CHAPTER 4 He knows, He knows.

The next morning they all met up in the great hall and eat at the same spot on the Gryffindor table. They had asked a few teachers if it was allowed and it was, although they got many un-approving looks from the Slytherins but the Gryffindors didn't seem to mind especially after the welcome feast incident. Nick told them that Proff. Snape was not at the high table yet, and they all grinned at each other.

"Well," Started Milly, "We shouldn't really be grinning like this it might look suspicious."

"Yeah," Said JT, who had stuffed his face in his balled up jacket, laughing so hard he was crying, and didn't look like he meant it.

"You guys," hissed Berna in a strained voice because Nick had just joined JT in putting his head down and laughing his head off, "Stop it right now, were going to get caught before anyone even knows!"

So they all tried to conceal the fact that they were very happy with themselves. And soon breakfast was over, so they headed off to Defense against the Dark Arts. Yesterday they had had a good time in DADA because the teacher was a woman. Her name was Mrs. Sylvia. She had long messy dark hair and light brown warm eyes. Every young boy in the room had been drooling. But it was hopeless; she was middle aged and had a husband who she mentioned often. He was an auror.

DADA went smoothly, but when the class was over and they headed off to Potions they were a little uneasy. But they didn't show it. The room was full of happy sounds when they entered, but once they sat down they heard the door slam shut and the talk died immediately. Only two things could be heard in the almost silence; Proff. Snape's heavy breathing and two girls in the front of the class giggling uncontrollably over a guy in a magazine. Shut up Tom thought to himself, shut up girls. They were Gryffindor and he could tell something was up cause Snape hadn't moved. Most the class had turned to watch him, and Tom did. Snape looked livid. He was if possible whiter, his hands balled in fists. He opened his mouth to speak in a cold, quiet voice.

"Why is there noise in my classroom?" He was addressing the girls in the front who suddenly went quiet.

Everyone was looking at the proff now and Tom noticed he had very greasy hair today, more than usual. He kept his face impassive, and he hoped the rest of them were, he didn't dare to look at them.

"Well just have to give our noise makers a weeks worth of detention to make them remember to be quiet in my classroom. Now," He started walking up to the front of the class, "We will be making a very easy potion today..."

He droned on about potions the rest of the class, and didn't mention anything about last night. Tom felt a bit disappointed that he wasn't showing how upset he was, if he was even upset and he just HAD to be. They had almost been caught sneaking into his chambers. They would have been in such deep trouble. And after all that risk he wasn't going to throw a fit in front of them? Finally class was almost over and they were all packing up early, when the proff. Spoke in a very quiet voice.

"I know what happened last night may have given a few of you quit the laugh but if I find out who did it I will make sure there stay at Hogwarts is as unpleasant as it could be." His eyes traveled the room and paused momentarily on his daughter, the two boys she was sitting between, and to the two Gryffindors they were with a lot. What a disappointment he thought. His daughter was turning out to be a pain.

"He knows, he knows he HAS to know it was us! Who else could it have been?" Millianon hissed to them as they made their way to Herbology after potions.

"I agree, the way he was looking at us...!" Piped up Bernadette.

"No probably not, he probably just was suspicious cause Gryfindors and Slytherins being friends probably doesn't happen often does it?" Nick said reasonably.

Tom remained quiet. When they had snuck out and met up at the entrance to the great hall that night Tom had sensed something weird. Like the school was drawing him towards something. He had been having that feeling a lot more powerfully now every time he was near the third floor. He hadn't mentioned this to anyone. He felt they would think he was crazy and he was very happy to have made the friends he did.

Nicks theory had convinced the rest of them that Snape didn't know it was them that had went into his chambers at night while he was asleep.

"Why was he staring at us all last lesson?" Justin asked them.

"Probably checking to see who looked tired, you know like they had been out all night." spoke Tom finally.

As he said it his stomach clenched painfully. Looking around at the rest of them they looked joyful but exhausted, with bags under their eyes. Berna was falling asleep on Justin's shoulder as they walked, Milly was following behind depressidly, and Nick was the only one that didn't look like he was very tired. Nick was actually running ahead of them to beat them to the greenhouse. No one was racing him though.

Crud, he thought a little less politely.