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To Pussin Boots; Seems like we're all having problems with our computers, ::sigh:: Mine is messing with me as well. Okay, maybe it was rushed, I changed it a little bit but not that much. Hopefully I'm doing better in this chapter.


Chapter 16 – Incapable, Stupid, Unreasonable and Idiotic

The spring came early that year, to many students great luck. In the middle of February, the snow started to melt away and turned into this hated slash, but because of the dazzling sunlight, it soon dried away.

Not that I had much time to enjoy the nice weather. The days passed quickly, filled with classes, homework, OWL preparing which I had decided to start, and quiddich practise. It was merely a month left to our Ravenclaw game, and their team was good.

I had also taken Harry's advice to practise a lot very seriously, and spent at least two days out practising myself, beside the original team practises. I worked hard, and it gave a little of a result. I scored my first points in the Ravenclaw game. Honestly, I did better than ever, even during practises. We also won, after a nervous seeker duel between Harry and his former flame, the Ravenclaw seeker Cho Chang. Guess she wasn't very happy...

Although the amount of homework and exam preparing were steadily growing, Harry decided to expand the team practise and make it two practises a week, to all of his teammates huge stress. That made the little piece of free time that I still had vanish out into emptiness. I tore upon my sleeping time, and slept a maximum of six hours a night. But it wasn't as bad as it sounds, though. I got used to it.

It's amazing how fast the days pass when you have much to do. I thought my brain was overworked and that I was being delirious when I realized that it was only a week left to the dreaded Slytherin game. It was the most important game of the year, since the Slytherin had won over both Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw as well, even with more points than Gryffindor. All together, this meant that we had to be in the lead with fifty points before Harry caught the snitch to win the inter-house cup.

It was a game of a high tempo. The Slythrins were better than ever, even though we still scored more, amazingly. Alicia Spinnet had scored a couple of Gryffindor goals – I wasn't sure of how many though, Ginny one and I had done one as well.

"And Spinnet has got the quaffle," the speaker voice, which nowadays belonged to a sixth year Ravenclaw boy since Lee Jordan had graduated. "Watch out, Spinnet there's a bludger..."

Alicia saw the bludger vaguely coming rushing towards her from the side and rose abruptly to not be hit – and dropped the quaffle.

"Spinnet avoids the bludger – but oooh, she dropped the quaffle... DiLorenzo catches it, makes his way to the Gryffindor goal... Washington, avoids a bludger, back to DiLorenzo who throws the quaffle," his voice growing higher with excitement, "Weasley can't stop it and oooh, there's a Slytherin goal. Gryffindor still in the lead, though, 70-40 to Gryffindor's favour."

The game continued. I concentrated on trying to take the quaffle from the Slytherins, actually got it a couple of times but they immediately retrieved it, while continuing to listen to the speaker for information.

"And – oh shit – sorry for the language – but the Slytherin seeker has spotted the snitch... Potter not far behind..."

A quick glance up in the sky told me that it unfortunately was true. My dear brother, also known as the Slytherin seeker, had found the snitch and was chasing after it, Harry setting after him.

"Problem for the Gryffindors," the speaker continued, sounding like he could explode with excitement any minute now. "If Slytherin catches the snitch they win the cup... both seekers still reaching for it..."

I accelerated, setting after the Slytherin chaser that currently had got the quaffle. Both Alicia, Ginny and one of our beaters were blocking him towards our goal, and it would be impossible for him to get through. He'd have to pass it on, and the only possible way was to DiLorenzo, further down, so I dived to get below him. Obviously, he hadn't seen me yet since he just tried to dropped the quaffle down to his team-mate, and it was very easy for me to catch it.

"Slytherin chaser has got the quaffle, tries to pass to DiLorenzo – but, hey! Where did she come from? Gryffindor chaser retrieves the quaffle... turns around and sets off towards the Slytherin goal... "

I leant as far forwards as I could, trying to go faster although I knew that my broom couldn't possible do so, no matter how hard I tried.

"Meanwhile, neither Slytherin nor Gryffindor has caught the snitch," the speaker said, even if I barely noticed, completely focused on getting close to the Slytherin goal as fast as possible as I was.

