I was on my best behavior for the rest of the week. Snape can totally tell something's up. He is so frigging suspicious. Of course he has a right to be. I am planning my escape by the day. I don't care if I have to dig my way out. Ooh! No it would take to long. Dammit.

I glanced around the room looking for a sudden inspiration. Nothing here. I need to get out of here. I am having cabin fever, to the point that if I look at these walls anymore I will freak out. It got to that point the other day and I banged on the door until I was given a break and was "allowed" to clean the library. Snape watched me obviously afraid I was going to take a book and start doing a spell right there. I totally would but I don't need to be babysat! Plus he acts like it's a treat when I'm allowed to come out and clean. It totally isn't. Although I've started stealing his socks. I'll take one sock each load until there are no more socks. It's the perfect plan! He will think they get lost and I will never tell them where they go. I could give old Voldie a run for his money.

"Granger, take a break," Snape spat from behind the door. "I need you to clean the kitchen. Have you seen my socks when you were washing my clothes? Did you take them?"

"Yes, I stole your socks," I said sarcastically. Haha.

"I don't need your attitude," Snape snarled.

"But do you want it?" I asked mock-thinking.

"Just clean then I need you to go downstairs and serve the Death Eaters," Snape said shoving me out of my room.

"Fine but if Wormtail attempts to stick his hands under my skirt one more time I am going to kick his ass," I snapped. Seriously going down there during a meeting and not getting pregnant is a chore. I have never seen so many horny men in one place. Plus Malfoy jr. has taken a strange liking to me. He touches me and I am going to bend his finger so far back his wrist will snap.

"If he touches you, you graciously take it as a sign of maturity," Snape said for the umpteenth time.

"I don't what year you grew up in but if a boy stick his hand under your skirt without your permission it is usually a big NO-NO. Especially with me a mudblood. How dare his fingers graze such filth? I am surprised his fingers haven't shriveled and fallen off. He is now forever tainted. That poor man!" I cried. "Send him a fruit basket! Quick before he has any more emotional pain! Don't bother to care about the fact that I may not want his filthy hands crawling up my thigh. Probably the only time a girl has ever let him get up there."

After that statement something unbelievable happened. Snape snorted. I swear on my already doomed life. I was so shell shocked I stopped for an entire minute before following him into the kitchen.

"I need you to wash the dishes and place them out there buffet style," Snape instructed grabbing a pile out of the cupboard.

"Those are dishes I have already cleaned," I said not taking the heavy pile from him.

"I wish for you to clean them again," Snape said his eyes flashing in anger.

"Listen I get you have OCD but this is ridiculous. Who the crap is going to know I washed them yesterday?" I asked angrily.

"The Dark Lord," Snape said shoving them into my hands. I wasn't sure whether that was a joke or not.

"Are you joking?" I asked.

"I do not joke," Snape said again looking different.

"That I believe," I muttered. I put on rubber gloves and began to scrub the dishes with such a force I was surprised the coloring didn't peel off.

"You are going to ruin my china," Snape snapped as I tossed a dish into the strainer.

"I am going to ruin your china?" I snarled. In all my anger I threw a dish over my shoulder. "That is ruining your china! I am washing the dishes. If you do not like the way I wash dishes then get the hell out!" I screamed in anger. Snape just raised an eyebrow.

"I will forget that you just flung one of my mothers dishes at me and leave you be," Snape snarled.

"Pansy ass momma's boy," I snapped angrily.

"What?" Snape roared.

"I like your mothers dishes!" I said loudly. Snape knew that wasn't what I said. He stood there for a second trying to decide what to do. Swiftly, he turned on his heel and left. I rolled my eyes. He was beginning to bore me.

Twenty minutes later I was still getting things ready when I heard an all to familiar voice.

"Ah mudblood. This is what you should be doing," Malfoy Jr. sneered.

"Malfoy I am not in the mood!" I snapped shoving past him. I walked back over to the counter and reached up to get glasses. I felt a hand cup one my bum cheeks and then a whisper in my ear.

"You know I can get you out of here," Malfoy Jr. said silkily.

"I would rather rot here than have you help me," I said back. The grip on my butt became harder and grabbed his hand. "Get off of me."

"I don't think I'm ready to yet," he sneered.

I spun around and kneed him right in the crotch. He began to wheeze and sputter real awful things. I shoved him out of my way and grabbed a tray of sandwiches, that I did not make. I feel like I should be paid for this.

When I entered the living room everyone was silent and all eyes turned to me when I walked in. I got a lot of sneers and way too many winks. I put the tray down and walked back into the kitchen. Malfoy had disappeared thank god. He was replaced by Wormtail.

"Well if it isn't my favorite girl," he said sounding sloshed. He was standing by the back door. I noticed Snape was also standing by the sink.

"Oh is the trash taking itself out tonight?" I asked sweetly. Snape shot me a look that I swore held another smile. Wormtail looked angry but turned around.

"Granger what did I tell you about proper actions for a meeting such as this?" Snape asked coldly.

"I wasn't listening," I said pouring scotch into shot glasses.

