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CHAPTER SEVEN: DETENTIONS AND SECRETS
"See you this weekend." Remus said, hugging all of his children.
"If you forgot anything just send an owl." James said, ruffling Harry's hair.
"Be good." Lily kissed each of the four children on the cheek. "And I mean it."
Sirius kissed Maple. "Don't get pregnant." Then he kissed Morgan. "You don't get pregnant either." He looked at Harry. "And you don't get my son pregnant." The raven-haired boy blushed scarlet. James turned a laugh into a cough as Sirius turned to look at his youngest child. "You be good, get detention, and for Merlin's sake dye your hair back." He kissed her cheek.
The four teenagers hugged Violet and then got on the train. "See you this weekend." Raine called out the window.
Once the train had disappeared, Lily turned to her husband and Sirius. "Don't you think you should have told them?"
"Nah." Sirius said, shaking his head.
"Scaring the hell out of them is half the fun of being parents, Lil." Lily snorted, but didn't protest as James kissed her. "Let's go."
Morgan, Maple, Raine, and Harry entered the Great Hall. Ron and Hermione entered seconds later, running to catch up with the other four. Raine looked up at the staff table and her jaw dropped. "Mor? May? Harry?" The three—plus Ron and Hermione—followed her gaze. "What are Daddy and Uncle James doing up there?"
"Professor Minerva McGonagall has taken a year off. Professor James Potter wil be replacing her for that time. He will also serve as the Gryffindor Head of House. Professor Sirius Black will be taking the Defense Against the Dark Arts post."
All three Black children laid their heads down on the table, Harry covered his face with his hands, and several students laughed at the four teenagers' reactions.
Sirius and James were mumbling things to each other under their breath. Severus was looking particularly displeased.
"So," Harry said, "my dad and your dad are going to catch us smoking, catch you sneaking out to meet girls," he pointed at Maple, "and are going to catch you sneaking out to meet . . ." He shuddered, looking at Raine. ". . . your boyfriend."
"Seems like it." Maple said dully.
Raine rolled her eyes and moved to put some food on her plate. "It's you guys who have to worry, not me. I'm the good child."
Morgan snorted. "Good child? Oh, yes. You may not be having sex, my dear, but you drink and smoke as much as the rest of us do. And you will, of course, eventually be having sex this year."
"Says who?" Raine demanded.
"Me. You do have a boyfriend now, after all." Morgan said. "And I may not like the idiot, but he is pretty good looking. Ow!" He glared at his boyfriend who looked at him innocently. "What the hell'd you step on my foot for?"
Sirius had just lit up a cigarette when James walked into his office. "Want one?" he asked, holding out the box.
James snatched one up and lit it with the end of his wand. "How long till one of them gets detention?" he asked.
"It depends on how quickly they have Potions." Sirius said, flopping down on the couch. "I'm sure Snape will take his revenge on us through them."
"And how are you going to retaliate?" James asked, already knowing the answer.
"Through the Slytherins, of course." Sirius said, laughing.
"Raine's going to kill you if you do anything to her boyfriend."
"Nah."
"How long till one of them sneaks out?" James asked, trying to steer the conversation away from dangerous waters.
"That depends."
"On what?"
"Why time they're supposed to be in their dorms."
"Absolutely lovely schedules." Raine said sarcastically. "Daddy, Uncle James, Snape, and Trewlawney. Just smashing." She turned to her brother and sister. "how about you two?"
"Herbology, Transfiguration, Magical Creatures, and Muggle Studies." Maple said. "So we get Uncle James."
Morgan was busy putting on eyeliner and mutter things Harry couldn't understand in French. He was also swearing in Latin at all the people throwing dirty looks and remarks at Raine. "Futue te ipsum! Vae!"
The bleach blonde was wearing her boyfriend's letter jacket and ignoring the words other people were throwing at her. "Traitor." "Tramp." "Malfoy whore."
Finally, Raine simply stood up, grabbed her bag, and walked serenely to the door, her head held high. The doors slammed behind her and James gently stepped on Sirius' foot. "Don't he whispered, his voice barely audible. "She's fine and she won't thank you for it."
"OWLs can affect the jobs you get and what NEWT courses you can take. So, yes, they have more weight that pure torture." James said to a rather annoying Ravenclaw.
"We're going to be working on Vanishing Spells. You've each got a snail . . ."
Sirius was having a much more amusing time in Defense Against the Dark Arts. He had a bunch of first-years and his blunt sarcasm was scaring them.
