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Chapter 6

When I woke up that morning I could not stop smiling, even when I found my class schedule on my bed-side table next to my wand. By the time I got down to breakfast around 7:40, and I was a little late, we always eat breakfast around 7:30 because most of us have class at 8:00, Sam and Jess were no where to be found. Smiling as I sat down I said, "Hey, anyone seen Sam or Jess?" Amy smiled into her food as Seth avoided my eyes while Peter said, "Unless they've moved they are still asleep in Sam's bed. They…um… celebrated last night."

"Bet that was a quick party." Mumbled Seth under his breath, but just loud enough for me to hear. Making a sound of disbelief, I threw a piece of toast at him and then proceeded to eat my breakfast. At 7:55 I excused my self and ran down to the dungeon for my first of four potions classes this semester. While I ran I asked myself why I put myself through the pain of Snape as much as I do. Then I remembered the first time I could tell him a potion from memory and got it perfect. It was such an amazing feeling to put the ingredients together and have it turn out correctly. With that memory still fresh in my mind I ran in to door and sat down.

I arrived with perfect timing too, because as soon as I had my paper and quills out Snape came storming into the room, cloaks billowing and hair flying as usual. "Today class" he drawled, "we will be studying the use of the memory draught. Now I know all of you did your summer reading, considering you are all 7th years, and can anyone tell me the amount of monk's baine used?" Luckily I had had time to do my reading while we were driving to Miami this summer. So, up shot my hand along with around 7 other people in the class. Snape wasn't surprised and he shouldn't have been; every one in the class was in it because they wanted to be potions masters for life. Looking smugly around the room he landed on me and said, "Ms. Sims, would you like to tell us the answer?"

Nodding I lowered my hand and said, "5 grams for every 30 grams of wolf baine."

"Correct." He said biting the word off. "And would anyone like to explain why this ratio is so high?" Every hand in the room shot up, that was something we had covered before summer break. But before he could pick someone to answer Dumbledore came in and said in is softly rasping voice, "May I be so rude as to give you another student in this class Severus?"

We all looked to Snape. Because he was never one to put up with interruptions, nor did he appreciate new students; no matter what time of the year. With a slight tightening of his jaw, that no first year could have seen, he asked calmly, "And who might this new student be, Headmaster?"

"Sam Baker." With his name called Sam came into view. Everyone was surprised by this addition. He had been studying divination for as long as anyone could remember. Even Snape seemed surprised. He shifted his weight and then told Sam to find a seat. As soon as he had, Snape went back to class. When I came up for air at lunch I pulled Sam aside and said, "Sam, what are you doing? How did you get into this class? This is an upper level potions class. You haven't had one since third year. What's with this? I thought you wanted to be a divination teacher."

He smiled at me and laughed lightly then said, "Well I needed another elective, and since this class is one I spoke to Dumbledore and he said I could join. Plus I figured I would have a good tutor to get me up to par." I laughed and told him that it would take a lot of work to do well in this class. We had stopped learning the why of potions two years ago, now we were all polishing our skills at making them.

At lunch I sat with Sam, George, Fred, Angie and Lee. Everyone else seemed to know that Sam had been planning to join potions. Later that afternoon, in my third potions class of the day, Snape asked us to leave early when he got an owl. "But Professor, we have wolf bane boiling. We can't leave that." Cried a new transfer student.

"I will watch the wolf bane. Now leave, all of you, and come back in forty minutes!" With that he swept back into his office, and we began to pack up.

"What are we supposed to do for forty minutes?" I asked Sharon, my lab partner.

"I'm not sure, my boyfriend is in class." We both laughed and went our separate ways.

Wandering the halls I suddenly bumped into Sam. "Sam, what are you doing in the halls right now?"

"I could ask you the same thing. I am coming back from the bathroom. What's your excuse?"

"We were let out for a forty minute break. Snape got some owl and kicked us all out, with wolf bane boiling and everything! I wonder what was in that note."

