Disclaimer: No, I still don't own these characters, but someday I hope to own the real people. Oh and not that it matters right now, but M.C.L. is Magical Creatablity Level A/N at the end!

UnReasonable Reasons

"That shit was from him, wasn't it!" yelled Harry running into
Ann's room. Harry was a little dazed. He had been in the girls' side of
Gryffindor tower, but never in one dorms. He was a little shocked at
himself, but more shocked that he'd found Ann's room. 'Lucky guess.' He
told himself.
"Yeah it was. Why did he have to give that shit to me? I don't want
it! And everyone now knows that I have a rich father! So now their all
gonna think that I'm just some fucked up prep, whose a poser! What am I
gonna do! I'm not a fucking prep! And I sure as hell am not a poser!
None of them will get why I hate.him." Ann replied
"Don't worry; Uncle Jesse would never hurt you! You're his daughter!
So what if he's a death eater. No one here knows that! And you sure a
bloody hell, better not be a prep, I would never want to lose my skater
cousin, your sister is preppy enough for the both of you! The fact that
you're rich doesn't really matter, or at least it shouldn't. I mean, take
me for example. It's our sixth year, right? Well, everyone got over the
fact that I'm 'Harry Potter- the boy who lived' in the second year. Or at
least all the boys stopped caring so much, the girls, well.they." Ann cut
him short.
"They, my dear cousin, to put in European terminology, fancy you
like there's no bloody tomorrow! But what if they do care and don't let
me forget it? And what about that damned forsaken note? 'Hopefully see
you this summer'! What the hell is that supposed to mean? My
father.Jesse, doesn't have custody over me, so Voldermort sure as hell
doesn't! What the hell am I supposed to do? If any of them find out that
I have a death eater for a father the Gryffindors' will throw my into
Slytherin! I mean snakes are cool and all, and sure I'm a Parsletounge
and all, but I never really liked Slytherin that much!" Ann was worried
again.
"Don't worry, no one will find out that your father is a death
eater, so no one will know that you know Voldermort, I mean, come on,
exactly how many ways could there be to resurrect a person, I've messed
up his bloody plans five times!" exclaimed Harry.
"Your.your.you.Him.but.father.how the.who wrote.!" Kristine was
stuttering, while she stood in the doorway.

'Shit,shit,shit,shit,shit,shit,shit,shit,shit,shit,shit,shit,shit,shit,shi
t,shit,shit! What am I gonna do! Think Ann, think! I know' Ann thought.
"Promise to never, ever, swear on you life-to not tell anybody so
long as your body, sprit, or soul lives!" Ann asked her.
"Ann, don't tell anyone, you were just saying," Ann cut him off.
"Do you swear Kristine?" Ann asked again.
"I swear." Replied Kristine.
"Good, meet me by the lake in twenty minutes."
"Lake-twenty minutes-got it, bye until then." Kristine left.
Harry tried to put Ann into a full body bind but it didn't work and
it bounced off her a hit one of the five beds in the dorm.
"Why did you try to put a body bind on me?"
"Why didn't it work?"
"Harry I hung out with Voldermolt until I was ten, I knew magic,
dark magic included, before I was seven, I had a wand when I was four,
now you tell me why that little hex of yours bounced off me."
"Because your M.C.L. is greater then most our age, and you know how
to do a disarming charm without a wand."
"And because I'm a class seven mediwitch!"
"YOU ARE!"
"Oh please, like you didn't know! Why do you think I'm here? Pickle
dicks didn't have a mediwitch class, so they said I should come here. I
don't need a wand to tell someone is sick, or to do really anything. The
wand is just to keep up appearances. The Professors know, and of course
Dumbledore, along with a few select others, like my mother and father,
and now you." Harry was a more shocked then he was going to let on.
"So are you going to tell Kristine that? The whole school will know
what you told her by dinner, but I doubt that that will take that long.
Any secret is only a secret if the people who it involves know, any one
else knowing and the whole school finds out. Plus she'll tell Candise,
who in turn will tell Eric, who in turn will do one of two things, keep
it to himself and blackmail you with it when he wants something, when he
finds out you're here anyway, or he'll tell the entire school via owl
post tomorrow morning."
