A/N- Readers please forgive me for I know not what I do, I just never got the chance to ever update. But I didn't know that I would be this long, and write such a crap chapter as well. It's been like two months now hasn't it? Hope you like it, and I promise I'll update before the end of this month. Any of you reading My Saviour, that's being updated next week. Hopefully. Now on with the chapter.

I promise I won't hurt him. Not.

Siobhan walked down the stairs with a heavy holdall in her hand, her mind only on Harry. Why did he have to go and be so sweet for? He had left her speechless, and that was a difficult thing for her to be. He knew as well as she did that there was definetely some chemistry between them no matter how much she tried to deny it. She would have told him that she liked him the same way if she didn't have one hell of a problem. And as Siobhan wasn't concentrating on where she was walking she walked straight into that problem.

"Where are you going? I know I'm irresistible but I saw you under an hour ago. Keep that up and I might begin to think you really like me," Draco said as he made sure Siobhan hadn't creased his robes. Siobhan rolled her eyes and wondered why out of all the people she could have bumped into it had to be him.

"Don't flatter yourself, Draco. If it were possible I'd date you from a very safe distance. Say, about 200 miles minimum. I wouldn't like you if your name was Harry Potter," Siobhan retorted, not thinking about Draco's temper or rules. Draco's eyes flashed at Harry's name and he grabbed Siobhan's wrist twisting it round as much as he could without breaking it.

"What did you say? If I heard you quite correctly, you were comparing me to Potter. Care to repeat yourself?" Draco sneered as he watched Siobhan trying to wriggle out of his hold. He loosened his grip and waited for Siobhan to answer.

"I meant, yes Draco you are irresistible but I wasn't going to see you." Draco let go of Siobhan's arm, interested to know where she was heading. "I had a fight with Harry and I got suspended because I was already in trouble for alcohol possession. Whilst I'm gone, don't hurt Harry. It wasn't his fault."

"I'm not going to waste my energy. So, why weren't you going to bother and say goodbye to me? That's what my girlfriend does, alright? When she goes anywhere, she comes and says goodbye. Luckily, I ran into you. Next time there'll be trouble." He punched Siobhan in the stomach, and she doubled over in pain as it was the second time that day somebody had hit her in the stomach. Draco grabbed Siobhan by her hair and pulled her up. "And it'll hurt much, much more than that."

"Draco, let go of me. How am I meant to explain to my father if I come back with bruises all over just from saying 'goodbye' to you? I won't be your pretty pureblood if you beat me up will I? Just let go of my hair and then I can properly say goodbye." Draco let go of her hair, but as he did Siobhan kicked him in the shins bringing him down to the floor. She pinned his arms to the floor and straddled his body so that he couldn't move. "You listen, and you listen good Draco. You're the reason I'm being suspended. I may pretend to other people that we're madly in love, but we're not. And hurting me isn't going to make me like you."

"I swear, when I get up, you're going to have to pay. If you think that you can hold me down with such a weak grip, think again my beautiful." In one swift move he pulled his arms out of Siobhan's hold and kicked her off. Soon he was standing and held a hand out for Siobhan. She grit her teeth in anger and stood up ignoring Draco's hand. He grabbed her anyway and pinned her against the wall. They were in a well-lit area and anybody could have seen them but he didn't care.

"Once again, you're stronger than I thought. I have to stop underestimating you don't I? So, you've got me against a wall, in your strong manly grip, what are you going to do?" Siobhan asked slightly mocking him. If there was no way she could get out of this situation then she might as well enjoy herself. Draco leanedin and kissed her. Siobhan pursed her lips as he tried to go in for a snog. With that she was answered with a sharp tug of the hair. Opening her mouth to swear, Draco got in there.

'Yuck,' thought Siobhan as she let Draco slobber all over her, 'for a rich guy, and rumoured love rat, his kissing feels like being licked by a dog.'

"Miss McKay and Mr Malfoy, the hallwayis not a place for kissing," came a teachers voice. Draco pulled away scowling, and Siobhan subtly wiped her mouth. She looked up and was relieved that it was Professor Lupin. "Have you never heard of a room?"

