Disclaimer: Aww, I can't think of anything besides, unfortunately, I am not the rich and famous JK Rowling, story teller and writer extraordinaire, only an (extremely) pretty 15 year old girl under the pen name of silverfey.

Chapter Sixteen:: A God Named ___________

"Hey! Wait up!"

It was Sunday afternoon and Kit had been on her way to Professor Snape's office in the dungeons, until the handsome young man had started trotting toward her.

Okay, scratch 'handsome', he was HOT. His dark brown hair was a little on the long side, curling into huge droopy ringlets, like a statue by Michelangelo. Kit could tell – even under his robes – that he was built like one, too.

His eyes were the perfect color – she couldn't put a name to them; they were the blue gray that every baby has and few ever keep. Just now, they were sucking her in.

Realizing she was staring at the young god in front of her, she quickly shifted her gaze to something less interesting, somewhere beyond his left shoulder.

"Y-yes?" She asked, hoping her voice wasn't quaking too terribly. Narcissus shrugged.

"I just wanted to talk. I mean, you're the legendary new girl! Ever elusive..."

For a moment, Apollo seemed to be admiring *her*.

Ugh, it should be illegal for guys to be so gorgeous – or at least they should be issued a warning sign, like 'Danger: Babeliscious God Approaching. Overload Could Prove Fatal To Feminine Hearts.'

"So... where're you headed, Angel?" The Seraphim asked.

No. Way.

- Did he just call *me* angel? –

Kit thought lightheadedly.

- I must be delirious –

and she probably was, her head was spinning so much.

"Oh, um, I'm going to see Professor Snape." She answered sheepishly, once she remembered the question.

Suddenly, her drooling mode switched off as his next question registered in her mind:

"Tell me something, angel, did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"

Ouch. That line caused Kit to do a 180 in her Oberon worshipping mode and realize that this god was not a god – just a student in a god's body.

Kit couldn't help but snort, though it was a bit painful to see Gabriel's face take on such a bewildered expression.

"What?" He asked as she turned and continued on her way.

Kit shook her head as she giggled.

"I'm sorry. It's jut – that line – it's so overused, so – cliché!" She managed to gasp out through her barely contained laughter. "I – I'm not laughing at you." She added hastily, taking in his hurt expression.

"I only heard it this summer!" He protested weakly.

"You're new to muggle residences, hmm?"

The young Osiris looked chagrined. "I was told it'd be a good experience." He shook his head ruefully.

Kit smiled benignly and patted his cheek.

"Don't worry. Next time you try it, though, make sure the girl has known witchdom all her life."

The elven figure beside her gave a surprised laugh. He looked at her with a new admiration.

"You know, I thought you'd be just some kind of exceptionally pretty airhead."

"Wow, you ARE blunt, aren't you?" Kit laughed.

"So, why are you going to visit Snape?"

Kit stopped laughing and looked down, her ears reddening.

"Er- it-it's kinda... well, I need him to match me."

The ethereal being loping alongside her choked. Literally.

He stopped walking and grabbed her arm.

"You're joking, right?" He continued to gape as she shook her head sheepishly.

"*You?*" After a moments pause, he demanded, "Why?"

Kit shrugged uncomfortably at his sudden display of shock.

"I just haven't... liked any of my offers, that's all."

A slow smile lit across his cherubic face.

"Say no more." He announced. "Go get your cloak, Kitling, we've got some shopping to do before the Ball."

Kit's brow furrowed in confusion.

"What? Are *you* inviting me to the Yule Ball?"

He shook his head at her exasperated tone.

"Nuh uh, Kitling," she winced at the nickname, "I'm telling you. Now let's get going."

Kit stiffened and wriggled her arm out of his grasp.

"Sorry," She said coolly, refusing to look up into his baby eyes. She stared instead, at a figure across the way who seemed to be watching them closely.

"Sorry what?" The image of perfection's terse voice cut through her thoughts.

"I thought you said you weren't going with anyone."

"But – you already are." She said, making a wild stab. She didn't know why she was so anxious to get away from him – or why she kept rejecting every invitation. She just wanted to leave already. She knew she didn't like his sureness about HER.

She glanced up quickly for a sign of guilt or shame and was shocked to see him shrug it off; she taken aback by his reply.

"So what? I can always get some from her tomorrow."

Everything slowed at his flippant comment.

How... *vile*.

Her mind set and she went back to staring at her specter across the way.

"I'm not going." She stared flatly. If she stared hard enough, she could almost make out some of his features.

"But I thought you just said –"

"With you, at least."

Kit could feel him tense beside her and was reminded again of his slim, Herculean build and god-like stature.

"Why?" He drew out the word, his voice dangerously low.

"For a few reasons." Once again, Kit found herself hoping her voice wasn't trembling too terribly.

