A/N: Oh, and almost on time! Wouldn't it be cruel if I ended it here? I'm not though. I still have lots to say. This one touches on homosexuality and there's lots of the work "fuck" in it. Why not, eh?

Chapter Seven: A Cook

I sat by Severus' left foot, reading quietly. He was teaching the first years in his first class, as always. Today was different. Today I wore goggles. They were actually trying to make a potion and Severus wanted me to be protected, in case anything went wrong. He also made me sit close to him, just in case. Every once and a while I'd jab his foot, just to let him know I was there. I checked my watch. It was around that time again. I tapped his foot gently. His black eyes looked down. "I'm still here," I whispered.

He laughed softly. He looked around for a moment to see what his students were doing and then bent over to see me. I listened to his back crack. "You have no idea how much I'm going to miss you," he smiled.

Invite me to stay. I smiled and let him kiss my nose and he stood back up to loom over the class once more. I bit my lip, trying to decide how to tell him. I opened my book again as I listened to him bark orders about how to clean out the cauldrons and beakers. The classes would be switching soon. I'd see Hermione soon. I smiled to myself hoping that I would have a chance to talk to her before class started. It was rather important. I watched the first years travel out. I stood up and stretched for a moment. I felt Severus hug me from behind and kiss the back of my head. "Merlin you're annoying," he said. "Are you going to jab me all through next class as well?"

"Yes," I stated. "I wouldn't want you to forget about me."

"I wouldn't never do that," he said, letting go of me carefully. "I do not see how I could ever do that."

I smiled to him and saw Hermione walk in with Harry and Ron. I rushed over to see her. "I need to talk to you," I said, biting my lower lip.

"That's nice," she said. "What about?"

She seemed upset with me. My sanctuary of my only friend had been defiled. "Are you okay?" I asked.

"Still a little pissed off at Snape for yelling at me yesterday," she said. "Sorry if I seem mad at you as well."

"I didn't stand up for you," I said. "You should be mad at me." I hadn't realized it before, and now felt terrible.

"No, no," she said. "You had tried. Snape is quite the control freak. Now what is it that you need to talk to me about?"

I decided not to argue with her over what he was like, since she had known him for longer. I nervously glanced to the two boys that always seemed to be with her. "Alone, perhaps? I mean it's kind of personal."

"Come on," Ron said. "I've been around Hermione for a long time. I think if it's just something like PMS I can handle it."

"Oh," I said. "Well, it's close to that. There is a lack of PMS. I'm late for my period. I'm never late. I realize it's just been a day or so, but I'm still worried."

Harry's jaw dropped, followed by Ron's. "Whelp," Ron grabbed onto Harry. "Maybe we should leave Hermione and Kali to talk, eh?"

"Wait wait," Harry said. "Who would have done it?"

Hermione looked to me. "Would you prefer to speak in private?"

"No," I said. "They already heard. I mine as well continue. I think its Severus'. I mean, if there even is one. I haven't slept with anyone for a while and if it was anyone else's I would have known. Is there a pregnancy test or something I can take?"

"We'll go in and get one when we have a break," Hermione said.

"Wait, you fucked Snape?" Ron looked disgusted.

Hermione hit him. "Don't be insensitive," she said.

"Oh, I remember," Harry said. "When Hermione was yelling at Snape she mentioned rape."

"Damn straight," I said.

"So you don't even want it?" Harry asked.

"No," I said. "I mean." I turned around to see Severus arguing with Draco about something. At least he wouldn't overhear the conversation. "I think I'd like to stay here, with him. I want to talk to him and see what he thinks."

"Come now," Ron said. "I can't see Snape being committed to it. To be honest, he treats you more like a pet than anything else."

"W-what? N-no," I stuttered, blushing.

"Ron does have a point," Hermione said. "Think about it. I'm not there all the time when you and Snape are together, so maybe I'm missing something, but he keeps you with a little bed beside his desk, he used to have you on a chain, he loves touching you. It sounds more like a pet of some sort."

I bit my lip again, searching the ground for an answer. I didn't have the money to support a baby. "Come on guys," Harry said. "We're probably missing something. If Kali wants to be with Sn-Severus, then we should give suggestions instead of shooting down her plans." Harry smiled and put his arm around me.

I glanced over my shoulder again to look at Severus, but it looked like I was looking at Harry. He was now very aware that Harry's arm was around me and seemed to be ignoring Draco. It's true. I'm just like a possession. "No Harry. They're right. I don't know what I was thinking," I sighed. "He wouldn't want to stay with me."