"Well listen now," Snape said angrily. "You are not to man-handle any Death Eaters if you do not wish to be killed on the spot."

"You know what? If Malfoy attempts to touch my ass again I am going to hold him down until he passes out from his own cologne," I snapped jerkily filling the other half of the glasses with water. "I am not some sex slave for all the losers who cant get women of their own to fondle." I turned to stare pointedly at Wormtail.

"You are only alive because the Dark Lord wishes you so," Snape said once again his words could freeze lava. I stared into his dark, cold eyes and could see they were pleading with me to stop.

"Fine," I said stubbornly. "I am going to place these out there and I will be back. Don't you follow me," I snapped as Wormtail moved to follow. Snape gave me another cold look and shook his head at Wormtail who looked disappointed.

I walked out and placed the drinks down and left as quickly as I could. When I walked back into the kitchen Snape and Wormtail were still speaking.

"Snape a hostess should never leave her…his guests waiting," I said politely. I received another glare and smirk from Wormtail. "Will Vold-The Dar-, uh, Your Master be joining us tonight?" I finally asked. I didn't know what I was supposed to call him. With Harry and Ron we called him all sorts of things that would surely get me killed here. Snape looked at me in a way that suggested he knew I was close to calling him something else.

"No, this is just for us Death Eaters," Snape said and snapped at me to get him some water.

"Me too boppins," Wormtail said with a smile. I almost said no, but decided to just spit in it. I pretended to have a giant coughing fit and handed Wormtail the glass. I then just breathed on Snape's.

"So see Lupin lately?" I asked Wormtail conversationally.

"Granger," Snape warned.

"Right sorry," I said clapping my hands together once. I was anxious and not sure what to do. This is going to sound so weird but I don't like to leave Snape's side. He doesn't seem to want to hurt me and I am almost certain that if someone else tried, he would stop them. That is why I don't go up to my room. I am not going to get raped by some leech. That sure as hell is not on my To-Do list.

"If you insist on staying in here at least sit down," Snape finally snarled as I started to bounce about on my feet. I looked at him and sighed.

"Thank you," I said sitting down. I took a platter of vegetables and began to slice them with a butcher knife. Snape and Wormtail were silent for a moment when I felt a dirty hand sliding over onto my thigh. "If this knife were to slip from my finger and land in your crotch it would be considered an accident," I finally snarled. He took his hand away quickly. I was almost finished with the platter when Wormtail leaned over to me.

"I can get you out of here no problem," he slurred. I felt Snape's gaze on us.

"Hey Casanova?" I asked pushing his head off of me. "I already told you. Touch me and I will chop off your other fingers."

Wormtail got up looking angry. "How you managed to not kill this one I'll never know."

"Patience," Snape said coldly.

"And fear," I muttered. Snape looked over at me again and I lowered my eyes back to my 'creation.'

"The meeting should be starting," Snape muttered and heaved himself up. "I'll call you if I need you."

"I'll be waiting," I said sarcastically and sat back moodily. Wormtail winked at me and left the room. Now I had to wait. Last time no one bothered me. That isn't saying much. Last time Voldemort was here. Or as Harry likes to call him, Voldie Poo. I would never say that allowed for fear of being killed. Stupid meetings.

I began to wash the already dirty dishes when the kitchen door opened. Wormtail walked in looking excited. I tensed slightly. I really did not want to have to stab this man.

He walked over to me and grabbed my face.

"Let go of me," I said struggling against him. He just laughed and kissed me. "Please just let go of me."

I heard him unzip and that was when I panicked. He outweighed me quite a bit and both my arms were pinned at my side. I lifted my legs to push him away when the door slammed open again and Snape came in looking more angry then I have ever made him. This was saying something. I annoyed the crap out of him.

Anyways, he strode over to Wormtail and shoved him off. He turned to me and looked scared. "Did he hurt you?" he asked taking me by the arms.

I tried to contain a sob and shook my head. Snape grabbed Wormtail and punched him in the stomach. Then he threw him outside. I sighed in relief. Then there was a tense moment between me and Snape.

"Are you sure he didn't hurt you?" Snape asked me sounding sincere.

"I'm sure," I said trying to not to cry. That was the single worst thing that has ever happened to me. "I'm just shooken up. I'll be fine," I said trying to sound braver than I felt.

"Drink this," Snape muttered handing me a glass of some steaming drink. I gulped it down in one go. It burned my throat by I instantly felt better. Warmer.

"Thanks," I mumbled deciding I didn't want to know what it was.

"The meeting is over. You can go on up to bed. I'll clean up," Snape said not looking me in the eye.

"Ok. Thanks again," I said and then I did something that I would never consciously do. It was seriously whatever booze I had just ingested. Anyways, I kissed him. That's right I KISSED Snape. On the cheek, but straight from Lavender, it doesn't matter where you kiss a guy. He automatically thinks you're into him. I was just grateful.

He turned to me looking embarrassed and I just scampered up the stairs and into my room. After that I am never going to face him again. Then, for the first time in a month, I wished tomorrow was September.

A/N Please read and review.