"One, I don't know your age. Two, I don't know your house, three – I don't even need a three! Heck, I don't even know your *name*., I don't know what you're like – though I've got a faint impression – I don't know a *thing* about you, and at the moment, I don't think I care to. Come back when I'm in a better mood."

For a moment, the boy lost his god-like appeal. Quickly, he regained his composure, and lowering his head down next to her ear, he murmured, "Oh, all that can be arranged so easily... over lunch, over dinner... while you're getting dressed..."

His arm was snaking around her waist and she could feel him put his cool lips against her earlobe.

Panicked, Kit wrenched away and stumbled against the wall.

She knew her voice was quavering as she called out,

"No thanks"

before taking off and leaving Cupid's Son staring after her, incapable of speech.

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The door banged loudly off the wall as Kit barreled into the Professor's office. Professor Snape eyed her coldly, but allowed her to catch her breath before saying,

"Never do that to my door again. No, as it is a Sunday, I can only guess the reason that you, along with a third of the school's population, have been intruding on my personal time."

"Forgive me, Professor." She murmured automatically.

Snape glanced up sharply at her words and glared.

"I'm not deaf, *girl*, and your sarcasm is *not* appreciated." He growled at her.

Dumbfounded, Kit stared at him.

"Wh- ? Oh! Oh, Professor – I – I didn't mean – I wasn't trying to – um – s- sorry, Professor, I – sorry." She stuttered. Kit could feel her ears burn as she realized how impudent – how dumb! – she had sounded; it was almost enough to make her cringe.

"Enough," He said with a wave of his hand, glancing at her disgustedly, "I want to get this over with."

With a flick of his wand, a bowl of water and rose petals appeared. Kit's eyes lit up in recognition.

"I thought this was only for girls on Midsummer Night's eve." She blurted, forgetting her earlier chagrin.

Snape looked up briefly and his lips didn't seem to point so far down.

"A muggle's mistake." He grunted. "One of the few who didn't give birth to a wizard or witch and still knew about the wizarding world... of course, being a muggle, he still botched it up."

A moments silence ensued.

"Give me your wand." He said abruptly. Kit did so willingly and he lay it upon the water, where it slowly sank.

For a while, all was still. Kit was on the verge of boredom when suddenly, her WAND MOVED.

"Professor..." She breathed.

He shushed her quickly and the two watched in silence as her wand slowly lifted from the water covered mirror and trailed water in a pattern on top the black rose petals. Her wand completely ignored the white, yellow, and red ones, but kept steadily to the black petals, hovering silently over them, droplets collecting above the table and arranging themselves before falling silently from the air.

Finally, her wand turned once and that was it. With a splash, it fell back onto the glass.

Kit cleared her throat and her mouth opened but nothing came out.

Silently, Professor Snape lifted himself from his chair and glided over to the petals. His sudden movement freed her voice and she choked,

"Who is it?"

Something like a grin lighted on the Potions Master's face, but Kit blinked and it was gone. Calmly, he looked up, handed Kit her wand and said,

"Draco Malfoy."

Numbly, she herself stood and moved over toward the bowl. Sure enough, burned into the black petals – more like acid than like water – was the name that her wand – HER WAND – had spelled out (A/N: No pun intended).

She didn't know how long she stood there, but finally she turned and croaked,

"But – isn't he going with Pansy?"

No sooner had the words left her mouth than Draco Malfoy walked in.

"You called, Professor?" Came his lazy drawl.

"Mr. Malfoy, you will be escorting this girl to Hogsmeade in," His eyes flicked upward, "fifteen minutes, and on Wednesday, to the Yule Ball. I suggest you fetch your cloaks and scarves. Good day, Mr. Malfoy, Kit."

Dumbstruck, Kit didn't even notice Snape's use of her name as she tagged dully behind Draco.

She really had no idea what had just happened; all she knew was, at least there was no cause for alarm. Her 'situation' wasn't terrible – but once Pansy got wind of this... Kit shivered.

She was glad she was going to Gryffindor after the holidays were over.

Kit switched turned to look at the bright at the bright side. At least she and Draco were comfortable around each other. In fact, this was better than going with Blaise – although he was hilarious, Kit had found out that he could have violent mood swings, and she didn't want to have to hope that everything would be okay on the day of the Ball.

"Why did you run from Ridge?" Draco's smooth voice abruptly cut through her tangled thoughts.

"Hm?"

"Ridge." He said impatiently, "The guy who was hitting on you earlier."

Ridge... did he mean the young god? Had to be. She hadn't run from anyone else all week.

"He thought I was easy." She said stiffly.

Draco raised and eyebrow, causing Kit to go on full alert.

"I swear," She growled defensively, "If you say one word..."

"Okay, okay!" Draco said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "That's the girl I know and love."

For some reason, Kit's ears turned pink.

(tall, light and handsome)

Luckily, his back was turned.

No more was said on the subject as the two readied for Hogsmeade.