"Yeah we have, it just didn't seem appropriate at the time," Draco answered glaring poisonously at Professor Lupin. "Because of that idiot Potter, Siobhan's suspended and we we're just saying goodbye. Have you got problem with that?"

"I do actually. And I have a problem with your attitude. Twenty points from Slytherin. Next time, you might actually think before you talk." Draco opened his mouth to say something more but Siobhan put a hand on his arm. She didn't want to be the start of a full-blown argument, and she knew Remus. He was likely to argue until he had nothing left to say. Draco looked at her with cold eyes but she smiled back bravely.

"Look, I'd better be going. It's only a week. Send me an owl if you want to talk or whatever. Promise me you won't hurt Harry whilst I'm gone alright?" Siobhan said sweetly, acting as if she really did care whether Draco missed her or not. Draco's grey eyes softened, and he nodded. Siobhan summoned all her willpower and gave Draco a quick kiss on the lips. "Now go before you lose Slytherin any more points." Draco kissed her back before leaving and continuing the way he had originally been going. As soon as he was out of earshot, Siobhan breathed a sigh of relief, and wiped her mouth and tongue with the sleeve of her robe ignoring the fact the Professor Lupin was staring at her as if she was mad.

"Is he that bad a kisser? I always thought Malfoy was a ladies man," Professor Lupin said, a grin on his face as he tried not to laugh at Siobhan's behaviour. Siobhan glared at him and shivered in disgust. It would be weeks before she could get that minty toothpastey taste out of her mouth. She liked the taste of toothpaste but it tasted like he practically ate it. At least it hadn't been onions. "Now do you care to explain why you're being suspended?"

"Can we walk and talk? I'm sort of late. Maybe then you give some of that god-fatherly advice," Siobhan said picking up her bag and walking towards the dungeons. Professor Lupin fell into step with her, and she started ranting on about her and Harry.

"You can't do that you know. Not only are you in the girls' dorm but you're going through her stuff. That is so incredibly rude," Parvati stated as she watched Harry rummage through Siobhan's trunk. As much as she wanted to, she couldn't be bothered to stop him. Lavender had left so that Siobhan couldn't say she hadn't tried to stop him.

As Harry moved he could feel the photograph in his back pocket. What on Earth did it mean? He knew that Siobhan had taken the album, but this had fallen out so there had to be more in the trunk. All there seemed to be in the trunk were clothes, clothes, clothes and more clothes. He found a picture of Siobhan and her mother, but that wasn't anything special. He threw it back in and carried on searching. Harry knew what he was doing was a breach of her privacy but if she wouldn't tell him, then that privacy just had to be violated. Finally, in one of the corners he felt a book. He took it out and the Alleluia Chorus went off in his head. This is what he was looking for. Her journal. Aware that Parvati was watching he opened the first page and started reading.

August 10th

I can't believe they're making me write a stupid journal. As if I don't have a lot on my plates with all these disciplinary hearings and my parole officer breathing down my neck every two minutes. He never goes home, does he? This is the shittiest idea they've come up with so far. A journal. Why don't they just get off my case anyway? I'm not that bad, just a little delinquency here and there. But maybe if I do one thing right my mum's going to stop sighing whenever I walk into the room, and that bastard won't have anything bad to say against me. As if that's going to happen. That bastard's always got something bad to say about me. I'm a walking disaster according to him. Here he comes now. I best stop writing before he decides to have a go at me.

August 11th

I'm leaving this shitty place. It's my home yes, but with him here I might as well live in hell. It's that bad. I don't know how I can write with this ache in my arm you know. But I got to write something or else it'll probably be taken as a breach of probation. What I'm going to do when he lays another finger on me is going to be a breach of probation. How come nobody takes me seriously when I say my home is the worst place to be? They believe Mr Fake Blonde over there. 'Siobhan is just a bad case of when children grow up without a strong fatherly figure' or 'Siobhan is just crying out for attention. We do our best to try and help her by giving as much love and support as we can'. What love and support? More like hate and more hate. Fuck. One of my bruises has turned yellowy-purple. I've got to do something about that.