"No, vampires don't suck your blood. They have a tendency to eat your eyeballs and have a fondness for Potions." Sirius smiled inwardly even though he knew Remus would scold him for it later.
Morgan and Harry had managed to skip out of the range of Madame Pince's watchful eye. Their study hall was now being spent kissing next to dusty volumes no one had touched in years.
"You think this'll have to stop now that our parents are at the school?" Harry asked between kisses.
"We've got the Marauder's Map." Morgan whispered, his lips brushing Harry's ear. "I think we can keep them in line."
Maple knew her parents would ground her for skiving off Transfiguration, but she really didn't care at the moment. She simply needed a cigarette and it was easiest to avoid teacher when they were all teaching.
"Can I bum one?" a redhead asked, poking her head around the three.
"Jesus Christ, Virginia." Maple cried after she quit coughing. "Don't do that. You scared the hell out of me."
Ginny giggled and held out her hand. "Can I bum one?"
Maple handed her a cigarette and lit it with the end of her wand. "Aren't you supposed to be in class?" she asked the fourteen-year-old.
"Free period." Ginny said, exhaling. "Aren't you supposed to be in class, Mae?"
"Ditched." Maple said coolly. She pulled a flash from her pocket and opened it, taking a drink. She then offered it to Ginny.
"What's in it?" the redhead asked cautiously.
"It's just VO, Virginia." Maple said in a patronizing tone.
Ginny snatched the flask from Maple's hand and took a large gulp. "I'm allergic to bourbon." She informed Maple. "Otherwise I wouldn't have asked."
Maple nodded and accepted the flask back. "I see." She lit up another cigarette.
"So, what's it like having your dad and James teaching?" Ginny wanted to know. "Do you have to call your dad Professor Black?"
"I don't plan on calling him by any name." Maple said. "I sure as hell am not calling my dad 'Professor'. And I wouldn't know about Uncle James because I'm supposed to be in his class right now."
Ginny nodded. "I see." She giggled. She was a small girl and alcohol took hold of her pretty quickly. She sa down on the ground and took another drag off her cigarette.
Maple sat down beside her and took another drink from the flask. "Your brother know you drink and smoke?" she asked.
Ginny snorted. "Please. They don't even know . . . well, anything much about my personal life, come to think of it." She laughed and leaned her head against Maple's shoulder. "I am going to be in such a good mood today."
"Yeah, until tomorrow morning, doll." Maple said, laughing.
"I don't get hangovers." Ginny said seriously. "And I have been drunk many times."
"And who do you go drinking with?" Maple asked.
"Dates." The redhead said simply.
Maple groaned. "Men."
"Men." Ginny agreed in an exasperated voice. "I'm not too keen on them right now, to tell you the truth."
"Romance problems?" Maple teased.
"They're dicks." Ginny said bluntly. "And that's all they care about."
"Their dicks?"
"Yes." the red head said impatiently.
"So, I take it you're still a virgin?" Maple asked, taking a drag off her cigarette.
"I most certainly am not." Ginny snapped defensively.
"Keep you hair on." Maple said, handing her the flask. "I was just asking a question."
Raine, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sitting in Transfiguration working n Vanishing Spells and trying to ignore the fact that James was in the room. Well, Ron and Harry were working on Vanishing Spells. Raine and Hermione, who had both managed to make their snails disappear—and had earned ten house points—were trying to help Ron and Harry.
"It's more of a flick." Hermione said.
"Yeah, flick." Well, Raine wasn't much help. She was flicking on an empty snail shell about the desk and ignoring glares from her follow students.
"The bell's going to ring." James said. "Just throw the snails in this box and practice the spell tonight, or at least pretend to." The class laughed, minus Raine and Harry. "We'll work on this again tomorrow."
"Well, he's not a bad teacher." Hermione said fairly as they were heading to Defense Against the Dark Arts.
"He's my dad!" Harry cried incredulously, glaring at her.
"And here's mine." Raine said as they aw Sirius standing in front of their classroom. Teachers were supposed to stop any magic they saw in the corridors, but he seemed to be enjoying the barely visible duel between two Slytherins.
Raine sighed. "Daddy," she said under her breath, "you have to stop that fight."
Sirius jumped about a foot in the air, having nearly forgotten where he was. "Right. Stop the fight. Yeah." He took off half-heartedly down the hallway.
"What was Dumbledore thinking?" Raine demanded as they entered the classroom. "he's like an overgrown kid himself."
"If I were him I wouldn't mind seeing two Slytherins trying to take each other out." Ron said.
"But then a Slytherin would have to be a winner." Harry reminded him.
