Disclaimer: If I owned 0.000000000000000001 % of anything to do with Harry Potter, his parents or the world that he's in… then I would be one verrrry rich camper.

I think that that happened once in a dream… and then I woke up.

C'est la vie, non?

I just got sorted into Slytherin on the official Harry Potter website – so 'scuse me if I have a slightly different take on how Slytherins are. Just because they will do anything to achieve their aims does not mean anything! – At least I hope not…

Has anyone else been sorted into houses? Come on people; please tell me what you are!

The trailer for the third film looks really good! I like Draco's hair better there than all slicked back – like in the other films. And it looks really chilling and with a hint of scariness about it! Just the way I like it!

~BS~

AN: British/American dictionary-

orange squash drink – it's a drink that has to be diluted before it can be drink. (Confusing, I know – but is anyone has a better way to say it… I'll be happy to know)

one-er – getting or understanding something the first time.

Wilkinson – or Johnny Wilkinson was the hero of the English rugby team this year because he scored a drop-goal in the last 20 sec of the final match against Australia. And he's really cute – so perhaps he plays Quiddich in his spare time…

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End of last chapter:

Oh no. There was one thing that I had forgotten. One big, gigantic thing which I had failed to do…

"Get. This. Pink. Writing. OFF. ME!"

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Unforgettable, In Every Way

Part VI – In Which Manners are Minded and there is an Angry Slytherin

Sighing, Sirius muttered the counter charm, waving his wand roughly in my general direction.

I craned my neck to look over my shoulder, just to make sure that it had worked. Fortunately, the pink writing had vanished.

I sighed in relief, turning with a grin to look back at the table. I turned, intending to thank Sirius and then walk away.

Instead, what I received was a mouthful of mashed potatoes – and some cooked carrots - in the mouth. I started gagging, trying to spit the foul stuff out.

Someone came up behind me and clapped me hard on the back. The person then led me away from the others and gave me a cup of orange squash drink. I hated the stuff, but drank it anyway, trying to rid myself of the horrid taste.

Through watery eyes, I glanced up at my rescuer.

It was Kerr.

"Are you ok now?" He questioned me as I set the glass down.

I nodded, not willing to trusting my voice.

"Good."

He then instructed me to turn around so that he could brush off the food. I did so, but couldn't help but wonder why he didn't just use magic.

Kerr stopped me as I turned to face him again. He placed his hands firmly on my shoulders and looked deep into my eyes.

I didn't know what to do. What was he doing? He just stared at me, his pale blue eyes piercing into my own green ones, a small smile flickering at the corners of his mouth.

My heart beat faster, like a caged bird vainly trying to get out.

"Lily, I know that I haven't spoken to you much… but I was wondering…" he chuckled nervously, "I was wondering if you would like to change that and – "

Was this how it was supposed to happen? Was he asking me out? It wasn't at all romantic – the way I had imagined the first boy asking me out would be…

And did I actually want to go out with him?

" – So the real clincher is… do you want to go out with me?" He moved his gaze to the floor and shuffled nervously.

"Um, could I think about it?" I asked lamely.

Kerr let out a relieved breath. At least I hadn't instantly turned him down.

"Sure, sure… I'll, um…"

"I have to go to a Prefect's meeting…"

"I'll see you tomorrow then, will I? I mean…" He stuttered a bit.

"Yes, I'll see you tomorrow…"

"Um, right…"

We both started moving at the same time, and both moved to the same side. We laughed and then both moved to the other side of the isle.

Chuckling, Kerr moved to the side and made a sweeping gesture with one arm, motioning for me to go ahead. "M' lady…"

I grinned, feeling like a grand duchess, I made the motions of a curtsy with my robes before I swept passed him. "Thank you, kind sir…"

"Until the morrow then."

"Indeed."

I glided out of the Great Hall, a bounce in my step and a grin plastered to my face. I glanced back before I walked out the door and saw Kerr letting out a great gust of air as he walked over to his friends. I would have enjoyed to discus this whole new revelation of a love life with my friends, but I had to attend a meting with the other Prefects and the Head Boy and Girl.

I suddenly realised what it must have cost him to ask me out in public, with his friends watching on, instead of the usual letter or a friend asking for him. Not that I knew from firsthand experience… but I hadn't spent five years friends with Karen and Carley and in a dorm with three other girls without picking something up.

Was that the reason he was in Griffindor? He could ask girls out to their face? That didn't seem like much…

But why was I in Griffindor? And why was I picked for a Prefect? These thoughts caused me to jerk to a stop in the hall, right outside the classroom that was used for the meeting.

A force suddenly collided with me from behind, catapulting me forward. I snared the corner of the doorway before I could go any further. I spun around, wanting to see the perpetrator.

"Lupin!"

"Oh, I'm sorry Lily… you just stopped so suddenly!"

"It's ok, lets just get in quickly so that we're not later than we are already."

"Great idea…" He opened the door and made a cursory bow.

I smiled, quite amused. I could get used to this. And I stepped into the unknown.

Well, perhaps it was not just politeness that prompted Remus Lupin to open the door for me. He did have more of the shy gentleman in him. Since it meant that I had to walk into the room first, causing heads to turn.