I couldn't wait any longer – someone would catch the snitch any minute now, and I reckoned I was close enough. Desperately, with all the strength that I could possibly summon, I threw the quaffle in the direction of the Slytherin goals. The keeper wasn't prepared; his concentration had obviously been on the seeker duel, and the quaffle passed easily through the left goal. One second later, the whistle sounded, indicating that the game was over because the snitch had been caught.

I looked up at the two seekers, not believing what I saw. Maybe my brain was overworked and it disturbed my ability to see, but it appeared to me as the figure dressed in red and gold triumphantly raised one of his arms into the air.

"Believe it or not," said the speaker voice, "But the Slytherin versus Gryffindor game ended in a draw."

I stared out into the empty air. Ginny flew up to me.

"Awesome," she said. "You stopped the Slytherins from winning."

"Thanks," I said, still stunned – both because Harry had caught the snitch and because I had managed to make that goal.

Alicia flew over and joined us as well. "Way to go, Tamara."

I blushed slightly. She was such an experienced and talented chaser that it really felt good getting a compliment from her.

I looked down on the Gryffindor crowd, cheering, acting like we had won – although we hadn't. It had ended in a draw, but somehow everyone seemed satisfied anyway. Harry flew something like a lap of honour around the pitch before diving back to the ground, as did we three girls, the two beaters and Ron, who had still been flying around the goals.

"Brilliant!" Ron exclaimed when the whole team gathered on the ground. I wasn't sure if he was talking to Harry or me, but I didn't bother but took it as a compliment anyway.

There was no time for talk at that moment, since an excited crowd of Gryffindor fellow students came rushing, screaming wildly. We were stuck there on the grass for almost half an hour, being greeted by everyone, before the crowd finally started to drop off, and we could go to the dressing room.

An hour later, we had all changed into our usual robes and were walking into the Great Hall for dinner. Ginny left us for sitting with Dean, but I sat down with the rest of the quidditch team plus Hermione, who also had joined us.

"What a game!" she said.

"Yeah," Ron said. "Worst ever."

"But you did good, Ron," Harry said. "The Slytherins were better than ever."

"Yeah, yeah," Ron said.

We all ate, hungry after the rough game, while having an enthusiastic discussion about quidditch, which Hermione obviously did not enjoy very much. Although she never missed one of Gryffindor's games, she wasn't such an avid fan as the rest of us. She repeatedly tried to change the subject by asking questions, and was disappointed when the asked one simply answered before returning to the discussion. She tried with literally everyone, but as I said, it didn't really work out.

"So what are you planning to do after graduating?" she said, turned to Alicia.

"I'm not sure," Alicia said slowly. "I mean, I'd really like to play quidditch."

Hermione did not seem too satisfied with the answer.

"Try out for the Tornados," I suggested.

"They have three excellent chasers already," she said. "No way they're replacing them already."

"You could always try out for the Chudley Channons," Harry said. "They seem to need some help – ouch, Ron!"

Ron was an avid Chudley Channons fan and did not seem to happy hearing Harry say that 'they seem to need some help'.

I smiled, so engaged in the conversation and joking that I barely noticed that Ginny sat down next to me, looking very unhappy.

"He had to go and write an essay or something," she mumbled when I gave her a questioning look.

Obviously she didn't want to talk about it, and I decided not to try to do so either. If she wanted to talk, she would talk. But I still noticed that something was wrong. She didn't take part in our conversation at all, neither did she smile at any joke, she just sat there, staring down into the table, hardly eating anything.

Later that evening, we were alone in our dormitory since the other girls who we were sharing it with hadn't arrived yet. I was lying on my bed, reading the latest The Quibbler and minding my own business, while she was simply lying on her back on her own bed, minding her own business.

"Tamara?" she said suddenly and I looked up.

"Yeah?"

"I... never mind."

But I laid the magazine aside and rolled over on one side so that I came to face her.

"What?" I said, curiously.

"Nothing," she muttered.

"Come on, tell me," I said. "I see there's something wrong."

A silence fell as she stared up into the ceiling while I continued to gaze curiously at her.

"It's Dean," she said finally.

"What's up with him?"

"I... maybe I'm just being stupid, but it feels like there's something... not quite right."

