Hello all! In my incredible boredom, I have decided to write yet another chapter of FF. To my reviewers:

LiLy MaLfOy13: Yes, I really do try. THANKS FOR REVIEWING!!! And Rikka is Monikka DaLuver's character, who I spice up with chairs, spoons, and chicken.

Rayon m de lune: Dude, with your name I almost wrote Crayola z the lunatic... Does that make me strange? Heh-heh. Yeah, it is rather uncommon for someone to have June 29. How old did you turn!? Happy past your birthday-day. Heh-heh. Did that make sense? Man, do you have any idea how bloody bad you people blow up my ego?! Its bloody horrifying. I'm gonna become Draco freaking Malfoy, except, I'm a girl, don't look anything like him, have no accent, and I live in America...ummm...heh. If you want, I could help you out with writing. All ya gotta have is a good base to start off of. E-mail me.

Piedermort: Yes, Frederick is all grown up... That took you a long time to get over, huh? Crying for months? And onto the insane laughing... BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!

MonikkaDaluver: NO, NO, AND NO!!!! NOOOOOOOOO PINK! BLAH! Anywho, of course it was a wonderful chapter. I am wonderful, thus the chapter MUST be wonderful. It took me so long because of that trip to Pennsylvania and my Mom cleared the entire computer and reloaded everything. VALUABLE TIME!! If you have an idea for a class or something, send it. I might use it. Mwahzles? That's a new one...

SillyBandit: I'm still not sure...I guess whatever I get it'll be spur of the moment. NOT FREAKING CRAZY ENOUGH!!!??? WHAT THE FREAK IS THE MATTER WITH YOU!! I love torturing Potter...it comes naturally to me...

Nancy: Hey, what's up Frenchie? Can I call you that? GREEEEEAT!!! Hehe. Oh, don't worry about it dude. I have to deal with friends HERE that can't speak English! OF COURSE I'M CRAZY!! I AM the INSANEST (err...that's not a word) PERSON EVER!! I love the laugh too!! So insane sounding: niark. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!!!!! Also, don't worry. I stopped my friend from attacking France with the squirrels, zombie cows, hummingbirds, etc. Well, I told him he couldn't attack: French Fries, French Waffles, and French girls. He was alright with it, I guess. And I think I know why........PERV!!! (not you, him)

Smrt cids: UPDATING!!! PS: What the freak does your penname mean?

Yanely1167: DUDE, IT CAN NOT WAIT TILL NEXT TIME!!! MY EGO NEEDS INFLATING!!!!!!!! BWAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!

Erised-Desire056: gasp My name is Ed!!! How could you?! Well...maybe not, but whatever. Its nice to know Rory, myself, and Chicken Lady relate so well with the readers...and their lunch ladies. Yes, I do enjoy torturing the Wonder Boys. Its just so darn easy and fun!!!

Today's song: Paint it Black by Vanessa Carlton

"TOOOOOOOOOODAY, MY PUPPETS..." Rikka trailed, as the students recovered from shock. "YOU SHALL BE STABBING EACH OTHER WITH LONG POINTY THINGS!!!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Well, actually its fencing, but whatever. By the way, Potter. Love the maid outfit." Potter blushed at reference to his maid's dress, the result of his slaveship to Rory and Draco.

I see a red door and I want it painted black

"Okay, students. I'm going to pair you up with someone with similar abilites in this subject. First pair: THE WORLD RENOWNED IDIOTS, CRABBE AND GOYLE!!!" The two oafs stood up as Rikka transfigured their robes into Fencing suits. She handed them each a sword, a smirk upon her face. "BEGIN, MY PUPPETS!!" The two remained stationary, but then (a/n GASP) Crabbe lifted his sword and...POKED Goyle. Goyle poked back. This continued until Rikka stood in between them. "I CAN ALLOW THIS TRAVISTY TO FENCING TO GO ON NO LONGER!!!" Crabbe poked her. "gruuuuuuuuunt" "grunt" The two left the front of the room and sat back down.

No colors anymore,

I want them to turn black

"Well that was.....interesting. Anywho, NEXT UP IS...DUN DUN DUN!!! PAAANSSSSSSSSSY AND MIIIIILLLLIIICENNTTTTTTTT!!!" The class looked back at the two Slytherin girls. "But Azalea!!! I NEED that!!!" "Oh, come on, Pookie!!! You know I---umm...I'll call you back..." Millicent hung up her cell phone and kicked Pansy. Apparently cell phones were "all the rage" in the wizarding world. Pansy looked up as well. "What was that?" she asked with a sickening smile. "Honestly, Pansy. Wipe that smile off your face. Its WHORE-ifying. And I hate to do this, seeing as Slytherin is such an evil house and all, but five points from Slytherin. And I think you all should get some extra homework. I want you to practice fighting for an hour each night. With each other and Brando here watching. I would put Drakie with you, but...well...yeah...I didn't." "UP HERE NOW!!!" "Mood swing?" Rory whispered. "Its becoming routine."