August 12th

Only two days ago I started this journal, and I don't know what it's done for me. Don't keep your anger pent up, they tell me. And when I don't it only leads to trouble. Every time I open my mouth he's on my case. I don't like your tone Siobhan he says. Don't swear at me Siobhan. I won't tolerate this behaviour in my house. Oh, fuck him. It's not even his. It's mum's. If only she would wake up and smell the blood she might tell him just that. He gave me a pretty rough beating. It still stings and I've been lying on my bed waiting for the pain to go away for the past two hours. I bet I'm going to get in trouble for spending too long in my room. Wouldn't surprise me if he gave me a good kick for breathing. Damn, where's my father when I need him? Mum's always raving about that he'll be back to see what he's been missing, but he hasn't been back. There's days I wonder whether he's dead or not. Well, look who's back and he's drunk. I'm the one that's going to be dead.

August 13th

I've been home barely a week, and I'm getting ready to leave. Sure I'm going to break my probation, but if they listened to me, they'd know what's really going on. But who's going to believe Little Miss Junior Death Eater? When they catch me there'll be trouble but I can handle myself. Hopefully this time I won't be brought home in my first week of running away. I ran away on my birthday as well. Anybody would too if you weren't given any birthday presents and not even a 'Happy Birthday' was muttered becausehe thought it was best.He thinks that anything that makes my life living hell is best. I'm going. I'm taking my broom and flying out of this hellhole. I'm not taking this journal with me. It'll just add extra weight. Oh, here he is to give me my goodbye punch in the face. Ain't I so lucky?

The next page was blank, so Harry took it that she had successfully escaped. Though as he flicked through the journal he saw that the whole journal was like this. A couple of entries then a blank page possibly meaning that she had been away. Only towards the end of the journal were there less blank pages and more entries. Harry looked up from the journal and saw that Parvati was still there watching him as a predator watches his prey. Harry smiled at Parvati, put everything apart from the journal back in Siobhan's trunk before making his way to the door. But before he could leave the dormitory Parvati stopped him.

"I wouldn't take it if I were you. She has quite a temper if you hadn't noticed. Maybe you should talk to her instead of reading her private stuff. Imagine if somebody read your journal. How would you feel?" Parvati said before getting up and walking past him. As she walked towards the common room, Harry could hear her saying, "Even if I do hate the bitch, you have no right to read it."

Harry considered the pros and cons of taking the journal. The pros seemed to be more than the cons, but they had a worse effect. He could find out more about Siobhan but she could also end up hating him forever. Maybe if he confronted Siobhan with what he already had read, then she might break down and tell him. Or give him a hard slap before declaring that she would never in a million years trust him ever again. But he would have to wait a week and that seemed ages from now. Harry put his hand in his back pocket and felt the picture. He had to know more about this Emily and he wanted to hear it from Siobhan. Maybe if he was quick enough, he'd be able to catch her before she left school. Carrying the journal as if it was his prized possession, Harry ran as fast as his legs could carry him.

"Ouch. That stings you know," Siobhan said flinching as Snape expertly removed her navel piercing. She was sitting on the dark green sofa in his quarters, wishing that she had thought of the pain before getting the piercing. Snape ignored her comment and cleaned Siobhan's navel which was now swollen and red from being kicked or punched a bit too many times. He then added an antiseptic cream to reduce the swelling, but he didn't bother to tell Siobhan that it was going to sting like hell before he did it. As the first mm of cream came down on her navel, Siobhan screamed and pushed Severus away. "What part of 'it stings' didn't you understand?"

"It wouldn't sting if you hadn't got your navel pierced in the first place. Be grateful that it wasn't ripped out or something. Now let me put this on or tomorrow morning it'll be hurting you worse than it is now," Severus snapped, not showing the slightest sympathy. Well, he had a right to be moody. He was stuck with Siobhan for a whole week. Maybe a miracle would happen and McGonagall would change her mind. Siobhan relaxed, and let him put the cream on, flinching every time it came into contact with her skin. "So what was Remus talking about when he mentioned inappropriate behaviour in the hallway?"