"Why would he not want to be with you?" Harry said. "I don't really know you as well as Hermione. And I find the only flaw that I see rather stunning. I'd love to be able to transform and eat Malfoy's hand."

"That was an accident," I stated, looking down at my feet.

Harry tightened his grip around me. "We know, even he knows. It's not a big deal. Everything will be okay, okay?"

I nodded, but before I could actually respond Severus was behind me, with his hand on my shoulder. "May I begin with my class, or are we discussing something that has more importance?" he snarled.

Just tell him, right in front of the entire class. You could totally wipe that smug frown off his face. "No," I jabbed back. "I wouldn't be important to you."

His eyes widened and then nervously looked at the three that I suspected were my friends. "If you have something that you need to discuss with me, I suggest you do it in private. Is there something I should know?" he asked.

"Yes," Harry said, nodding to me.

"Get your filthy paws off her Potter," he snarled, waving Harry's arm off my back as if it was dirt. "She knows if there's something I need to know. Not you."

Harry made a hand motion for me to tell him. "Yeah," I said. "I do have something to say."

Severus crossed his arms with a somewhat victorious smirk. "So...?"

"I like Harry's arm on my back," I glared. I wasn't sure why I wanted to be angry with him, but I knew I probably had a good reason to him. Lying usually got me out of the worst situations and usually when I ignored things they'd eventually go away.

For some reason, I felt this issue would be somewhat larger. I noticed Severus step back, cut from my sharp words. He blinked and quickly went back to his teacher mood. "Well, I won't stop him next time." He looked at me, almost asking why, but more of a glance than anything. I probably looked too deeply into things. "Can we start now?"

"Yes," I stated.

I followed Severus back to his desk and camped out in my doggy bed. I felt ridiculous now that Hermione had pointed out what I resembled. A pet. That's all I was. A teacher's pet. I sighed and curled up beneath my sheets so I could read my book privately. I didn't want anyone watching me today. Severus' silky voice filled the room once more, cradling me in my covers. I decided against jabbing his foot this time. It was difficult to stay angry with him, when I was letting him treating me like a pet. If I wanted a serious relationship, I should have been more serious. I should stop laying on the floor. Get up. Get up and leave. I was no longer enthralled in my book. Get up and sew up the holes in his socks. Stop following him around. Do something for yourself for once. Leave. Leave this damned school. If you're worth anything, he'll come back for you. I glanced up at the clock. I had argued with myself for a while, since half of the class had already drifted by. I figured that I should actually read the book, if I was leaving soon anyway. Before I could put the words together to form the first dull word, Minerva McGonnigal walked in. I didn't really know her well, but Severus spoke with her rather often. I'm sure she was nice; she just wasn't exactly nice to me. "She's awake," she stated. "They want you there immediately."

"S-she's..." he watched Minerva for a moment. "Merlin," he sighed in a happy tone. "Kali watch my class for a bit. Professor McGonnigal will be with me."

And they were gone. I was tossed aside. I was tossed aside too early. He didn't even have time to notice that I was leaving. I took me a moment to realize that the class was staring at me. I stood up and smiled. "Hi," I said. I could feel my face burn.

I could have sworn I heard crickets. I did. Draco Malfoy has the sound somehow into the classroom. "Shut it up Malfoy," Ron snarled. "It's not funny."

I would have laughed if it wasn't me that was being mocked. "Um, what were we doing?" I asked daftly.

"Nothing you could do muggle," someone sputtered out.

I noticed Draco hit him. It might have been one of his friends, but I wouldn't know. I decided to take the only route I knew how – to scare everyone shitless. "I can't do anything?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Well, them muggles aren't no interesting," he stated.

"Neither is your grammar," I stated back. "What is your name?" I stepped up to his desk where he sat contently beside Draco. I had watched Severus' walk and copied almost perfectly and added a little hip sway. Not that I had any hips.

"Goyle," he replied.

He didn't seem very intimidated until he noted that my teeth could no longer fit in my mouth. I concentrated hard on not letting the wings grow back, since it was rather painful. My jaw snapped as things began to turn black and white. I felt myself grow dizzy as I felt my jaw stretch more. No wings. No wings. All of the colour drained from Goyle's face as I leaned closer to him, with my newly formed claws reaching closer to his face. "Fuck off," Draco hit me with a pencil where the eraser had been eaten. "You can't actually touch us."

"He's one to talk," Harry laughed.

Most of the other students laughed as well, but Goyle still nervously watched me. I changed back so I could speak. I felt some blood sit in my mouth, but less than the time before. I just needed practise. "Did you curse at me boy?" I said in a classy tone. "I'm pretty sure I'm the teacher here."

