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A/N: ...sob...

Chapter 13: The Father Of The Ferret

After spilling my guts to Hermione and explaining what happened, she told me everything that went on during the week. This included my amnesia. Merlin, why do the stupidest things strike me? Falling off my broom and being knocked out? I mean, come on God, cut me some slack. Anyways, I am recovering well from the Draco...ahem...the Ferret thing. He and I are ignoring each other which is what we did last year. So, I'm already used to it.

My life is back to the way it used to be. My outlook on love is still, (not like it ever changed) negative. I still don't believe in it. Why should I? I have no proof against my beliefs, there is no changing my mind.

A whole weekend goes by and I do nothing but vegetate with Hermione by reading and studying with her. She gave me all of my make up work and she helped me on it. Today, Monday, I have to go back to my normal schedule of being put down by Snape, teased by Ron, and hated by many. Speaking of Snape, Hermione told me of my crush on him, which seriously disturbed me. Guess Ron's teasing got to my unconcious self. Maybe he'll stop teasing me from now on.

Breakfast was already being eaten when I arrived to the Great Hall. I sat in my normal seat next to Hermione and across Harry and Ron, grabbed some juice, and acted as if nothing wrong went on with me.

"Glad you're back, Maranda," Harry spoke between crunches on bacon.

I thanked him and added, "Ya know, I really don't like the idea o having no control over what my body does or say for a week. I think it's downright horrid and unfair."

"Experts say," Hermione nudged in, "That while you are unconcious or have amnesia, your real desires and wishes show through."

"So what?" I inquired.

Ron laughed, "So you really must like Snape deep down!"

"I don't think so, red-head!" I felt an attitude coming on. This wasn't a good thing because Defense Against the Dark Arts was first. I didn't want to cook any poptarts today.

"Ron," Scolded Hermione, "You promised no more teasing!"

Nodding, Ron said, "I just wanted to make Maranda feel like she didn't miss anything good. Teasing her is the only way her and I communicate anyways."

"Doesn't have to be that way red-head," I frowned and took a sip from my juice.

The remainder of breakfast the four of us talked about the upcoming test in Potions. Supposedly we have a test today, but Hermione doesn't believe that Snape will give me a break and let me take it later. I don't think he will either; Thus my constant studying in spare time. Hopefully I won't fail. Oh, and I also have to turn in my make-up work today. See, I can't grasp the consept of having make-up work when I practically wasn't even alive. I mean, I was a walking vegetable who had some nasty attraction towards a teacher and liked taking naps a lot. It's not me I tell you!

Placing myself in my Defense Class seat, Poptart walked over to me cautiously. Hermione said that while I was under my amnesia influence, I called Gildey Goldilocks. Come to find out, I like the name. So not only is he a Poptart, but also Goldilocks. Thank you insignificant character that took over my body while I was almost dead, Thank you!

"Miss Maguire, are you all caught up on your work?" Gildey-pops asked me showing a fake smile.

I glared at him as though I could scare him away, "Yes, I did.. I already passed it in. It's on your desk."

"Just checking," He blurted, shrugging his shoulders innocently.

Lockhart went back to roaming the room while everyone took their books out. I searched the room quickly, noticing I hadn't heard Malfoy the Ferret's loud, obnoxious voice lately. I turned to face Hermione and asked where she thought Draco went, but she only replied with "Hopefully off a cliff."

Before I could say anything in addition to Hermione's wishful insult, Headmaster Dumbledore entered the classroom. This made the entire class hush, and Lockhart sprint to Albus. Whispering went amongst the two adults, but this didn't make anyone's attention leave them. A shadowy figure appeared behind Dumbledore, and then became visible to me.

The man stood tall, proud, and seemingly intimidating. He would probably get along with Snape. Light blonde hair swept to the back of his shoulders as his hazel eyes stared into the room, searching for someone. Dumbledore said one final statement to Lockhar, and then the worst happened.

"Maranda," Lockhart turned to face me, "The Headmaster would like to speak with you for a moment."

Now my question was, Why was it always me who had to get nito some trouble? Honeslty, what was God's plan for me? All I ever did was get into trouble..