"I don't know, but…" what ever Sam was going to say was forgotten because Mrs. Norris came around the corner and Sam pushed me into a small nook and followed immediately behind me. He put his finger to his lips and looked around the corner. In doing this he pressed his body against mine. Suddenly all I could think of was how good it felt to be so close to him and how good he smelled. "Stop it Hannah, you have a boyfriend. One you really like and who likes you back. Sam is like a brother to you. You are not attracted to him. You are not attracted to him. You are not attracted to him." He leaned up and looked into my eyes and said, "I think we're safe." I simply nodded trying hard not to fall for my best friend. And banking on the fact that since we were safe we would get out of this cranny soon; I told my self I could pull it off. But Sam didn't move, he stayed annoying close and finally I said, "What are you doing?"

He just looked at me and then, he kissed me. I was startled at first, but then I fell into him. My knees had turned to pudding, I couldn't get a decent breath, and my head was reeling. All I could think of was how good he tasted, and that I wanted more. I forgot about George, the band, the consequences, even where I was. When we pulled apart my arms were around his neck and his were around my waist, tightly around my waist. "Wow," I said, "where did that come from?"

"Years of repressed attraction." He whispered while rubbing noses with me.

"But Sam, what about Jess, you two have been dating for almost two years. You're telling me that you have liked me that entire time. And what about George, I do like him, and we have just started dating and…" At that point Sam silenced me with another kiss. This one lasted longer, and in it I could taste his desire and feel his honesty, and I know he felt mine. Although I had just come to terms with my feelings for him they were there, real emotions that were not going to go away, unfortunately.

"You know something," He said pulling out of the kiss and smiling, "I've never felt this way with any other girl I've ever kissed. It's strange, exciting and scary at the same time. All my senses are heightened while I feel like I am in fog and I can't seem to think straight."

"Garr I feel the same. Now what are we going to do with a class together, contract negotiations, and possible tours?"

"I don't know, but I think your forty minutes are up, and I need a cold shower." We both laughed and I left first. On the way back down to the potions room I thought about what had just happened. True I did like Sam; he was my best friend and confidant. He knew things about me that even my closest girlfriends didn't, and I knew things about him that even Jess didn't. But to call him my own, that would be different. Thinking about it gave me a feeling I couldn't quite place. After I had finished with my last potions class for the day I headed back to the common room.

"Hey!" I turned to find George running up towards me. I stopped and smiled at him and called back to him, "Hay is for horses. How was your day?"

"It was ok; I heard you got let out during potions, what was that about?"

"I don't really know, he got an owl and then told us to leave. And we had Wolf Bane boiling! It was the strangest thing ever."

"Yeah, well you know what would be stranger?"

"What?"

"Going to that special room where we can hide for awhile."

"Oh, George you read my mind." With the he grabbed my hand and we went to the room that became whatever you needed it to be. For us it was a sound proof room with pillows and couches everywhere. He smiled at me and pulled me in close and kissed me, good and hard with no intention of stopping with oral. He slowly worked his way down my chest and pulled off my school robes to expose my tank top and shorts I always wear beneath them.

He then stood back up and took my tank top off; as he did this I took off his robes and t-shirt. He continued to kiss, and he began to rub my breasts, nice and slow. A quiet moan escaped my lips and he gave me an evil grin, and led me to a large pile of pillows. We fell together into them, and soon we were out of our clothes, and a tangle of limbs and hair. At one point he stopped and looked at me.

"Why did you stop?" I asked, playing with his hair

"Even the best have to stop every now and then. Besides, I wanted to look at the woman I'm pleasuring. And, I don't have a condom." He looked so sad. I laughed and said, "I learned along time ago to always carry some on me. If you can find my shorts I have one in the back pocket."

When he brought them back he made a face as to what kind it was, and I couldn't resist teasing him. "What's wrong, Fred likes those." He looked up at me fightin' mad, but then he saw my humor and he attacked me and tickled me. We were soon kissing again, and by the time we got up to the common room it was dinner time and everyone was walking down. So I ran up to my room, dropped off my books, changed underwear and went back to the common room. "Ah, our Prima Donna has arrived at last. Can we go now, I'm starving." Peter was standing near the door and poking fun at me. I laughed at him and punched him in the arm.

"Yes you may, I'm hungry too." I said the last part looking at George and he gave me a wink. We headed down to the dining room, laughing and talking, but suddenly Oliver came running up the stairs crying, "Fred, George come quick! It's Ginny!" We all looked at each other worriedly and rand after Oliver towards the dungeons.

Having some difficulty with the direction the story has taken. Open to suggestions and reviews are wanted. Thanks for all comments!