"Oh, yeah."
Hermione shot them a death glare and then cast a meaningful look at Raine, who was determinedly not saying anything.
"Hey." Harry tapped the blonde's shoulder. "Ray?"
"Yeah?"
"Well, uh . . . your jacket . . . on Quidditch ma—"
Raine glared at him. "You know me better than that. I want Gryffindor to win every Quidditch match we have. And I will not wear my jacket on Quidditch days unless we're not playing."
She turned her head toward the blackboard as her father shut the door and sat down behind his desk. "I'm Professor Black. I'm your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. I'm supposed to be teaching you the information that shows up most often on your OWLs. Today we'll be starting with one of the most basic, yet useful, spells, Stunning. Tomorrow, Shield Spells. Then basic hexes and curses. You should all have with those. Counterjinxes after a month or so. Some dark creatures. So on and so forth.
He waved his hand. "There are cushions along the floor as I'm sure you've noticed. Divide into pairs and practice Stunning. Hermione come up here for a minute and do a demonstration with me."
"Aww, fuck it." Raine said in an uncharacteristically profane manner. She pulled a cigarette box from her drawer and lit one with the tip of hr wand.
Hermione let out a shriek. "Raine, you can't smoke! You'll get cancer!"
Raine snorted. "Wizard cigarettes." She informed her friend. "No harmful side effects." She sat down on the bed as Hermione tentatively sat down on hers. "So," Raine said with the air of someone getting read to gossip, "when are you two going to start dating?"
Hermione's eyes widened. "Which two? Me and who?"
Raine laughed. "You and Ron, silly. Now, if you're too shy to ask him out, I'm sure can handle playing matchmaker for a day or two."
Hermione leapt onto her feet. "You're insane." she said.
Raine calmly lit another cigarette. "You wouldn't be getting so defensive if it weren't true. You'd just be laughing like the time I accused you of having a thing for Harry."
Hermione sighed and sat back down. "Look, maybe I do have a thing for him, but he quite obviously doesn't have the same feelings."
"For once, Hermione, you're wrong." Raine said happily. "It just so happens that Ron does have feelings for you."
"And how would you know?" Hermione snapped.
"One, it's obvious. You know how upset he gets when you talk about Victor. Two, you fight like you're married. Three, his best friend is dating my brother. I know things." Raine explained, her eyes lit up.
"BS."
"Actually, it's true. And I'm pretty sure you know it's true." Raine glanced at her wristwatch. "Damn." She looked up at Hermione. "Look, think about what I said. I've got to go."
"Where exactly are you going? It's past curfew." Hermione said in her prefect tone.
"To meet my boyfriend." Raine said, putting on some perfume and running a brush through her hair. "See you."
"Rules." Hermione reminded her.
"Polyjuice Potion and spying on prefects in the shower last year." Raine added in a sing-song voice.
Hermione blushed as Raine left the room.
"You look great." Draco said after he and Raine had kisses. They were in the locker rooms at the Quidditch field.
"Thanks." Raine said, blushing.
"Why do you blush whenever I tell you that?" Draco asked. "You know you're beautiful."
"You're right." Raine agreed. "I'm the sexiest bitch to ever walk the face of the earth. I shouldn't be blushing whenever you comment on my looks. I should be forcing you to your knees so you can worship me."
Her and Draco coth burst out laugh. Then, a blur. He pressed her against the wall and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around him and returned the kiss.
So it went for an hour before a breathless Raiend ecided she need to stop. "I have to go." She told Draco.
"Why?" he asked.
"Because something might happen here that I don't want to." She answered honestly.
"You know I would stop if you said 'no'." Draco said, sounding hurt.
"That's the problem." Raine said, heading for the door. "I don't trust myself to say 'no'."
"You shouldn't have said that." Remus said from the fireplace to Sirius' head.
"Oh, please." Sirius said. Then he pouted. "Can't I just come over there for five minutes?"
"No." Remus said.
"Why not?"
"Because five minutes will turn into ten and ten to an hour and before you know it . . . morning." Remus said with a smile. "How long are the kids.'"
"Maple skipped out on James' class. Morgan and Harry have been making out all over the place. Raine's probably sneaking out to see that spoiled prat."
"In other words," Remus said, "you couldn't be prouder."
"Damn straight." Sirius said, grinning. "I couldn't stand it if they followed the rules."
Remus laughed. "Get some sleep, Sirius. You have seventh year Slytherins and the twins tomorrow."
"It's strange, Lil." James said from the fire. "Not only do I have to tell them what to do, they actually listen.
