushed her down into the seat. "If a detention consisted of something you wanted to do, it wouldn't be a punishment, would it?"
DeAndry just shivered.
"Alright," he began. "I want you to pull them out one at a time, and hold them still so I can cut the legs off cleanly." He nodded his head trying not to look at her worried face.
Taking a deep breath, DeAndry opened the lid just enough to stick two fingers in and grab the legs of one of the spiders.
"Here," she said shivering once again, holding the spider out in front of Snape.
The screeching noise that shot through the air as Snape cut the legs, made DeAndry cringe. Dropping the wriggling body into the bowl, she turned back to grab another spider. After the scream of the first dying spider, the others were all huddled at the bottom of the jar. Sighing, she reached her gloved arm into the jar gabbing another.
Before she could even get it over to Snape, it screamed. DeAndry startled, and her grip on the leg was let loose. Moving too fast for DeAndry to react, the spider ran up her arm to the edge of the glove. Her eyes shot open as it squeezed underneath glove.
"Oh my god!!!" With a bright spark of light the glove with the spider in it, flew across the room. "Get it off, get it off, get it off!" DeAndry screamed, flailing her arms and dancing around in place.
"It's not on you!" Snape shouted, trying to grab her arms to still her.
She shivered violently, and finally Snape wrapped his arms around her shaking body. Her chest was heaving, and she looked like she could break down in tears in any second.
"It's not on you," he repeated. She sighed and let out a small whimper. "I'm sorry," he whispered, finally realizing how afraid of the spiders she actually was.
"I can't believe you!" she gasped pushing him away from her. Her face was red with fear and anger. She wasn't sure if she was mad at him for making her handle the evil creatures, or mad at herself for getting so scared in front of him. Either way, she was going to take it out on him.
A pain suddenly pulsed from her hand up her arm. "It bit me," she realized, holding up her hand. Her thumb and index finger on her right hand were already swelling. The same deep purple that covered the body of the spiders was snaking its way through the veins in her hand.
"We need to go to the Hospital Wing now."
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 just wanted to say thanks for all of your reviews!! You guys are great!!
Anyway, enough of that mumbo jumbo crap, I hope you like! And please review!!!
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DeAndry's head was throbbing. She was furious with Snape. She couldn't believe his nerve. She didn't remember him being as pigheaded the previous years she spent in his Potions classes. Sighing she fell onto her bed, face down.
"So why can't you stop thinking about him?" she mumbled to herself.
There was a knock on her door; she growled.
"Unless you like the idea of your head being shrunken and sold to the aborigines on the black market, I would suggest you go away!" DeAndry lifted her head from her pillow just long enough to yell her warning.
Despite the threat, the door to her bedroom opened.
"Hey," was all that was spoken.
Recognizing the voice, DeAndry looked up. "Wood. Hey."
"You have an hour before Snape claims you for the rest of the night. I don't think he'll even let you break for dinner."
DeAndry frowned at his odd comment, her mind going straight to what it would be like to actually have Snape claim her.
"The second half of your detention," he clarified. "Anyway, you can't spend it cooped up in here. Come on, take a walk with me."
Wood led DeAndry out to one of the quads. She hopped up onto a ledge, separating the grassy square from the covered walk way. Wood rested his elbow on the stone ledge just below DeAndry's feet.
"What's wrong?" Wood cut right to the point.
DeAndry frowned at her friend. "What do you mean? Nothing's wrong."
"How long have I known you?"
"Seven years," she said hugging her legs.
"And in seven years how many times have you gotten in trouble. I mean enough trouble to merit a detention?"
DeAndry sighed realizing Wood's point.
"Now I don't know what's going on, but it is something. Seriously. The incident with Snape, Malfoy, and all your detentions. You've been so detached from everything . And honestly, I miss my friend." Wood's gaze dropped to the other side of the stone.
DeAndry leaned against the pillar and closed her eyes. She didn't say anything. She couldn't. There was no way he would understand why she was doing what she was doing. She wasn't even sure if she understood. She looked down at his searching eyes. He wasn't going to leave without an explanation. She had to tell him something.
"You're going to go on to professional Quidditch after you graduate," DeAndry said matter-of-factly.
Wood frowned. That was the last thing he thought she would say. "Yes," he said hesitantly.
"And what about me, Wood? What am I gonna do after I graduate?"
Finally realizing what was wrong, Wood sighed. "You still don't know what you want to do." It really wasn't a question.
Looking at the ground, DeAndry realized even though she was trying to steer away from conversation about Snape, she really wasn't lying. Honestly, that really had been playing on her mind. "I mean I'm not really good at anything, like you are."
"Sure you are. You get really high marks in all your classes."
