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A/N: ... umm... looks around I forgot to add why she likes snape and hates dark colors. ur right gwen. thanks for pointin that out. HAPPY BDAY AGAIN GWEN! (Oh I am so stupid.)

Chapter 11: So Lucky

Drip, Drip, Drip...Patter patter..Drip, Drip, Drip..

Rain.. The Earth and Sky decided to drop rain on a day I planned to walk outside. How ironic. Just as much as I hate dark colors, I hate rain. Which reminds me, Snape is always in black. Yet I like him..err...have the hots for him. The hell is going on with me? It certainly isn't myself to despise dark colors. It just kind of happened. Wait..I'm not myself anyways. God, this is so confusing. I think I only like him because he is the hottest thing in the universe, and is allowed to wear whatever and still look steamy. That's why his dark clothing doesn't bother me.

I'm so confused with myself. How did I get into a school of magic? What the hell? I think I'll just go back to sleep.

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Yawn

That's it..Time to move. I'll go to the library. I got out of bed and changed into a red top with a white skirt. It was the only other light colored skirt in the clothing trunk. Not just that, but I love skirts. Pacing down a few floors, I eventually found my way to the library. When I entered, The librarian gave me a funny look. In fact, anytime I'm in here she gives me funny looks. I don't understand why.

Paving and searching my way to the horror section of the library, I found a book that gave me goosebumps. I began to read it while sitting on the floor, leaning against the bookcase. The first few pages of the book scared me half to death. Nearly killed me. I gave up reading and put the book back. No way was I going to continue reading a book that made me want to hide under a rock.

"Maranda! There you are!" I heard Ron's voice echo from down a hall.

My eyes focused on two images running towards me, "Hey guys." I greeted.

Hermione and Ron stood before me, catching their long gone breath.

"Shouldn't you both be in som class now?" I queried.

Hermione shook her head, "Professor Dumbledore announced today was a half day because of a Quiddich game."

"A what?" My questions were getting annoying.

"Quiddich game," Ron retorted, "..A Quiddich Game is only the most important thing in school!"

"Don't listen to him, Maranda. Quiddich is important, but not deathly important. Now, If you listen closely, I'll explain it to you." Hermione stated.

Ron, Hermione, and I walked down the hall slowly as they both explained the game to me. They also asked if I would watch it with them, and I accepted the invitation. Who would it urt if I watched a little game? Besides, I had nothing better to do.

A few minutes later, Hermione and Ron ran off to get ready for the game. I was comfortable in my clothes, so there was no point in changing. I walked down to the first floor to wait for my friends to meet me. Our plan was to let me follow the Gryffindor people I knew to the field. It was rumored by Ron thatwe sit way up high for our seats. I'm afraid of heights just a tad...Just a tad..

Thud

"Oh, Miss Maguire, I am utterly sorry for bumping into you. I didn't see you standing here. Plus, my attention was wavering about." Professor Lockhart helped me up from the ground where I previously fell over due to collision with him.

"It's ok," I forgave him, "Don't worry about it, Professor Goldilocks." Sheesh, where were the Three Bears when I needed them?

Lockhart corrected me, "Uhmm...It's Lockhart, not Goldilocks."

"Yup..Got it." I wanted to stop talking already. Goldilocks was getting on my nerves just standing there.

He got a hint and walked away after blurting, "Goodbye."

Becoming a little sick of waiting around, I started to walk in large circles. While doing so, I peered around a corner and saw Draco and Veronica whispering to each other behind a large, concrete pole. I could barely make out anything they were saying.

Draco whispered, "...She'll never know..."

"...Piece of...Little Bitch..." Veronica had a dirty mouth.

Draco looked around suspiciously like he was going to get caught or in trouble for something. He then got closer to Veronica and mumbled something seductive. How could I tell? Veronica's face seemed pleased and happy. Her eyes closed and she sighed soothingly. Then I went back to my waiing spot, hoping Hermione or someone would appear soon.