"Ah, Lily Evans and Remus Lupin… the Prefects from Fifth Year Griffindor. So glad the you could make it." Someone Oser – the Head Girl in Slytherin– snapped, her patience wearing thin.

"Just grab a chair and settle down." Chris Wright – Head Boy in Hufflepuff said, indicating one of the many empty chairs sitting around the classroom. "You wouldn't happen to know why there are only four of us here, would you?"

Wright was lounging on the teachers desk, his feet propped on a stool as Oser – Liz Oser, I remembered now – paced behind, her mane of blond hair flicking out every time she turned sharply to walk in the other direction.

"Only four?" I questioned. I hadn't properly looked around the room before, but now I did. It was empty except for the Head Boy and Girl and Remus and I.

"Yes!" Oser spat, glaring at the empty seats, as if she could will the missing Prefects to apperate there, "Only four, out of ten Perfects!"

A wooden chair bumped into the back of my legs and I sat down gratefully, unsure whether my trembling legs could hold me up in the face of the Head Girls rage. Although it was not directly aimed at me, just being in the same room as her was scary. It was as though a great energy was trapped just inside these walls, causing the air to become heavy.

Remus sat down next to me with a great huff, the air being expelled sharply from his lungs.

There was a moment of tense silence, before Lupin leant over and whispered, "So Kerr Greenwood asked you out, did he?"

Why he bothered to whisper, I have no clue, since what he said was audible in all the corners of the room.

Liz Oser stopped her pacing and stared incredulously at me. I felt like wilting under her gaze.

"Kerr Greenwood?!" Her voice rose a few octaves, the sound painful to my ears after the throbbing silence.

She dashed around the desk, hooked a chair with her foot and swung her leg over it. The chair was in front of us, creating a triangle shape, and giving the impression that what ever was said was just between us three.

"You do mean the Kerr Greenwood in Fifth Year, right?" Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and something akin to jealousy - although it was quickly covered with curiosity.

"The one and only!" Remus joined in.

"Hey, mate. This is a girl thing. Why don't you…scaddaddle" she flapped her hand in a shooing motion, her other propping her head up.

"Lupin!" Wright beckoned from the top of the classroom, perking up at the prospect of some other person to talk to, who wasn't a girl and who wasn't angry. "Lets leave these girls to chit chat – they'd bore you to death anyway!" He put emphasis on those two words especially for Oser, aiming to get her back for something. What it was, I don't know… but –

"You didn't find me so boring last night! Did you?" She shot back, a dangerous glint in her eyes.

Ah. Now I knew what it was. I think I knew too much now…

"Of course not!" Wright's face started to go red, his ears looking like they could be used to warm the Potions classroom in the dead of winter. "I just… I just meant that… "

"Stop digging." Wright stopped talking. "As I was saying…"

"Kerr Greenwood." I supplied.

"Thanks. You were asked out by him?" She exclaimed again.

"Don't you just hate girls? They squeak so much." Wright complained loudly to Remus, who's reply was indistinguishable from the usual background noise of Hogwarts.

But Oser just rolled her eyes, "Greenwood is one of the cutest boys here!"

"Hey!"

Oser swung around in her chair, "Hate to break it to you, mate, but you don't quite cut it…"

"Um… you're going out, I take it?" I asked timidly, interrupting the sparring going on between the Head Boy and Girl. I half expected to get my head bitten off.

"You got it in a one-er!" Oser applauded me, "Oh, and call me Liz. Whenever someone says Oser, I always look over my shoulder for my older brother. He left Hogwarts three years ago… but it's a habit now, I guess.

"Where was I?" Liz looked frowned slightly.

"Still Greenwood."

"He asked you out? He hasn't been out with anyone after that Sharon Watson person. That was just… just… I wouldn't have minded socking her. What she did to him… She just used him and then threw him away after she got what she wanted."

"Funny, I've seen a similar situation…"

"Yes, hun, but you know that I just use you for the sex."

It was just waaaaay toooooo much information! I had to resist the impulse to squirm in my seat. A glance at Remus told me that he was feeling the same way.

"Continuing on… As soon as she got Andrew Kirkcaldy into her clutches… well, I'll be surprised if you didn't know the rest."

"The whole school - and I'm not elaborating - knows the rest." I interjected.

"Well, I always thought that she used a love potion." Liz leaned in.

"I wouldn't put that past her." Wright remarked dryly. He then turned to Lupin, who looked left out, and proceeded to talk about the recent Quiddich match that was between Siberia and Peru. "Did you see how Wilkinson caught the snitch?"

"It was the best planned catch since the game between Tibet and Barcelona last season!" Remus agreed, his eyes lighting up at the new topic of discussion.

"You know how she's always with that slimy Smith person in my house… Snap, Snak, Snake something."

"Snape." I provided.

"That's it. I know for sure that he can brew a love potion… Well, all I can say is… if she had one of those, Kirkcaldy didn't stand a chance."

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Endnote:

Don't forget to tell me which house you are if you were sorted on the Official Harry Potter web site!

Thanks!

~BS~

P.S. – oh and anyone who goes to St Mags. – remember the 6th year panto. with 'Harry Potter and his Hidden Secret' and then think of Mr. S. – but when he was younger and then put him in as Snape!

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