"Well I like you better than Severus already," he smirked at me, flipping his blonde hair like a female prostitute. "The first reason being that we're not doing any work and the second reason, the more important reason, is that you're really attractive, even when you're trying to make Goyle wet his trousers."

"Okay you said trousers. That's awesome," I stated, blushing furiously. "But what am I actually supposed to be doing. As much of an asshole Goyle is, he does have a point. I have no clue what I am doing."

"He was teaching us a lesson," Harry stated. "I don't think you are capable of teaching it, but don't take offence. Oh, and I don't think you can call people assholes when you're the teacher."

"I'm the teacher. I can do whatever I want," I beamed proudly, if not immaturely.

"Actually you can't," Albus was standing in the doorway. "Professor Snape asked me if I could watch the class while he was out, for the rest of the day. He didn't realize that putting you in charge wasn't the brightest plan."

"So he has no confidence in my teaching skill?" I asked, pretending to be offended. Another excuse to get mad at him.

"Well, you were calling a student an asshole. I'm afraid that isn't acceptable."

"Oh," I blinked. "That makes sense."

"He requests that you either go back to the room or join him in the hospital room," Albus said.

I was surprised at the silence of the class behind me. "And what if I don't want to do either?" I asked.

"I assure you that Lucius is not in either room," Albus said curiously.

"Umm," I rubbed my arm awkwardly. "Albus, I think I would like to go home."

"I beg your pardon?"

"I'm intruding and we know what causes my transformation. I can control it now. I don't need to be here. I think I'd rather just go home," I said.

"Okay, pack your things and we'll get you home as soon as there is someone that can take you," he said.

I nodded and left the room quickly. There I said it. Just stay committed to it. I took a deep breath as I came closer to Severus' room. I hoped George hadn't moved, so I still had a place to stay.

I stood dead in my tracks to see the woman in Severus' arms. He was happy, happier than he was with me. She was a lot prettier conscious. She had iced blue eyes, which I had wished my eyes always were. I swore her hair looked fuller than when I had seen it before and it was a nice blonde. It was probably soft, but I did not want to touch it. She had a figure, but was still not even close to the heavy side. I looked down at myself for a moment. Short. Sickly thin. Drained hair. Drained personality. She was laughing. One of those stupid contagious laughs too, even Severus was laughing. It was almost sickening how perfect she was. I had an advantage though. I had his child. At least I figured I was having it. Note to self, get pregnancy test. I quickly noticed that they were both staring at me. I smiled awkwardly. "Didn't you hear him?" she snapped. The first words the perfect woman said to me.

"No," I replied. "I didn't. Sorry. What did you say?"

Severus smiled weakly at me, but did not apologize for his friend's rudeness. "I asked if you could open the door for us," he dangled a key from his hand that was holding onto the woman.

I took the key, unlocked the door and opened it first for them. I'm sure I was cursing mentally, but it's not like anyone would have heard me. As I stepped into the room I realized how hopeless it was. The room was spotless, my suitcases were already packed for me and, as I followed them into Severus' room, I noticed that he had changed the sheets on his bed for her. I didn't think he ever changed the sheets for me. He whispered sweet things into her ear and I left before she could see my eye roll. She was watching me all the time. I looked at my suitcases and picked them up. I wanted Severus to know that I was leaving, but I did not was to interrupt. I was pathetic, his dog waiting to be let out. I lowered my head. Even if I had a child, he still wouldn't want to stay with me. He walked out of his room with a proud smile on his face. "Can you believe it?" he asked. "She's actually awake."

"I can't," I said, smiling weakly back.

He watched me for a moment. "You're not jealous of her, are you?"

"No," I stated, with confidence I didn't have.

"Good," he stated and stepped closer to me. "Then what is the problem?"

"I'm leaving," I said.

"Oh?"

"Well, you have... her," I said. "I'd just get in the way. Thanks for packing my bags though."

"You wouldn't get in the way. We haven't even finished the painting," he replied. "Julia will like you."

"Severus," I said, plainly. "I've always been the third wheel with everyone. I think it's time I find someone that I'm not going to bother."

"But you don't bother me," he swept me up in his arms.

I slid out of his arms. "I will bother Julia," I said. "Just remember to write me, okay? I'll keep you posted."

"Okay," he said. "I don't know how I could forgot."

He stood there for a moment, just looking at me. Neither of us really knew how to say goodbye. I usually just left without saying anything and he probably did the same. He hugged me, lifting me off the ground. "I'm going to miss you," he said.