Lily smiled. "You never considered ever being a teacher, did you, James?"
James rolled his eyes. "You know I wouldn't' have taken this job if it had been anyone but Dumbledore asking."
"Daddy?" Violet asked sleepily, entering the room.
"Hello, precious." he said, smiling. "shouldn't you be in bed?"
"I need a drink of water." she said, yawning. "Momma, can you—"
"I should go." James said. "'Night, Vi."
"'Night, Daddy."
"Good night, James." Lily said.
"Love you, Lil."
"Love you, too."
"Stupid Dream Journal." Raine said at breakfast. "Last night I dreamed . . ." She paused for a moment. " . . . I dreamed two of my friends kissed."
Hermione shot her a warning glare.
"Which two?" Morgan asked, pouring himself more pumpkin juice.
Raine grinned impishly. "Well, they say if you tell that it won't come true. And I really want this to come true."
Hermione stomped on her foot, or at least she thought she did.
"Ow!" Maple complained. "Who the hell did that?"
Maple and Morgan entered their father's classroom with a minute to spare, taking animatedly about something that had apparently happened at breakfast. "She is such an amateur." Morgan was saying. "We should locked them in a closet or something."
Maple rolled her eyes. "I wonder where you go that idea."
They both sat down as the bell rang.
"Today," Sirius began, "we are going to start learning about the Unforgivable Curses."
Raine could never keep her mouth shut in Potions class. Her potion was the perfect teal and had the silver steam rising from it. She was now helping Harry with his potion while Hermione helped Ron with his.
"Miss Black, what do you think you're doing?" Severus Snape asked.
"What am I doing or what do I think I'm doing?" Raine sassed. "Because I currently think I'm dancing on the moon, although I could be wrong."
"Five points from Gryffindor."
Raine looked confused. "Five points? How many is five? Does that come before of after seventeen and a half?"
Snape glowered at her. "Give more points and detention tonight. See me after class."
"What if I go blind?"
Maple was now skipping Muggle Studies to have another cigarette and Ginny was ditching DADA to join her. Morgan was sitting across from the pair of them and Harry was sitting beside him, as he had a free period.
"Come here." Morgan said, beckoning Harry closer. He opened his mouth as if preparing to kiss his boyfriend. He blew smoke between the raven-haired boy's lips.
Harry coughed and swore. "What the hell was that! I thought you were going to kiss me!"
Morgan giggled. "No, silly. You're suppose dto inhale." He smiled. "Come on, we'll try it again."
While the boys were almost—but not quite—making out, Ginny and Maple were talking.
"So," Maple said, "you're not interest in blokes right now?" She took a drag. "Who are you interested in?"
Ginny give the older girl a little smile. "Not girls, if that's what you're hinting at, Mae."
"How do you know?" Maple asked.
"How do I know what?"
"That you're not interest in girls."
"Well, how do you know you're not interested in guys?" Ginny challenged.
"I kissed on or two." Maple admitted.
Ginny raised an eyebrow. "So, you want me to kiss you and prove it?"
"Well," Maple began, "only if you want to, Virginia."
"You do that's not my name, right?" Ginny asked.
"Yeah, I know." Maple teased. "I like Virginia better than Genevra, though."
"That' was my grandmother's name!" Ginny snapped.
"Sorry." Maple said with a hint of laughter in her voice.
Ginny grabbed Maple and kissed her with a all the strength she possessed. After the kiss, her eyes widened considerably. "Shit."
Maple smiled. "still not interest in girls? By the way," she informed the girl who was staring determinedly at the group, "you're probably not gay or bi. Most women don't mind being intimate with others."
"Shut up, Mae." Ginny growled.
Maple glared at her. "I didn't tell you to kiss me."
"You know I've had a crush on you since forever." Ginny snarled, not realize Harry and Morgan had abandoned their smoke game and were now staring at the pair of girls.
Maple hid a smile. "Well, I'm sorry you felt you just had to kiss me, but I still didn't force you."
The bell rang before Ginny had a chance to reply.
"Shit." Harry said, picking up his books. "I've got Dad." He pressed his box of cigarettes into Morgan's hand. "Keep those for me, will you?" he coughed. "God, I smell like smoke."
Maple pulled a bottle of cologne from her pocket and sprayed Harry a few times.
"Thanks, Mae." Harry kissed Morgan. "Love you." He said, running back up to the castle.
"Love you, too." Morgan echoed. "Free period, right Mae?"