"No, I am not going to tell her that I'm a mediwitch. But I want her
to tell Candise, and I want her to tell Eric! Because then he'll tell the
school because I told him, well I'd rather not go into it right now, but
he'll definitely tell the whole school, or at least have someone do it
for him."
"Now why in the hell would you want every one to know that you dad
is a death eater!"
"Because then they will all know that I'm not just some poser and
that I really am a skater. And then they won't ask me where I know all of
this stuff that I shouldn't or at least couldn't know right now, because
of how old I am!" Harry look really shocked. "Now, not to be rude or
any thing but leave, I want to be unpacked by dinner." Harry waved to Ann
who smiled in comparison. As an afterthought Ann called to Harry and said
"What dorm and floor is Eric on?"
Harry figured that she just wanted to stop by and hex him to hell so
he told her "Level six, for sixth years, and dorm thirteen, it has his
name above the door like here in the girls' dorms." She smiled a thank
you and planed on dropping by for a "visit" later that day, if she had
time.
After that whole little escapade was over Ann walked out of the
dorms and into the common room. She saw the black mess of hair behind a
book and every five seconds scribbling something sown a piece of
parchment. Harry was probably taking notes for the test he had in
divination the next day. She walked quietly out of the common room and
down towards the Great Hall. She made sure to skip every other step. She
was late for her meeting with Kristine.
'I have two choices' Ann thought to herself. 'I can either put a
memory charm on her, or tell her the truth. Or maybe I just won't tell
her anything she doesn't ask about. Yeah, that's what I'll do!' Ann got
to where Kristine was sitting.
"I don't want to ask questions, so just tell me everything!"
Kristine didn't seem Ann's lateness.
And so Ann began with the truth.
"Ok, well, my mother and father got divorced when I was three. They
were greatly in love but their love had one flaw, and that was that my
father was, is, a death eater. And the left hand man to Voldermort.
Anything that he needs done either Jesse, my father, or Luc, I mean
Voldermort's other most faithful death eater!" Ann paused, she didn't
want to be giving any names away to anyone, incase they got into trouble.
"Your father is a death eater! And knows Vol.Vol.Him!" Kristine
seemed not to be able to say 'Voldermort' but many were still scared to
say his name, although they all thought he would be gone for good.
"Oh very much so." Ann replied.
"Wow!"
"Yeah, so anyway.for a while my mom knew that when my father took my
sister or I, that he was taking us to go hang out with Voldermort. And
for quite a while she was cool with it. She didn't mind that Voldermort
had a rep and she just didn't seem to care too much. When I turned three,
my sister was two months away from being eleven. And that was when my
mother told my father that Meriamne, my sister, was moving here to live
with my aunt, Madam Hooch, and to go to Hogwarts. My mother went here and
wanted both my sister and I to go here. Jesse didn't mind all too much,
in fact he didn't care at all. My sister never wanted to do anything
quote on quote bad, and I did. Both Jesse and Voldermort liked me for
that. When I was four I got my wand, and also started to learn the dark
arts. Well, learn them better anyway. I practiced the 'killing curse' on
spiders and any other insect my father would let me kill. I never killed
a human, or a mythological creature." Kristine butt in.
"What is a mythological creature?"
"It's a muggle term for creature such as unicorns and centaurs."
Kristine nodded in understanding. "Yeah, anyway, I never killed anything
but bugs. I knew almost as much a death eater when my mother decided to
say that I couldn't see my father any more. He had a fit, saying that it
was my choice and I should be able to go if I wanted. We haven't seen
each other since I turned ten. But we still write and stuff, so it's
cool. But when I turned eleven, and got my letter, I knew everything that
was expected of me, so I took this big ass test of everything that I
would be leaning, of course I passed, then again anyone with half a brain
could pass a Pickle Dicks test." Kristine butt in again.
"Sorry to interrupt, but your school was named 'Pickle Dicks'?"
"No, but it should have been. It's real name is Fickle Mics, yet the
head master was a prick, so the student body started calling it Pickle
Dicks, and even the Head boy and girl did."
"Bloody hell, that's ingénues!"
"Oh, why thank you. But yeah, I took the test, passed, of course, and
stayed in the sixth grade. See muggle's don't have year's, they have
grades and so, yeah. So I got to stay with my friends and my boyfriend.