It was simple. "I'll miss you too," I kissed his cheek.

If I was having a child, I doubted that he'd be interested in taking care of it, especially now that he is with a woman that he would actually want a child with. I raised my eyes for a moment. Julia was watching from the doorway. I couldn't believe her. She was glaring at me, supporting herself up with the doorframe. Severus set me down and blocked my view of her. He kissed my forehead gently and picked up my suitcase. "Do you need help out?" he asked.

Julia watched me across Severus' shoulder. I felt sick. "I'll be fine," I said, snatching the suitcase from him.

I rushed from the room, but he spoke, stopping me in my tracks. "Kali," he said. I turned around and tried to avoid Julia's hateful eyes. "I'll write, okay?"

I smiled weakly, fighting back sorrow. "Me too. 'Bye Severus."

"Goodbye, Kali," he said.

I nodded and walked off quickly. Lucius waited for me by the exit. "Done already?" he questioned.

"Yes," I said, with a slight sigh.

"Here is the bag of floo powder then," he handed it to me.

I took it, gratefully. "Thank you," I stated. I looked into his cold blue eyes.

"You can go now. Away from my son."

"May I ask you something first?" I asked.

"Anything."

"Who is Julia?"

Lucius laughed. "Oh god. She's awake?" he questioned. I replied with a nod. He snarled for a moment. "I put her in that damned coma. It was supposed to kill her. Severus' doesn't know and I'll slice your scaly throat if you tell him."

"I won't tell him," I said. "What possessed you to attack her?"

"She's more of a monster than you are, sweetheart. She's from the whorehouse. He, essentially, bought her. I don't know why he liked her the best. I'll never really understand that, but he did. She liked him and he liked her. I wouldn't say love, fuck, you treat him better than she does. He worships the ground she walks on and she's just a filthy slut. I wanted Severus all to myself, like he had you. I didn't want him to get hurt and I was sick and tired of hearing her moaning in the night when I wanted to talk to Severus. She always bitched to him about being a death eater, so he claimed he'd quit. Of course, I made damn sure that didn't happen and attacked her when Severus was patrolling the school. It was supposed to kill her, but Severus had his room charmed. I wiped her memory, so she wouldn't remember that I had attacked her. The bitch woke up. She wasn't supposed to ever return to him. He was supposed to be MINE!"

"How can you own a person? Don't you have your wife?"

"She's too busy with other stuff. Severus was mine. I would keep him tucked away in the little school, mine to play with whenever I wanted. Julia ruined everything and I was worried that you'd do the same."

"I don't think I'm anything special to him," I said.

"Damn straight," Lucius said. "I'm glad you accepted my floo powder though. As much fun as killing you would have been, Severus would have known it was me."

"Of course," I let him push me around. "I hope everything works out for you."

I walked away from him. "You as well," he said.

As I stepped into the fireplace, I wondered if I should have asked Lucius to wipe my mind. I stated the place I was told to say and tossed down the dust. I walked out of the fireplace like it was a normal thing to do and the man behind the counter acknowledged me as I left the building. I didn't walk for long when I reached George's apartment. I pushed the buzzer in with my thumb. "Hello?" a muffled voice asked me.

"Hey, it's Kali," I replied.

"Oh, I'll let you up," he stated.

I can't believe I didn't bring a key. I opened the door and walked up to my apartment. Knocking on the door was the only thing to really do. He answered it quickly and smiled weakly. "Hi," I smiled.

"Your back permanently?" he asked.

"Seems so," I replied, trying to squeeze in the door. "Is that okay?"

"Of course," his weak smile stayed on his pale face. "Did they find out what was wrong?" He seemed to be keeping me in the hallway.

"Enough," I said. "I'm really tired, can I just go in?"

He looked in the room for a moment. "In one second," he said. "Did you meet someone special while you were there? That Severus character seemed rather attached to you, not that I blame him."

"Cut the crap George, is someone in there?" I asked.

I tried to walk by him, but he grabbed me. "I know how you get when I have a boyfriend over. So I'm just telling you to hold on while he gets changed."

"CHANGED? Ew. What's taking him so long then?"

"He seems to be stuck."

"Stuck in what?" I raised an eyebrow. He smiled sheepishly and closed the door in my face. I banged on the door. "Maybe it's time for me to get my own apartment," I stated, not extremely loud.

There was no response. I opened the door and carried in my suitcase. I braced myself for whatever perverted thing was going on. I blinked. He was painting another woman. One I didn't recognize. "K-Kali," he said. "I can explain."

