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A/N: Ok..I'm weird I know.. but the plot is thickening now..the last chap was pure amusement. oh..HAPPY B DAY GWENNY

Chapter 9: Goldilocks

I awoke in the same hospital wing bed that I had fallen asleep in not too long ago. Madame Pomfrey, or Pom-Pom, helped me up to the...what was it...common room for Gryffindors.. Whatever that meant. She explained everything to me on the way there; Told me about each house that students were sorted in and such. Pretty complicated, but everything was at this point.

Pomfrey told me the password to enter. Now in the Gryffindor Common Room, I found a couch and layed across it. Then I realized I still had on a very ugly, black dress. I hate this color. I sat up and looked around the room. There were two sets of stairs near the back of the room. The first set had a little sign that said, "boys," with a little arrow pointing up. The second set showed a sign that read, "girls." Being the nosy, curious girl that I am, I walked to the girls' staircase and climbed it. Atop was an entryway to a large area of beds and bathroom to the side. It was a dormitory. I studied the room, finding my name displayed on a paper taped to a bed not too far from me. I approached it, reading my name again on the paper. I ripped the paper off, and looked at the surrounding area.

I noticed a trunk under my bed, and pulled it out. Rummaging through the apparel, I finally found a nice skirt and shirt set. Running into the bathroom, I changed into a short, pink skirt and white, lacey top I found. Very girly looking, but very pretty. The top showed some of my midriff, but not enough to change. I pulled my hair out of the ponytail it was in, letting the straight hair fly around freely. I added a few random braids around my head and smiled to myself in the mirror. What on Earth was I doing in a black dress?

I walked back down to the common room, realizing it was 7 a.m. The Hermione girl I met a little while ago came downstairs from the dorms and told me to follow her to breakfast. She looked at me as though I were a hooker... I didn't show that much stomach!

We entered an enormous hall that had four, very long, very large tables. A long bench matched the length of the tables as well. There were unnumerable amounts of food and students in the hall. It didn;t make me hungry; The sight made me feel a tad ill.

"Come sit down next to me, Maranda." Hermione beckoned.

I sat down near the front of the room, where the teacher's table was close.

Grabbing some toast, I blurted, "Is this how the hall is every morning?"

Red-head Ron answered me quickly, "Yes, The Great Hall is like this every a.m."

"Oh.." I took a bite of toast and searched the teacher's table with my eyes. There he was, the hotness of all hotness...Snape..

Hermione asked me, "What are you looking at?"

Turning to her, I giggled, "That hot guy up there..Snape..."

As though a nuclear missle went off, everyone at the table stopped in dead silence and glared at me.

"You're kidding...Right?" Harry, the scar boy, questioned.

"About what?" My questioning his question made him gulp.

Hermione coughed, "You," she stuttered, "You..you don't like Snape, do you?"

I nodded and giggled again.

"I want the old Maranda back!" Ron sobbed, "What the hell! Why did she have to fall off her damned broom. Damn females doing everything wrong by mistake."

"Ron! Be nice!" Hermione yelled back.

I just continued to laugh under my breath. Who knew I could cause so much trouble by liking someone?

Breakfast ended, leaving me hopelessley attatched to Hermione, who led us to our first class, Defense Against The Dark Arts. If that had to do with defending someone against dark colors, I was in. I hate dark colors, for they remind me of depression and angst. Life is only here for hapiness and pleasure..Not depression and silly, sad stuff.

Hermione and I entered the classroom, and she pointed out who our professor was.

"That is Professor Gilderoy Lockhart." Hermione explained, "He's too perky and thinks everything is peachy all the time. Way too happy and easygoing if you ask me."

I sat down next to this kid named Seamus. Hermione told me I always sat next to him in class. Has anyone told Seamus he looks like a caterpillar?

"Welcome to class everybody!" The perky teacher exclaimed, "I see that our Maranda is back in class. How do you feel, Maranda?"

I raised my eyebrows, "I feel alright, Professor Goldilocks." The class laughed.. Oops, it was Gilderoy Lockhart, not Goldilocks..Right?

"Erm.." Gilderoy faked a smile, "That's Professor Lockhart, my Dear. Anywho..."

He trailed off in a speech about today's lesson plan and I realized the icky Goldilocks called me Dear. Class went on, and I had no idea what anyone was doing. We were expected to protect ourselves from this little creature called a Fire Imp. Like I knew what to do with my wand! I didn't even know how to wave it around correctly, let alone use it! Goldilocks left me alone for the rest of class after I complained that I didn't know what I was doing. He told me I could have a free period in his class until "The real me came back."

God, Gilderoy didn't have to confuse me lik this; He got me thinking where my memory went, and what my past was like. Soon, I had a killer headache. The bell for next class only killed my head even worse. I followed Hermione yet again, but this time through the cold dungeons of the castle. We had Potions next.

As I walked into the Potions classroom, I saw my beloved! Snape was my Potions teacher! Yipee! I would be even happier if I knew what the hell Potions Class taught. If it had anything to do with Love Potion Number Nine, I would definitely use some on my sexy Snape.

What headache?

I crossed my legs as I sat next to Hermione in the front of the class. Snape glred at us evily and coldly, but it had no affect on my good mood.

"Miss Granger," Sexy Snape Started, "You know very well that you and Miss Maguire aren't supposed to sit together. I understand, though, about her problem. You are probably just trying to help her. It's alright for now, but you two aren't working together when she gets her memory back. Understood?"

I nodded despite he was only talking to Hermione. She nodded as well and said, "I understand, Professor Snape."

Perhaps Snape had just noticed what I was wearing, for he gave me a look as if he was going to blurt, "Put some damned clothes on already!" I didn't know this belly shirt would be so unacceptable.

"Miss Maguire," Snape addressed me, "Maybe you need to check a mirror before you leave your common room..?"

Aww, I got his attention.. YES! That was the purpose of wearing this shirt. No, it really wasn't the reason, but now it is.

Severus cleared his throat and began to teach class. I read along with Hermione since I didn't have my books with me. I had forgotten that I would actually have to learn something in a classroom. I was probably too busy thinking about the greatest professor in the history of the world, Professor Snape. What a great name too.

My headache returned when the class was told to make a potion from the textbook. What the heck was I supposed to do when I had no clue of the slightest thing. I wanted to cry. I wanted to cry so much.

"Miss Maguire," Snape's velvet voice came from my side. He was hovering over me, "You don't have to perform any of these assigned projects if you do not feel comfortable. As long as you attempt to remember your bookbag tomorrow, I will forgive you. I do have a question for you though."

"What is it, Professor?" I blushed like a tomato.

He pursed his lips and sneered, "I want you to let me know when you have a headache. Madame Pomfrey told me to give you a headache potion when you felt it necessary. Do you have one now?"

"Yes," I admitted and blushed harder, "I do have a God-awful headache."

Snape walked away, towards a door in the very front of the room. He entered whatever-was-behind-the-door and came back with a flask full of liquid. The door must have led to an office of some sort. Or maybe his bedroom. Ooh..I should go in sometime. NAyways, he gave me the flask and told me to drink from it. So, I did. After a minute or so, (Snape was back at his desk by then) I felt an icy feeling overcome my head. Then, my headache disappeared.

Thank God for smart teachers.

Class was almost over, and everyone was cleaning up their mess. I felt really tired all of a sudden, and really lightheaded. I stood up, and saw everything go blank.