"Draco decided that since I'd be away for a week, he'd give me a goodbye according to his terms. And that involved a lot of kissing," Siobhan answered shivering as she thought about the snog she had shared with Draco about ten minutes ago. A week from Draco would do her some good, but she needed to talk to Harry. It was awkward having to keep secrets, and carry it around knowing that you knew something that everybody else didn't. f only she could share some of that with Harry. Resting her head on Snape's shoulder Siobhan asked, "Why can't I tell anybody that you're my dad?"

"Because."

"Because is not an answer. Maybe if you told me why, I'd see why it's so important. Then I'd be able to keep my mouth shut without any risks of it just slipping out."

"Because you'd get bullied, and people would look at you and think 'Snape scum', and you'd be in danger all the time. Does that answer your question?" Those weren't the reasons and Siobhan knew it as well as he did. Siobhan just had to find out and she knew the perfect way although it could backfire.

Siobhan closed her eyes and cleared her mind. Severus didn't say anything as he thought she was going to sleep. It was a little more difficult to clear her mind with thought of Harry flying around, but she managed. Taking a deep breath she concentrated on Snape. In her head she visualised Severus in front of her. Then she visualised herself in the middle of a twister of some sort. Around her she could see images swirling past at an amazingly fast speed. Concentrating harder she visualised the images slowing down until she could see them clearly.

Snape watching a Quidditch game when he was still at school. He looked over and saw Sirius Black. Siobhan felt a powerful surge ofjealousy rush through her and remembered that Legilimency was the power to see memories and feel past feelings. She moved onto the next image.

Snape watching a big shaggy dog enter what looked like the Infirmary and walk over to a bed that had an occupant in it. The occupant was Harry. The dog then slowly transformed into a human. Sirius Black. Siobhan now felt hatred and envy all mixed into one. Siobhan moved onto the next memory that she could see clearly.

Snape with a wand up literally up his nose, and him sticking his wand into somebody else's face. Once again that person was Sirius Black. The feeling of envy left Siobhan and instead she felt intense hatred. As she prepared herself to go to the next image the images began to zoom around quickly. Soon she was back to visualising Snape, and then her mind went blank. Opening her eyes she looked up at Snape to find that he was smirking. So he had known she was in his mind. He had let her.

"Most impressive Siobhan. Didn't think you had it in you. Did you find yourself visualising or did you just see the memory?" Snape asked, proud that Siobhan had succeeded on her first try and curious to know what method she had used.

"I visualised the images in the form of a twister of some sort and then I made them slow down until I could see them. With the memories I could also feel the emotions," Siobhan answered, yawning as she was tired out from that. But before she retired to sleep she just had to ask. "Did you let me see the memories containing Sirius Black because they're relevant to why nobody can know I'm your daughter or was I the one drawn to those memories?"

"That's for me to know and you never to find out."

"Prof...essor...McGonagall. You've got...to...bring...Siobhan back," Harry panted as he burst through McGonagall's office. Professor McGonagall looked up from the essay she had been marking and scowled at the dishevelled looking Harry. What was he on about? She had just sent Siobhan 'away'. There was no way she was coming back because he said so.

"I'm sorry, Mr Potter but I don't understand. There was a reason why I suspended her, and if I'm not mistaken you had some part in it. Now why on Earth do you want me to bring her back?" she asked looking at Harry sternly. He held the journal behind his back and hoped that he would be able to persuade her.

"Because I let her take the blame. I started the fight and it was my fault that there was alcohol in our Common room. She should be here, not with her father, because she didn't do anything. Professor, you have got to bring her back." Harry knew that he was sticking his own neck on the line, but he knew that she would never suspend him. As Siobhan had said, he was the Boy-Who-Lived and sometimes it worked to his advantages.

"And why this sudden change of heart? Why get yourself in trouble when I believed that she was the one to blame?" McGonagall raised a curious eyebrow and Harry had to do some quick thinking. That was his problem. Rushing into things without thinking.