"It's not like you were cheating on me," I said. "Just give me what is mine and I'll find my own apartment."

The woman smiled at me, victorious. He's gay, you know. "No, no," George replied. "I want you to stay here. I want you to model for me. It's just, I needed to do more art and you weren't around. Narcissa was over anyway and volunteered. You're welcome to stay. I want you to stay."

"This relationship is unhealthy, George," I didn't look at him. I let thoughts of Severus pour into my mind. I would prefer to be a pet than to be nothing at all. "I can't stay here anymore. I can't even be here. Give me my money, my belonging and I'll be out of your hair for good."

"But you're not in my hair!" he set down his paintbrush. "People love you. I need you to be my model. She was just some side stuff."

"Side stuff?" Narcissa, the woman, spoke up in an angry fashion.

George nodded in her direction. "Your husband tripled the price, secretly of course, if I'd paint you."

"That bastard," she cursed.

"I thought it was rather sweet," he replied.

"I thought I was going to be big, like this whore," she pointed at me.

"Whore?" I stated. "You can't insult me in my own home."

"I thought you were moving out," she said.

"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not, but right now I still live here," I snarled. "And I want you out. I don't care how much your husband is paying George."

"Well, I won't model anymore anyway, if it's just for my damned husband," she said. "I can't believe that bastard did this."

"How can you treat him like that?" George said. "He was the sweetest man I had met. Maybe he was a little cold, but still nice. He went out of his way to look up my address and find me since you were so fond of my other paintings. Do you even realize the amount of work that he had put into this?"

"Too much," she shrugged. "He's not really interested in me and I'm not interested in him. Who knew he'd turn out to be a homo, huh? Just like you, apparently. It's always the cute ones."

She got up and went to leave. "Keep whatever gold he gave you. You put a lot of work into this painting, and my husband deserves to lose the money."

"Thanks madam," George nodded. She left quickly, without looked back and barely clothed. George turned to me. "Do you still want to move out?"

"Maybe," I replied. "I'll stay here for now though."

"Well, I'm going to go out to pick up more food then," he said, with a bright smile – the one I was used to. "Do you want anything?"

"Do you think you could pick up something for me?"

"Anything."

"Pregnancy test," I mumbled.

He nodded. "I don't think I'll ask until we find out, my dear. I'll pick up some extra food. Just toss whatever needs to be washed in the hamper, I'll get around to it."

"Okay, thank you," I said and slumped out onto the couch that the horrid woman had sat only moments before.

It was still warm. "I think I want to paint that when I get back," George smirked. "I'll see you later."

I watched him slide out the door, shutting it tightly behind him. It was just as messy as I had remembered and I didn't mind one bit. I opened my suitcase and took in the last smells of Hogwarts. It'd be the last of it. Severus. A knock on the door broke my train of thoughts. I stepped up to open the door. Harry stood in my doorway, nervously. "Hey," he said.

"Hi," I raised a brow.

"Did you find out yet?" he asked.

"My roommate just went to get a test for me," I said.

Harry nodded and looked around. "May I step in?"

"Sure," I opened the door wider so he could step in, closing the door behind him. "Don't you have classes or something?"

"I said I was checking up on you, and Dumbledore let me leave right away. It took me a minute to find the place though," he said with a smile.

I sat back down on the couch. "Oh," I said. "I'd offer you something to eat, but I'm afraid his last model ate it all."

"Do you know who this woman is?" Harry asked, looking at the painting.

"Narcissa or something like that," I said, closing my eyes.

There was a pause. "Anyway," he said. "I'd just like to say, if you need any help with the child, if there's a child, anytime I'll be there to help, even though it isn't my child or anything."

"Uh huh," I said. "Okay."

"What I'm trying to say is, I want to help you take care of it, if it does actually exist I mean."

"You're welcome to. George'd be a terrible father figure."

"George?" he sounded confused. "I mean. I want to be the father figure."

I laughed and opened my eyes. "You have to be kidding me. The famous Harry Potter chose a muggle?" I smiled. "Is this some sort of hidden camera thing?"

"H-hidden camera?" Harry looked quite nervous. "I-I'm s-serious, Kali."

"You're stuttering."

"It happens," he said.

"You really want to be there for my child," I said.

"If there is a child, yes," he said.

"Okay," I replied, with a smile.

Mrs. Potter. It'd sound like I was an effing cook.

A/N: Harry Potter? What the hell?? What WAS she thinking? Oh and I realize Lucius is OOC, but it's much more fun this way.

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