Little did I know that my boyfriend's mother was a witch. So when he got
his letter, he left middle school, and went to Pickle Dicks. Then, for my
second year, I went to school, only to find out that the asshole was
cheating on me and was with the school slut. Well, she wasn't really a
slut, and when she found out that he was cheating on her, she slapped him
really hard in front of the entire school at dinner. And she and I became
best friends. I got sorted and was put into Kix, which was the same house
as her and our former boyfriend, he stayed away from us. But then, half
way threw sixth year, I moved here. And was sorted into Gryffindor, as
was my cousin, and got that damned forsaken note, and it was, along with
all the stuff, from Voldermort. I've met him, hung with him, talked to
him about boys, girls etc., and the only thing wrong with him is that he
wants world domination. Over muggles and magic alike. So that's why I
didn't want to tell you guys who wrote that note. And I guess now the
only thing to do is ask you what you think about all of this." And Ann
was finished. She'd just gushed her heart out to a person she didn't even
know, and she thought to herself 'I'm betting everyone knows by dinner.
Oh well.'
"Well, I think that you have one bloody messed up life, but your very
calm and collected, so I think you really neat." Said Kristine.
"Did you just call me 'neat'!" questioned Ann.
"Yes I did. Why?"
"European terminology is hecka weird!"
"Um.ok. I'm going back to the castle, see you at dinner." Kristine
left. Ann stayed on the rock she had been sitting on for about five more
minutes, then headed back to the castle herself.

When she got into the castle, she went straight to the library and
got 'Gem Transfiguration, True or False' and was reading the part about
why a gem can be transfigured just before she ran into a certain blonde
Slytherin.
Draco Malfoy was the boy every girl, and even some boys, wanted.
Unfortunately for all of them, the git was going out with the pug faced
Pansy Parkinson. He never did anything even remotely boyfriendish with
her, so when ever she wanted to kiss him, weather it was with or with out
her tongue involved, she would simply run up to him and do it. Draco
absolutely hated it, and was only going out with her because she was a
pureblood and in Slytherin, and therefore one of two girls his father,
Lucius Malfoy, would let him date. No, not let him date, made him date.
The other only girl who was up to standers was Erika Lockhart, daughter
of Gildory Lockhart, who got his memory back three months before his
daughters sixth year, she was overjoyed with the news of her father, but
to Lucius Erika was a mudblood lover, and that was just to unacceptable.
Draco often complained that if he could just go out with her he would
change her mind about mudbloods, but his father didn't want to disgrace
the Malfoy name, by the Daily Prophet hearing that a Malfoy was going out
with a mudblood loving Lockhart. It wasn't the name that Loucius hated,
because not only did the name have very much popularity and also more
money the the name of Malfoy, but that the name loved mudbloods, and he
just wouldn't have it!
If either Ann or Draco had been paying any attention to anything
around them they would have noticed the other. Fortunately for them, they
weren't. Draco had just won his fight with Seamus about which house was
better, Draco finally won by putting a body bind upon Seamus until he
agreed that Slytherin was the better of the two houses. He had just
turned around when, SAMCK, he ran right into Ann. But like I said, he
didn't know it was her, and thought it was his pug faced girlfriend. So
he started to kiss her, and ended up snogging her.
Now Ann was reading her book when she ran into Draco. She didn't even
notice she ran into someone until the strange lips of the boy met hers.
And then well, you know. And when Ann realized just what was happening
she was in just a squidge to much shock to stop him, that is, if she had
wanted him to stop. So there they were, in the middle of the hall on the
first floor, snogging as if there was no tomorrow. And neither wanted to
stop, neither cared about anything around them for that particular moment
in time. So, when the oh so pug-faced Pansy Parkinson walked off of the
staircase leading to the dungeon, and found her boyfriend, whom she was
obsessed with, kissing someone who wasn't her, and had absolutely no
disregard for whom ever might see, she was, how you say, lividly
pissed!
She walked right up from behind Draco, tapped him on the shoulder.
'Whoever is interrupting this oh so bloody wonderful kiss, better have a
bloody good excuse!' is exactly what Draco was thinking!
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR
DOING?" Pansy screamed, and anyone who
wasn't interested before, sure as hell was now! "WHY THE BLOODY HELL WERE
YOU KISSING A BLOODY SLUTTY GRYFFINDOR?"