I see the girls walk by in their summer clothes,

Well, the Pansy vs. Millicent fight wasn't much. Poke. Squeal. "BI-YATCH" Poke harder. Ep. "SLUT" Poke hardest. "SLYTHERIN WHORE"

That's as far as I can go because as Rikka said, "YOU'RE BOTH WHORES, SLUTS AND FEMALE DOGS, NOW SIT DOWN!!!"

Then, the action started, Draco vs. Ty. Quite the showdown. Draco had an early lead, but Ty ended up winning, his sword to Draco's throat. Draco must suck at this. I can beat Ty, easy. Rikka wasn't as mush disappointed in Draco as she was enraged at Ty. Yeah, she threw something brown, presumably animal poo, at him. Then she screamed, "BEHOLD, THE RADIOACTIVE, ZOMBIE, EVIL MONKEY, HUMMINGBIRD, FERRET, BADGER, WEASEL, WOODPECKER, SQUIRREL, GNOME, COW POO!!! NIARK! NIARK! NIARK!" (A/N BWAHAHAHAHA!!! Thank you, Frenchie!!! Is that a type of mustard...?)

I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

"AND FINALLY, THE MATCH OF THE CENTURY...MY PRECIOUS RORY AND BLAISE, ERR...THE NOT SO PRECIOUS, BUT PRECIOUS NONE-THE-LESS GUY!!!"

I see a line of cars and they are painted black

Rory, dressed in a pair of black jeans and a tight black t-shirt, an odd occurrence for her, looked at Blaise. She ran her hand over the blade slowly and sighed. Blaise readied his sword, an action soon followed by Rory. "ALRIGHT MY PUPPETS!!! BEGIN!!!"

With flowers and my love both never to come back

Draco looked at the dueling duo. He looked at Rory, her fighting style consumed in hate and sad rage. Nothing like when she wrestled him. He glanced at his best friend, Blaise. His was one of desperation and sorrow, fighting for forgiveness. He was not only fighting her, but himself. Draco knew Blaise, and he was not one to be distracted or distraught. He sensed the tension between the two and he knew the rest of the class could too.

I see people turn their heads and quickly look away

Blaise had been meeting Rory, strike for strike. Rory's hand was going numb from the vibration of his last block, but nothing could bother her in this state, she knew. She knew she was angry and frustrated and it would affect her fighting, for better or worse, but that was one of the few things she couldn't control and she accepted that. She knew she couldn't get too angry or else, something might happen...

Like a new born baby, it just happens everyday

Blaise took a hit to his sword and slid his own under, pointing it at Rory's chest. The class fell silent. Rory whipped up her sword and ran it around his, catching Blaise's with the hilt and flipping it up towards her so she could catch it, pointing her own at his chest. "I win again."

I look inside myself and see my heart is black

"Umm...lemon squares, anyone? Anyone at all?" Rikka asked, trying to lighten the mood. The class groaned and dispersed as the bell rang.

I see my red door and its heading to black

"Hey, Draco. You seem to be getting close to Rory," Blaise spat. Draco only nodded, not looking up from his Transfiguration book. "Do you know why the hell she's acting all mad and wearing all black?" Draco looked up. "I thought you, of all people, would know this Zabini." The two boys turned around to see Rory, a sneer upon herself. "But then again, you never were one for dates or traditions, were you?" Blaise fell silent. "October sixth. So what?" "Do you remember why I wear black on certain days?" "The only time you ever wear all black, that I remember, is the anniversary of July eighth. The day you were closest to the brink of death." Rory glared at him. "That WAS the anniversary date. But the sixth of August. That's the closest I've ever been. Its also another death, though..." "A light soldier or something?" "No, Blaise. Us." Rory walked off, leaving Blaise in awe and understanding, while Draco wallowed in confusion.

Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face facts

After being denied any and all information about what just happened by Blaise, Draco decided to go after Rory. It was just before dinner, so she would be in the gym, like she always was. He pushed open his portrait and walked across the hall to Rory's. He paid no mind to the portrait and said the password. "Mudvayne." He looked away, waiting for it to open , but when he heard no creaking of the door, his eyes flashed to the picture. "What? I said the password." It was a portrait of a pack of wolves at dawn. There was a woman in wolf furs there as well, among the pack, as one of their own. "That was the old password. The Mistress Aurora has changed it since then," the woman said. "You know me, don't you? Just let me in!" Draco yelled. "If the Mistress has not told you the password, then she must not want you in here," she explained. "Well, I need to talk to your 'Mistress'!" He was losing his patience. "Just let me the he-" The portrait swung open. "The Mistress has allowed you in."

Its not easy facing up when your world is black

Draco walked into her room, that was dimly lit. The silver in the room had been changed to crimson, and there was a snake and a wolf on the walls, running freely. The carpet was also blood red, and there was a window now, allowing the bloody setting sun to intrude the darkness of her haven. Draco figured it must have something to do with a spell on the room to accommodate her moods. She's obviously pissed off about this whole August sixth thing. The room was empty, so he assumed she was either in the gym or in 'Skatopia' as he liked to call it. He went over to her closet, and opened the door to the gym. He looked around the gloomy room and saw no movement, but something caught his eye. A door was open. A door that wasn't there before. "What the hell..."