"I will be hated among Gryffindors, and Siobhan will never talk to me again. And aren't we always encouraged to tell the truth?" Harry answered just saying the first things off the top of his head. McGonagall certainly believed it because Harry spent the next two hours sharpening quills and alphabetically colour coding her files. That wasn't the end to his punishment either. Detention with Argus Filch, the grumpy caretaker for a week. For some reason he would have preferred to be suspended.

As Harry walked into the Great Hall the next morning for breakfast, he could feel all eyes on him. He either had a big spot on the end of his nose, or something had been written about him. Over at the Ravenclaw table he saw the leader of P.O.O.H wave excitedly and wave a magazine about. So it was something that had been written about him and not the spot just waiting to erupt. He sat down at the Gryffindor table and whispers erupted from the girls. Even Ron was looking at him strangely.

"What's been written about me now? And let me guess, by Rita Skeeter? Will that woman never let up," Harry asked Ron, helping himself to toast, egg and bacon. He was hungry after all that filling last night.

"Young Witch Weekly has got a new column, organised by P.O.O.H and called 'The Goss on Gorgeous Potter'. You are going to have a lot of jealousy from the boys and Siobhan from the girls who fancy you," Hermione stated a little too coolly. She took her copy of Young Witch Weekly from Neville (he enjoyed reading the Herbal section) and threw it at him. "Read."

"THE GOSS ON GORGEOUS POTTER"

by Rita Skeeter

This week in the new column about Harry Potter, our favourite wizard, we reveal the truth about his love habit. With a little help from Potter Our Outstanding Hero (P.O.O.H), Harry's number one fan club and a few of his classmates, we have been able to bring you a totally truthful news. Girls, get out your lip gloss, bat your eyelids, because we can bring you news that Mr. Potter is indeed single and looking!

Harry Potter, who attends Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and is in his sixth year has been said to be handsome, athletic and flirtatious. As the Captain and Seeker for his House Quidditch team, there is no denying that he is athletic. In fact, many of you wrote in asking whether you could get a topless picture of him featured in the magazine. Girls, we'll try but no promises! What wit being Quidditch Captain, the Boy-Who-Lived and incredibly handsome, it must boost his credibility with girls. 80 of you want to snog him senseless!

But before you do that, unless you have a liking for naughty boys (most of us do), you need to know about the girls he has in tow. Talking to his classmates, we have been able to distinguish four girls that he flirts with constantly but only one of them is actually available. Winning most of his attention there is:

Siobhan McKay- Fellow Quidditch team-mate and a somewhat close friend. She may be new to the school but Harry has wasted no time getting his hands on her. With subtle beauty, outgoing nature and kindness she caught not only Harry's eye, but Draco Malfoy's, also a Quidditch captain. Before she started dating Harry, they were often seen hugging, going on moonlight walks and even kissing. There are rumours that Siobhan is still seeing Harry behind Draco's back but Draco himself set the record clear. "Siobhan loves me too much to do such a thing. Harry was just a fling.' Sorry Harry, but Siobhan and Draco seem as solid as a rock.

She's followed by:

Hermione Granger- There has always been rumours about Hermione and Harry. Perhaps there is a little more to their friendship. Harry has always flirted with Hermione, but now it can be revealed that he was turned down. Hermione preferred Ron Weasley, and they are now dating. Despite this Harry can often be seen giving Hermione a flirtatious look which is often rejected.

Then comes:

Ginny Weasley- Fancying your best friend's sister is natural, but now when she's already going out with Dean Thomas, another Quidditch team-mate. She admits that she used to have a small crush on him, but now she's happy with Dean and looks at Harry more like a brother. Poor Harry. Number 3 and their all taken.

Finally, the only single one:

Debbie Lenis- The leader of his number one fan club, P.O.O.H, Debbie is already madly in love with him. They talk constantly, and they are friends but not as close as Hermione and Ron. When they talk Harry always gives off subtle signals, like he is unsure. Well Harry, if you're reading this, get out there and nab her before she's out of your reach. Just like the top three.

See girls, Harry Potter is a man who knows what he wants, when he wants it. Tune in next week for more goss on gorgeous Potter and see whether he does make his move. Debbie Lenis, everybody at Young Witch Weekly wishes you luck.