Between sexy professors, hormone-ridden teens, and dark corners, you start wondering what goes on at night. As I thought on the subject, Hermione and Ron finally ran up to me.

"Sorry we kept you waiting." Ron appologized.

Hermione was going to say something when she noticed a couple of people against a wall, whispering into each other's ears.

"Uhh..Yeah I saw what you're looking at before. I think they should get a room." My bluntness didn't help Hermione's raging temper.

She sprinted over to Draco as Ron and I watched from the background.

"What are you doing with Veronica, Malfoy?" Hermione sounded funny when angered.

Draco smirked, "Telling her what a sob story you are."

"I don't think you are the least bit humorous, Malfoy." Ron shouted from his spot next to me.

That's when Draco noticed I was here. He yelled, "Go away, Maguire. This show is not for young children like you."

I had no idea what he was talking about. Hermione slapped draco's face extra hard and Veronica stared gapingly.

"How dare you strike Draco!" Veronica shouted, "He has done nothing to harm you!"

Hermione repeated irascibly, "Nothing...nothing? He has done nothing to hurt me? He has betrayed my best friend while she is vulnerable and gullible, thus hurting me. Don't you ever say he hasn't hurt me!"

Before a blink of an eye, Veronica and Hermione were fighting. Draco ran down the opposite end of the hall and Ron went after him. I watched fearfully as Veronica tugged hard on Hermione's long hair. Then, Hermione pushed Veronica onto the floor, wrestling with her. I paniced and speedingly glanced around for something to help the fight stop.

Veronica and Hermione screamed and clawed at each other while rolling carelessly on the marble floor. I gasped as Hermione's nose was punched, causing it to bleed. A yelp of pain escaped Veronica's askew mouth after her face was scratched badly. Yelling and shouting still continued, and neither Ron nor draco had returned.

"What is this infernal racket! Miss Granger, Miss Watson, stop fighting this instant!" Snape's once soft, seductive voice was now horribly coarse, worse than infuriated, and utterly disturbed. He pulled Hermione, who was on top of Veronica, up from the floor and told Veronica to stand up.

Veronica fixed her hair and panted for breath, "She started it."

"No I didn't you little..." Hermione was going to swear, but instead she wiped the blood from her nose.

"I don't care who started it, girls." Severus glanced at me and then let go of Hermione. He shot his icey glare at them, "You both have detention tonight for fighting on school grounds."

"But Quiddich-" Veronica argued.

Sexy Snape's voice came back, but still irritated, "I don't give a flying broomstick about Quiddich. You both have detention and that's it!"

"Professor.." I interjected, "It honestly wasn't their fault. Draco was fighting with Hermione and ran off.. That's when-"

"Of course," His anger spilled on me, "No matter if you lost your memory or got eaten by a dragon, Miss Maguire, you always have some say in a bad-timed situation. Why don't you just go back to the Hospital Wing and get some medicine to retrieve your memory? Then you'll remember how much trouble you were in with me not too long ago and you'll shut your trap!"

Hermione gasped, Veronica hid a laugh, and my eyes teared up. Where was the hot, sexy man I knew? Who was thismean old grump that just leashed out madness at me? A few tears rolled down my cheek and continued to softly drop.

Snape hit his own head with the palm of his hand and cursed, "Bloody Hell, why do I always get stuck in these bloody messes? Miss Granger, calm Miss Maguire down and then come to detention. Miss Watson, you go straight to detention with me."

My crying stopped when Snape walked away. Hermione patted my back and declared, "You are so lucky you don't have a clue what's going on."

Ron came dashing towards us, "Draco...Draco beat me. He ran all the way to the Quiddich field to get ready to play. Madame Hooch wouldn't let me in. What happened?"

Hermione rushed her explanaition to Ron, and then she rushed herself to detention. Ron and I decided to go to the game by ourselves despite the activites we just encountered.

Hermione's words..So lucky I don't have a clue what's going on...If only I really felt lucky, not lost.