"Well, yeah, enough so I only have to apply minimal effort in class, but I wasn't good enough to become a prefect or anything. It's hard to have motivation when you have no idea where you are going with your life."
"You know," he said, suddenly smiling. "You could always come with me and be a cheerleader."
Frowning at the thought, she couldn't stop herself from smiling. "Wood, I don't think Quidditch has cheerleaders."
"Well they should." He laughed. "You could start a team. Then you could spend all day with me. You'd be all mine."
DeAndry started laughing, but a figure behind Wood caught her attention. It was Snape. She suddenly felt bad that he had heard what Wood was saying.
"Miss Harris," Snape's silky voice spoke.
Wood's grin suddenly faded into a grimace. "Here's where I lose you to an older man," he whispered just before pushing himself away from the wall.
DeAndry laughed.
"She's all yours," Wood said and left DeAndry to her pending doom.
As soon as he was out of sight, DeAndry jumped off the ledge. "Well, let's get this over with," and she was on her way back into the castle.
Snape frowned at both of the students' reactions. All the students were supposed to be terrified of him. He must be losing his touch.
Snape ended up following DeAndry all the way down to the dungeons.
"So what do you have in store for me today?" she said playfully as they entered the Potions room.
Snape was not amused. Without saying a word, he pointed to the head of the classroom where a large dark glass jar sat on a table.
Curious, DeAndry made her way closer to the jar. Something was moving inside, she could hear it, but she didn't know what it was. Then finally, she saw them. Hundreds of spiders, all different sizes, with the same black and purple coloring.
DeAndry's eyes widened with fear. "No way!" She backed away as fast as she could, running into Snape himself. She turned to face him with pleading eyes.
"I need to harvest the legs. You're helping me," he said looking down at her menacingly. Then he turned on his heel to collect some materials. "All you have to do is pull them out of the container. I wouldn't trust you with cutting off their legs."
Ignoring the direct insult, DeAndry looked wide-eyed at the eight-legged arachnids. "Look, you can take away all the Gryffindor points, give me a billion detentions, heck even kick me out of the school . but there is NO WAY I'm sticking my hand in there. It ain't happening."
Snape was actually surprised by her tone. She was dead set on not getting near the spiders. But he wasn't going to let her get out of it.
"You don't have a choice."
If it were possible, DeAndry's eyes grew even larger. "Are you kidding me?" and her voice squeaked.
"It's not like they are going to hurt you." He frowned becoming irritated. "Here," he said throwing a long glove at her. "You may wear this if you choose."
Subconsciously, she slipped the glove over her right hand. The leather like material stretched all the way up to her elbow. After setting down a bowl and a scalpel at the desk next to the jar of spiders, Snape grabbed DeAndry's arms and pushed her to the desk.
"I don't want to do this," DeAndry pleaded one more time.
Snape pushed her down into the seat. "If a detention consisted of something you wanted to do, it wouldn't be a punishment, would it?"
DeAndry just shivered.
"Alright," he began. "I want you to pull them out one at a time, and hold them still so I can cut the legs off cleanly." He nodded his head trying not to look at her worried face.
Taking a deep breath, DeAndry opened the lid just enough to stick two fingers in and grab the legs of one of the spiders.
"Here," she said shivering once again, holding the spider out in front of Snape.
The screeching noise that shot through the air as Snape cut the legs, made DeAndry cringe. Dropping the wriggling body into the bowl, she turned back to grab another spider. After the scream of the first dying spider, the others were all huddled at the bottom of the jar. Sighing, she reached her gloved arm into the jar gabbing another.
Before she could even get it over to Snape, it screamed. DeAndry startled, and her grip on the leg was let loose. Moving too fast for DeAndry to react, the spider ran up her arm to the edge of the glove. Her eyes shot open as it squeezed underneath glove.
"Oh my god!!!" With a bright spark of light the glove with the spider in it, flew across the room. "Get it off, get it off, get it off!" DeAndry screamed, flailing her arms and dancing around in place.
"It's not on you!" Snape shouted, trying to grab her arms to still her.
She shivered violently, and finally Snape wrapped his arms around her shaking body. Her chest was heaving, and she looked like she could break down in tears in any second.
"It's not on you," he repeated. She sighed and let out a small whimper. "I'm sorry," he whispered, finally realizing how afraid of the spiders she actually was.
"I can't believe you!" she gasped pushing him away from her. Her face was red with fear and anger. She wasn't sure if she was mad at him for making her handle the evil creatures, or mad at herself for getting so scared in front of him. Either way, she was going to take it out on him.
A pain suddenly pulsed from her hand up her arm. "It bit me," she realized, holding up her hand. Her thumb and index finger on her right hand were already swelling. The same deep purple that covered the body of the spiders was snaking its way through the veins in her hand.
"We need to go to the Hospital Wing now."