I wanna see it painted, painted, painted black, oh baby

Draco looked inside the shadowy room and saw a block of light in which Rory stood, earphones on and singing into a microphone. He felt around for the light and switched it on. A recording room. He looked around the room in awe as Rory finished.

I wanna see it painted, painted, painted black, oh baby

Rory pushed open the door from the recording booth. "Well, if it isn't the peroxide prince? I've been expecting you." "Really now? Well, then, you have correct expectations." "Well? Are you going to ask me to explain myself or stand there like a bloody idiot all day?" Rory sneered. "Must I? You know what I'm going to ask. Basically 'What the bloody hell just happened?'" Draco replied. Rory sighed.

No more will my green sea turn a deeper blue

flashback (a/n I love these things)

I blew threw another door, as the guards watched in awe. They weren't going to stop me. They saw the look on my face. Hatred and betrayal and more importantly, vengeance. I stormed through the final door, reaching my destination. The grand hall, the death eaters' meeting place. I looked around, the hall only lit by the few torches barely ablaze. Only a few select high-class death eaters were there. Lucius Malfoy, Snape. I saw him, kneeling before Riddle. All eyes were on me as I stormed up to the two. "What is this, Tom?" I spat. "Nothing, dear cousin," he uttered. "I'm sure...Zabini, tell me, what is going on here," I no less than demanded. "I'm telling this old fool about your plans, about everything." I saw the disgust in his eyes and I knew every wand behind me was pointed directly at my heart. "Shut up, you deceitful imbecile." "Well, that is what being a death eater is all about, right, Her-" "CRUCIO!" I cursed him. So his screams were inaudible, I cast a silencing charm on him. "Tom. You wouldn't happen to be trying to betray me, would you? Believing this idiot?" "No, Dawn, dear cousin." "You'll come out of this with no scars, but believe me, next time will be different. Do not attempt to betray me again. There shall be dire consequences," I warned, my face stony. "You," I looked at Blaise with disgust, "shall come with me." I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, ignoring his silent protesting. I whipped around, facing the crowd of Death Eaters and sneered, "You had best lower your wands. Or else your fate shall be worse than your precious Dark Lord's will be next time he tries something." Wands were pocketed. I dragged Blaise out of the Hall and pushed him against the wall next to the door. I took off the silencing charm. "What the HELL did you think you were doing?!" "Defending the honor of the Dark Lord!" I glared at him, silent. I whisked my wand out, pointing it at me. I spoke no words, but moved it in an intricate pattern as his eyes followed, frightened. A red wave of sparks flew at him. He blinked. "What did you do, you pathetic excuse for a Salvien?!" I looked at him one last time, before turning around and leaving him there frightened and curious. "Try to tell your Precious Voldemort about me now, Zabini..." I left him there, dazed and confused.

I could not foresee this thing happening to you

"I didn't see that little bastard again until we came back to school. He nearly got me killed that day, August sixth. He betrayed me in the most dangerous way. Oh, yeah. Sorry 'bout the peroxide prince thing. Bad mood. But that HAIR is most definitley NOT naturally like that."

If I look hard enough into the setting sun,

My love will laugh with me until the morning comes

"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! RUN MY LITTLE MICE, RUN FOR YOUR MASTER, THE CHICKEN LADY!!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Today, Rikka had taken it upon herself to 'GET YOU WEAK LITTLE WUSSIES FIT!!'

She had decided as her next insane stunt for the students to do was to load their clothes with weights and make them run five miles. "I WANTED TO SEND YA TO THE MOON TO ACTUALLY RUN WITHOUT GRAVITY, BUT RULES, RULES, RULES!!!"

I wanna see it painted, painted, painted black, oh black as night, black as coal.

Rory had apparently already been weighted and just asked for fifty more pounds. She was weighted down with two hundred and fifty pounds, while the rest of the "MAGGOTS" had only a hundred pounds. Rory, being used to the weight, was on the end of her third lap by twenty minutes, while Draco, Troy, Ty, and Blaise were just starting their second, and the rest of the class were dragging themselves along, drenched in sweat, nagged by Rikka.

I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky

As Rory finished her final lap, she met Rikka at the finish line. "Ah. My favorite student. Lemon Square?" Rikka offered. "Why, I would love one Rikka!" Hence, Rory and Rikka sat, enjoying the incredibly well baked lemon squares, while watching the bulk of the seventh year suffer in the heat, under weight, and well...the thought of why the hell they came TODAY?!

Painted, painted, painted black, oh baby

Painted, painted, painted black

REJOICE!! BWAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHHHAHAH!! I LOVE YOU ALL. You know the drill. Review or else you will be obliterated by...thinks Now which fleet will put you people in nightmares and a state of shock...? GNOMES!!! ahem Well, y'all know what t'do.

PS: THESE BLOODY BRACES HURT LIKE HE11!!!!!!!!!! My main food supply consist of jello...WATERMELON AND PEACH!!!

PPS: Your epidermus is showing. It could use some cleaning, too.

PPPS: Now I'm just irritating y'all

PPPPS: I know I am

PPPPPS: Don't deny it

PPPPPPS: Okay, I'll stop now.

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