Harry put down the magazine and now understood why everybody was whispering. Just like when she had written in Witch Weekly about him and Hermione, he now apperentlyhad four girls at once. What a load of bull. Maybe Siobhan, but he would never make a move on Hermione or Ginny. He had only spoken to Debbie once. He had just learnt her name.

"You don't believe any of that stuff, do you?" Harry asked Ron who was chewing his bacon. That was strange since Ron never chewed his food. Just swallowed. Ron gave Harry a cold glare before swallowing.

"She's right about Siobhan, so why shouldn't she be right about the others? You can use your status to your advantage, whilst the rest of us can't. Even if it isn't true, it's hard not to see where she's coming from," Ron said coldly. Harry couldn't believe his ears. If on thought it was true, what stopped everybody else believe Rite Skeeter?

"I'm not going to say anything about it, but Harry, if I was you I would go into hiding and stay there until this dies down," Hermione said, taking Ron's hand lovingly. It was so obvious she was doing it to show Ron she only had eyes for him. "Because Malfoy is coming over right now and he doesn't look too happy."

Looking up, Harry saw Malfoy sauntering over, Crabbe and Goyle behind him as usual. Harry didn't know whether he should run and be called a chicken, stay and be killed or pretend to have gone deaf so he can't hear what is being said. Expecting to be given a knuckle sandwich, Malfoy sat down next to Harry.

"Alright Potter? I see you were reading this week's Young Witch Weekly. Interesting column about you, wasn't it?" Malfoy said as if he and Harry were good friends. Harry didn't know whether to answer or not so he just nodded his head. Malfoy took this as a sign and carried on. "Interesting as it may have been, it made my new-found relationship with Siobhan look bad. Now, I promised Siobhan that I wouldn't hurt you but after this, I'm just going to have to break that promise. Four o'clock. Today. On the grounds. You and me."

"I'll be there," Harry answered, but the minute Malfoy was walking away he cursed himself inwardly. He should have pretended to suffer from short-term memory loss. Then he could have 'forgotten' to show up. He had a feeling this was not going to be a fair fight. And if it was, there was no way he could fight Malfoy and win. After all, he had been beaten up by a girl.

All day as Harry walked past the Slytherins they would whisper menacing words like 'Your going down' or 'You're a dead man walking'. By three o'clock , Harry was beginning to get scared. He could face Voldemort any day, but Draco Malfoy was another story.With Hermione and Ron acting like love-birds to squash any rumours, he had no-one to talk to. He could owl Siobhan but McGonagall had told him that she would be here this evening. That would be the highlight of his day. The autumn sun shone in his eyes, temporarily blinding him as he stepped outside at exactly four o'clock. Once he focused he saw what he didn't want to see. Crowds had gathered to see them fighting. More like to see me dying Harry thought. The crowd parted to let him through and he saw Malfoy with his robes off, wearing only his shirt, tie and trousers. As he practised his punching, Harry could see bulging biceps and any hope he may have had fizzled out.

Out of nowhere appeared Debbie, with her fair blonde hair and blue eyes. She was no Siobhan, but she wasn't unfortunate looking. Without warning she slipped his robes off and his jumper so that he looked like Malfoy. Minus the bulging muscles. He tried to back quietly away but was pushed forward by the crowd. Debbie saw his fear and gave him a light kiss on the cheek.

"Good luck my hero," she said softly before standing back, so that she was one of the crowd. Harry definitely needed luck right now. Where were the teachers when you needed them? The crowd had made a circle and he walked into the centre. He gulped as Malfoy walked towards him with a sneer on his face.

"Any last words Potter? No, I guess I'll just start now. And after this, I hope you release not to go anywhere near Siobhan," he said warningly, clenching his fists and preparing to punch.

Before Harry could do anything, a first punch had landed on smack bang on his nose.

A/N-Ouch, that's gotta hurt. Bet you didn't expect that did you? And Snape got his miracle. Siobhan's back next chapter and will she tell Harry the truth (if only the characters in this fanfic new the meaning? Well, review and find out!