"Stop yelling! And how in the bloody hell do you know she's in
Gryffindor! She's wearing muggle clothing! She doesn't even look like
she's in a fucking house! And so what if I'm kissing her, that's what you
get for running up to me all bloody day and snogging me, when I don't
even know you're going to! I thought it was you, you idiot!" Draco
replied. He was equally pissed, but only because Pug Pansy was yelling
and the whole school could probably hear her screaming. 'Oh this is just
bloody great, why in the hell do I have to be going out with this pug
faced bimbo?' Draco thought to himself. He had planed to break up with
Pansy after dinner, despite what his father thought of the idea. Now he
could do it sooner. 'Now I only have to wait for the perfect timing.' He
kept thinking.
"Fine. Yeah. Uh huh. Sure. Try and get your self out of this one
Malfoy!" Pansy smirked. 'Perfect timing! And look Potty and co. are here
to, this will make the pug pay!' He thought as Harry, Ron, and the boys,
along with Hermione, Kristine, and the girls, came walking down the
second floor staircase headed out to the Quidditch Pitch. They stopped
upon hearing Pansy screaming and Draco talking quietly, but loudly enough
for them to hear him.
"Easy." Said Draco, " We're through! This is it! Hopefully I won't be
seeing you around!" Pansy ran away crying her eyes out, mumbling
incoherent sentences the entire time. Harry saw that Ann looked
overwhelmed with the scene around her, so he walked up to her.
"Hey, what happened? Why was Parkinson yelling?" Harry asked Ann.
"That dude and I macked, 'cuse neither of us was paying attention to
where we were going, and I guess he has, or at least had, a girlfriend.
Who was livid about the whole thing." she replied.
Just before Harry could reply, Draco walked over. "Shove off Potter.
I need to talk to her."
"Do you even know who she is?" Harry asked him.
Really and truly Draco didn't know who the girl was. 'Bet Potter just
wants to insult me so he can finally get a bloody girlfriend. Well
today's his unlucky day, she's mine.' Draco thought. "No, Potty, I don't.
Seeing how I snogged her, I came over here to find out the name of the
girl who kisses like none I've kissed before. So, may I be graced with
the knowing of your name?" Ann was going to burst laughing if he said one
more sentence.
"My name is Ann Marie, but my friends call me Ann. And please tell me
that I didn't mack an idiot, because if you keep taking like that I bust
with laughter!"
"I'm afraid, cuz, that you did mack an idiot!" Harry told Ann.
"And I'm afraid not. I was being polite, but if you really are Harry
Potters' cousin then, I can understand where you wanting to laugh comes
from. And what, exactly, did you mean by 'mack'?" Draco said.
"Uh.I don't.uh.what got your ex so pissed?" Ann gave her best shot at
explaining it to him, hoping that she was successful.
"Oh, you mean snog, wait a bloody second, your American!" Draco shut
up then, not wanting to seem like a ditz. He thought American girls were
great. 'European girls are fine, but American girls, my god where is my
sanity?' Draco thought, gazing upon Ann.
"Yeah, I am American, and you're European, but what the hell is your
name screw boy?" Ann smugly replied.
"Not someone you need to know Ann." It was Eric. Ann didn't want to
see him, or have him tell her what to know or not. 'Ever since we lost
our virginity together, he's acted like he's my freaking keeper! Screw
him, I'll know who I want!' Ann thought to herself. It was true, Ann and
Eric had lost their virginity together, but ever since, Eric was a
complete prick to her.
"Eric, my dear loving friend, go to hell, I'll know who I wish! So,
who are you again?" the last part Ann directed toward Draco.
"Mine name is Draco Malfoy." He said.
"Nice to meet you Draco Malfoy. Wait- your Draco Malfoy, son of
Loucius Malfoy! I know you father, he owes me fifty galleons, from a game
of poker!" said Ann, now a little surprised at who it was she kissed.
"My father owes you fifty galleons? Not like him at all. In any case,
I am a Malfoy and would gladly pay you back for him, but my money is in
my room, if you would like to join me, while getting it, I wouldn't mind
at all." Said Draco, with something else on his mind. Ann had the same
exact thought, and Eric quickly noticed the spark in their eyes as they
made an excuse to be alone together.