"What not quite right?" I asked.

"It's like," she started and then paused before continuing. "We never spend time together anymore. He says it's because the exams are coming up and I have my OWLs and the quidditch, but... it's like he's not even trying to get time to see me."

I waited for a while, trying to think of something intelligent to say.

"I'm probably not the right person for this kind of stuff," I said slowly, "but I guess that... maybe you should try talking to him."

"I have tried!" she said and I could tell that she was struggling with her tears. "But he's always busy and... What if he's seeing another girl?!"

"Calm down, Ginny, I don't think he would be without breaking up with you. Besides, at least I haven't noticed him around with another girl."

"Maybe he thinks I'm boring..."

"You are simply busy now, there's no time. At least the quidditch practises are over now. Just wait until the exams have passed, I'm sure everything will be fine."

It was a couple of days later, I was sitting at another of the dreaded Defence against the Dark Arts classes. Professor was handing out some essays we had written a couple of weeks earlier. I looked curiously at mine. P, it said. Poor?! I had expected an Average, at least. Damn idiotic teacher!

Ginny had not arrived to the class. I wondered where she was, but I couldn't think about it a lot because I didn't want to be lectured up by the Professor again for not listening carefully enough. However, now she surprisingly appeared, fifteen minutes late. Professor was looking in another direction, so she quietly slid down on the seat next to mine with her eyes watery, her nose red and her was also slightly shaking when she breathed.

"Are you okay?" I whispered.

She nodded.

"Sure? What's up, Ginny?"

Her shoulders started to shake even more, and she looked down into the table.

"It's Dean," she told me whispering. "We've broken up."

The Professor spun around.

"Well, well," he said. "Look who decided to show up? Miss Weasley, right?"

"Correct," she said quietly.

"What? Speak up, I can't hear you."

"Never mind," she said.

"Why don't you come and stand here in front of the class and tell us all why you're late?" he suggested, but it was really more like an order.

"Could I skip that, Professor?" she begged. "I don't feel very well."

"Then what are you doing in my class? If you aren't feeling well, you should be in the Hospital Wing."

"Tell him you think that the classes are important now before the OWLs," I whispered to Ginny.

"The classes are very important now before the OWLs," Ginny said.

"Correct, young lady. So why did you arrive late and thereby disturb the class if they are so important?"

"Because... I didn't mean to be late."

"I wonder what's so important that you think you can skip fifteen minutes of the Defence against the Dark Arts class."

"It's kind of personal," she said.

"Then it may not steal time from this important class!" he announced. "Leave your personal issues out of here, please."

"It won't happen again," she said and I could tell she had problems keeping her voice at a normal level.

"Imagine if all students came fifteen minutes late to every class," the Professor continued, impassively. "What would that look like?"

"Not good," she said. "But maybe you should start the lesson now."

"You think so?"

"Er... yes."

"Stand up, Miss Weasley," he ordered.

"I beg your pardon?" Ginny said, at least keeping calm enough to speak politely.

"Stand up."

Confused she rose, and the Professor immediately sat down on her chair.

"Now you take the role as a teacher," he said.

"But-"

"It was your idea to start the lesson, right? Then you do so."

She stared down into the floor. "I have to go," she mumbled, grabbed her bag and practically ran out of the classroom.

I stood up as well, as did the Professor.

"Miss Malfoy, where are you going?"

"I-I thought I might should look if she's okay," I stammered.

"You keep thinking. Because you aren't leaving this classroom."

I stared at him.

"Now would you please sit down?"

"No," I replied while continuing staring.

"I beg your pardon?"

"No, I'm not going to sit down," I repeated, amazed that my voice was so strong. "I'm going to leave," I said and grabbed my bag, "but before I do so I'd like to tell you some things."

"And disturb the lesson even more?"

"Yes! I do believe that I speak on behalf of many students in this room when I say that you are without doubt the most incapable, stupid, unreasonable and idiotic Defence against the Dark Arts teacher we have ever had – and we have not had good ones. One has now his memory removed, one is a were-wolf, one was not really the person he said he was and the last one works for the Dark Side. But I have still learned less with you than with any other DADA teacher!"