My legs made me stand up, even though I didn't want to, and they walked themselves and my body over to the strange man and Dumbledore. Dumbledore motioned for me to walk outside the classroom with him, so I did. I would never try and make any problems between Dumbley-dore and I. He's too respectable. However, this strange man, who was giving me a dirty look, could be another person not to get along with. The way he looked at me made we want to both stab him and call him a pervert. I can't tell if he's staring at me in disgust or lust. Either one is wrong.

"Miss Maguire," Began Dumbledore, "This is Mister Lucius Malfoy, Draco Malfoy's Father."

My day was now slowly incinerating. Lucius reached out his hand and I took it in a quick shake. He half-smiled, as though he was trying to hide something. Dumbledore smiled heartily as always, and nodded for no apparent reason.

I still yearned to know why I was meeting Lucius, the Father of the Ferret.

"It is positively grand to finaly meet you," Lucius complimented suavely, "I know my son has had some problems with you, but I for one know it was his fault. He has a bad disposition for hurting his girlfreinds. In time, he will probably start to talk to you again. Until then I have a minor problem. I don't know if you've noticed, but Draco wasn't in classes today."

Trying to think of why Draco's absence pertained to me, I questioned Lucius, "...Yes, I know, and the point? Sorry, but I don't see what this has to do with me."

Dumbledore watched as Lucius changed his smile into a slight irritated frown, "My son, Draco, says he cannot concentrate with you in class. He says he gets too angry and too upset to think while you're nearby. So, I had to come down to the school to see what Headmaster Dumbledore and I could figure out."

Everyone in school knew Dumbledore didn't get along with Mr. Malfoy, but I didn't see any problems yet. As he was going to continue speaking, Dumbledore found it was time to step in with some words instead.

"We have gone over every possible answer in our minds to come to the conclusion that one of you, either Malfoy or yourself, has to change schedules. Hence, you will not be in classes together; Therefore, no problems will occur. Now, the question is, who will be willing to change classes?"

After Dumbledore's confession, he looked at me with hopeful eyes. No way was I going to change my classes and leave my only friends! No flogging way!

Oggling at me with the same indecipherable eyes as before, Lucius added, "It would be much appreciated if you willingly changed your schedule. However, if you don't want to move, I understand. The only problem with you not moving is pursuading Draco to."

Suddenly, I felt corrupted and tricked. My thoughts of moving into a class with no one to befriend was unjust and frightening to me. I already survived through a year of trying to find some friends, so there was a slim chance I would adjust my comfort zone without threats or force. I shook my head unwillingly, for my body always ended up taking over my actions. I never really got to think before I did anything. Or spoke for that matter.

"The thing is," I spoke on my behalf, "If I moved out of the classes I had now, I wouldn't be near the three friends I had. Knowing me that isn't a smart predicament because I'll be forced to transform back into the person I was when I first came here. You really don't want a quiet but insane teenage female running about the castle. Trust me on this one. If you don't believe me, ask Professor Snape. I'm sure he has some really great comments about me."

Again I push the fact that I do not think before I speak. This has been a problem since I entered Snape's class for the first time with an attitude. The exception here, in this very hall outside of Defense Class, was I began to have a quick response with a man I never met before. Not only that, but a man who fathers my despised nemesis.

"We have to resolve this somehow." Lucius smirked, "I wouldn't want a nice female like yourself have to go through the torment of being the new girl yet again. After all, there must be another way out of this problem without moving you two. Is there any way you would forgive him and perhaps become an aquaintance?" His smirk collapsed into an emotionless look.

My mouth trembled at the thought of being friends with a scumbag like Draco, "I don't think I would have the will power not to fight with him if that were the case. He hurt me, and no offense, but I hate him right now."

"That's understandable. I know how it is to have a broken heart," Louder words softened into sensitive whispers from Lucius' lips, "and my dear, I know it hurts."

Alas, Dumbledore inserted a few words, "I promise you, Miss Maguire, that we will talk to Draco. Thank you for takin the time to speak with us. You may return to Professor Lockhart's class, though I'm sure it's almost over. Thank you once again for cooperating as much as you could."

My attention was now on Lucius, who reached his hand out for one final shake. I threw a smile on my face to seem amiable enough to the man who winked and said farewell to me before following Dumbledore elsewhere. Damn, the quote "Like Father, Like Son," is completely and utterly wrong. Too bad Draco had no manners like his father. Yet, maybe it was just all an act...

Who really knows anymore if anyone is being themselves? Who really knows...?