"She can't. She isn't allowed! She is a Gryffindor and you're a
Slytherin, Gryffindor's aren't allowed in the dungeon's remember! It's
against the rules!" Eric really didn't want them to have a snog session,
especially since he knew that's what was going to happen. Ann didn't like
being told that she wasn't allowed to do something. 'There strikes the
prick again!' she thought.
"Eric. Think about something for me, will you. Weather I'm supposed
to do something or not, if I want to am I going to, even if it can, and
most likely will get me into trouble, if I get caught?" This was a
rhetorical question but he answered anyway.
"Of course you'll do it. Because you don't give a bloody damn about
the rules, now do you Ann."
"Of course I don't give a damn about the rules. But if I remember
correctly, at a certain point in time, you didn't care too much either,
now did you!" Eric didn't reply, so Draco led Ann toward the Slytherin
common room.

Once Draco and Ann were in the common room they started snogging
without any regard to the fact that the Slytherin Head of House was
sitting on the black leather couch, watching the scene unfold before his
very eyes. It disgusted him to see his niece with the infamous Malfoy, so
he put a stop to it.
"Draco. Ann." Snape said in his drawling voice. The two stopped
immediately and looked at him. Ann went completely red. 'Only thought the
weasel could turn that shade' thought Draco
'Oh no, not my uncle. This is great. Now not only will I get into trouble
for being here, I'll get into trouble for getting caught macking Draco,
could life get worse?' Ann was thinking.
"There are two things I think the two of you should know. One, I do
not permit snogging in my common room. Private dorms, is, however,
permitted. And two," Draco just knew he was going to get it for bringing
a Gryffindor into the dungeons. He just hoped Snape didn't kill him for
his father. "I don't like seeing my niece snogging in general." Snape had
a warm smile on his face, whereas Draco looked horridly confused.
"Draco and I were just going to his room to.er.his father owes me
money.and he was.er.going to give it to me?" Ann was losing a very
obvious battle of lying and telling the truth. "So.er.uh.uh.oh please
don't tell my mom! Uncle Snape you remember being a teen once, right. I
know your life was dedicated to becoming a Potions master as well as a
Defense against the dark arts teacher, but hey one is better then none
right.?" She pleaded.
"Don't worry, I won't tell your mother. And no, Draco, I will not
kill you for your father, although he may disapprove you breaking up with
Parkinson, I do not. You seem forget that I have mastered Legilimency,
and so you looking me in the eyes has done you no justice. I do hope that
the things I saw were dreams, not memories." Draco's eyes widened in
shock. Ann, however, was the first to speak after the long silence.
"And you tried to get into my mind; little did you remember that you
taught me Occlumency! With such knowledge, please stay out of my mind."
Ann smiled, and she knew that her uncle was flustered on the inside,
because she too, was a master, rather, had mastered Legilimency.
"You two may continue where you left off, in Draco's dorm!" Snape
said with the straightest face he could muster. Ann smirked at her
uncle's reaction.
Ann ran up to her uncle, gave him a hug and walked back over to
Draco. She pushed him to lead the way, he didn't move.
"Yes, he is my uncle, I have a big family. I'll explain later, now
MOVE!" Draco walked very quickly to his dorm, Ann following him.
When they got to his room he was very flustered. "I have to
questions! One is Snape really you uncle?" Draco asked.
"Yes, he is my uncle." Ann replied.
"And two, who else are you in relation to?"
"Uh.well.do you really want to know?"
"Yes.who else is it?"
"Well, ok, I'll tell you. Snape is my uncle by relation to my father.
He's his brother. Harry Potter is my cousin; his mother married my
mother's brother. Madam Hooch is my mother's sister, therefore my aunt.
And Professor McGonagall is my great aunt, because she's my grandma's
sister, but I just call her aunt. So basically I'm related to three of my
teachers, and a classmate. So, uh, yeah."
"Potter is really your cousin?"
"Yeah he is."
"Wow, bet it'll burn him when he realizes that we had our own little
snogging session."
"Well, um.ok!" Draco pulled Ann to him and then onto his bed. The two
kissed and snogged and fumbled around for a little while, and then Draco
managed to get on top of Ann and stay there.