"Detention three weeks. See you at six o'clock at my office."

"Fuck off," I muttered and marched out of the classroom while feeling the other students surprised burning gazes at the back of my head.

I stumbled down the hall. Oh shit, what had I done?! How could I have said those things to him?! I wandered around aimlessly in the corridors for a while, looking for Ginny, but I didn't see her.

"Tamara?" I suddenly heard a rough voice high above my head. "Aren't yeh supposed to be havin' a class?"

I looked up and straight into Hagrid's big, hairy face.

(A/N Sorry I'm not good at writing Hagrid-talk, but I'll do my best.)

"Hi, Hagrid", I said and thereby avoiding the subject.

"Yeh'd be havin' Defence against the Dark Arts class, wouldn't yeh?"

"There was a little incident", I muttered.

"What kind of incident?" he asked suspiciously.

I didn't answer but looked to the side and out through the window.

"Tamara?" he repeated.

I sighed.

"Okay, he insulted Ginny and she left in tears, then I said some things and left too."

"What kind of things?!"

"That he was... incapable..." I started and heard Hagrid gasp for his breath. "... stupid, unreasonable and idiotic and the worst teacher we've had", I finished quickly.

He sighed.

"Nah yeh didn't?! Honestly, Tamara, I would never have expected yeh to do somethin' like that!"

"I was provoked!"

"Yeh don't know what yeh're messin' in! If yeh'd known the whole story, yeh wouldn't have said that."

"The whole story?" I said curiously.

He sighed again.

"He's been havin' some problems just. No details. There's reasons why he's actin' like he is, that's all."

"What kind of problems?"

"Nah, no details. It's complicated. But yeh should go an' apologize right now."

"Apologize?!"

"Go an' apologize, Tamara", he said in a serious voice.

"Yes, yes, I will", I said.

I said goodbye to Hagrid – with no intentions on really apologizing of course. Besides, the class had obviously ended since I could hear several students coming, and he was probably busy preparing another class. Prepare like in inventing new evil things to say to the students.

Anyway, there was only five more minutes to go before my next class, which happened to be Arithmancy. When I arrived to the common room to pick up my books, several people clapped my shoulder, and the ones who didn't were staring instead.

I also noticed several students staring during the class, not only the one who had been at the previous class, but also the other ones so I guessed someone had told them all. The rumour spread like wildfire, because in the corridors on my way back to the common room after the Arithmancy which also was the last class of the day, I received several smiles and almost everyone I met said something like 'great', 'well done', 'I would never dare doing something like that!' and 'he got what he deserved'.

Because of that, it took me quite a time to reach the common room, and when I had done so, there weren't many students left, most of them had already gone down to have an early dinner, since a quidditch game; Hufflepuff versus Ravenclaw; was to take place this evening. Usually they put them at weekends, but of some unknown reason they had decided to have the game today instead. Maybe because the upcoming weekend was a Hogsmeade weekend.

However, I met Ginny in our dormitory, she was sitting in her bed, writing something. She looked up when I entered.

"I can't believe you said that to the Professor," she said.

"You heard?"

"Of course I heard. Your fight is the only thing people talk about. I can't believe you slapped him in the face."

"I didn't."

"They say you did..."

"I didn't, people are just making it up."

"But you did do something, didn't you?"

"I told him he was the most incapable, stupid, unreasonable and idiotic DADA teacher we've ever had and then I stormed out of the classroom."

A small silence fell before I continued talking.

"I'm hungry, are you coming for dinner?" I said.

"No, I've already eaten."

"Okay... see you later, then. And I'm sorry about Dean."

"Yeah..." she said slowly. "I'll live."

I opened the door and was just about to exit when she spoke again.

"Tamara?"

I spun around.

"Yes?"

"Thanks."

I smiled. "You're welcome."


Author's note: I'm sure you're all waiting eagerly for the continuation of the teacher/student fight... ::hehe::, lol. Btw, thanks to Pussin Boots for the idea. I was planning to might take the story that way, but didn't really know how to.

About the quidditch thing in the beginning... I know I should have added more details, but I really can't write about quidditch in a detailed way. Honestly, I don't enjoy writing about quidditch but I couldn't just skip it, could I?

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