Harry burst into Transfiguration with just enough time to sit down. "God, Harry." Raine said. "how much cologne did you use today?"
"It was either cologne or smoke." Harry muttered in an undertone.
"Lucky bastard." Raine hissed. "I can't have one until after lunch."
Harry smirked at her. "Yeah, I know."
Hermione crossed her arms. "I can't believe you two smoke. It's so bad for you."
"Hermione," Raine said encouragingly, "You need to get laid."
"What?" Remus asked.
Sirius repeated what he had said.
"Oh my God. Are you sure?"
Sirius nodded.
"Oh my God." Remus jumped up. "I have to go . . . cook something."
"Daddy's acting weird." Raine said. "Did you see him in class today? Have gave everyone points for breathing correctly and told me he was so happy that I'm happy with Draco."
"Well," Harry teased, "if it's any consolation, I'm not happy that you two are happy."
Raine stuck her tongue out at him. "Yeah, yeah, yeah."
"He was practically glowing." Maple said, lighting a cigarette.
"Well, he's too old to be pregnant." Morgan pointed out. "Maybe Julie's pregnant."
"Or London." Raine suggested.
"No, London uses protection." Morgan informed her.
"How do you know?" Maple demanded.
"Because I use the same kind he does." Morgan said.
"Do you mean 'we'?" Maple asked. "As in you and Harry?"
The younger boy blushed, but Morgan just grinned. "We haven't had sex yet."
Everyone's eyebrows advanced a little higher toward their forehead, but Raine shrieked in mirth. "That's so cute!"
"What's wrong with YOU?" Maple asked her younger sister.
Raine just shook her head mysteriously.
"You're too cute." Sirius said to Remus. "you've got flour in your hair."
"And no one to cook for." The brunette replied. "Lily and Violet have been coming over for supper, but I don't think an army could eat this much food."
Sirius smiled. "We'll just have to see about that. I got a hold of London and Julie. Wednesdays have been witched to Fridays until further notice. And apparently we'll have lots of leftovers to eat."
Remus smiled. "When re we going to tell them?"
"Julie already told London, but he swore not to tell Morgan, so we should be okay." Sirius assured him.
"How far—"
"A month and a half."
Remus nodded. "So, that's the middle of July." His eyes widened.
"Exactly." Sirius confirmed.
"Cheers." Raine smiled as she took the shot of vodka.
"You know, most people say that for champagne and wine, not vodka." She commented.
"Have you ever tasted champagne or wine?"
"Point taken." Raine agreed.
Draco kissed her. "I love you."
"I love me, too." She teased as she kissed him. "I mean, what's not to love? I have a good personality—"
"—great tits—"
"—nice ass—"
"—great lips—"
"—good in bed . . ."
"Whoa." Draco said smiling. "Haven't gotten that far yet."
"Well, would you like to?" Raine asked in a way that didn't make the question serious or joking.
"Would you like to?" Draco asked in a too-polite tone.
"Maybe." Raine teased. "Are you a virgin, Dray?"
"Maybe. Are you?"
"May. Do you want to have with me?"
"Maybe. Do you want to have sex with me?"
"Aww, hell no!" Raine giggled and pressed her lips against her boyfriend's. "Just kidding, Dray . . . Maybe."
Raine showed up to breakfast on Friday in need of aspirin. "Seriously," she begged her brother, "this is so much worse than a headache."
"Are you sore?" maple asked.
"Did you get laid?" Harry question her eagerly. Then he remember who Raine would have gotten laid by. "Tell me you didn't get laid."
"I didn't get laid." Raine said. "But I can pretty damn close." She gave Morgan puppy dog eyes. "Pills. Please."
Morgan complied when Harry kissed his cheek.
"How did you end up spending your detention?" Ron asked Raine as they entered Potions class.
"Don't know." Raine said nonchalantly. "I ditched to go make out with Dray."
The other three made faces, but none came close to the look Snape gave her. "I though I gave you detention yesterday, Miss Black."
"You did." Raine said evenly. "I had a previous engagement."
Draco caught her eyes and fought a laugh.
Snape's eyes darted from one to the other. His favorite student vs. The Smartass. "Five points from Gryffindor and double detention." He said icily. "Now sit down before I make it fifteen." His eyes rested on her jacket and he blanched noticeably.
"See you Sunday night on the train." the three Black children and Harry said to Ron, Hermione, and Ginny.
"How are you going to serve your detention, though?" Hermione asked Raine.
The blonde grinned. "I'm not."
Sorry, it was so long in coming. Great plot point sprung up and I had to work it in!