"Ha-ha, I've got you exactly where I want you!" Draco smiled.
"Oh do you now? How do you know that that is where I want you!" Ann
said teasingly. Ann and Draco messed around for a while, Ann took off her
sweatshirt and Draco took off his robes. They were both wearing muggle
clothing. So it went, Ann on top of Draco, Draco on top of Ann. It
continued that way for an hour and a half. When Draco looked at his watch
and noticed that if they didn't hurry they'd be late for dinner.
"Oops!" Ann told him with a smile.
"As if Dumbledore will accept 'oops!'! Come on Ann, we're going to be
late." Draco replied.
"Hold on." Ann got her wand. "Gryffindorious robeious" just like that
a Gryffindor robe appeared where Ann's clothes had been just ten seconds
before. (A/N her cloths were on her BODY when she changed them into
robes!)
Ann and Draco walked to the Great Hall. Ann looked at the Gryffindor
table, then the Slytherin, then back to Draco, who was looking at her.
She said to him "I think I'll sit with you guys instead of them, ok?"
"Yeah, ok, I don't mind." Replied Draco.
Ann had decided that she would be questioned less if she sat with a
different table. She sat next to Draco and he gave her a silent applause,
as the whole hall seemed to be quiet. The whole hall, so it seemed, was
looking at Ann with great curiosity, even the professors!
"Why the hell are you sitting here!" Pansy snapped.
"Because I want to be-and maybe if you'd shut up long enough to think,
you'd know that!" Ann replied sharply. Pansy didn't say much after that.
'Wonder what the professors are thinking?' Ann thought.
As if she read her mind McGonagall stood up from behind the teachers
table and walked over to where Ann was sitting with the Slytherins. "May
I have a word with you?" she asked.
'Well you just did!' Ann thought, but stood up and held her arm,
indicating to go away from the table. "Something wrong?" asked Ann,
trying to look innocent.
"Well, sorry but no. You do know that your house table is on the other
side of the hall, correct?" McGonagall asked.
"Yes I do, why?" replied Ann.
"Ok, would you care to tell me why you are sitting with the
Slytherins, if you are not lost I cannot assume any other reason for a
Gryffindor to sit at that particular table."
"Well, Jesse, you do remember him-right-yeah well, anyway, I met
Loucius Malfoy, and came here and met his son, Draco. I was hanging out
with him for a while, so I stayed with him instead of going back to my
table, so as to avoid conflict from Mr.Playerstine, who happens to seem
to think he's my keeper!"
"Yes, well, tomorrow you need to sit with the Gryffindor's, alright,
good! I'll see you later." McGonagall's last remake was one of 'you'll do
it or else' type of tomes, but Ann disregarded it and went to sit back
down with the Slytherins.
The hall seemed to be in its' normal tone again; loud chitter-chatter
about anything and everything. As Ann sat back down Draco kissed her on
the cheek and then whispered "Will you go out with me?" in her ear. She
looked at him and gave him a brief kiss on the lips as a yes. Ann, Draco,
and everyone around them sat in what seemed to Ann and Draco to be the
longest and loudest silence they had ever been associated with! After
they were done eating, the two got up, and hand in hand walked out the
door, noticing all of the side-ways glances from other houses and their
fellow students.
After Draco and Ann had gone through the doors the Slytherins and the
Gryffindor's both looked sick, and for once they all agreed upon one
thing, a certain Malfoy should NOT be going out with a particular
transfer. Eric looked disgusted, and Harry was purple.
"He can't be going out with her! How the fuck can they be together!
Bloody hell! How can she even think Malfoy is cute?" Eric was
really, meagerly jealous of Malfoy, and anyone who couldn't tell needed
to be admitted to St.Mounges for lack of common sense, and one hell of a
lot of brain damage!

A/N Ok guys, I'm sorry but there is more. It just would take me much too
long to get it all on the computer, so this is what I uploaded. Hope that
you like it, I really hope that Kristina can get who the note is from,
because Kristina-you should have gotten it at school when I said that no,
it was not from her father! So yeah, hope you like it, I'll try to
upload the next chapter this weekend but I make no promises! Thanks to
all my reviewers, you guys were great, hoped you stick with me till the
end of this mayhem!