Disclaimer: I own nothin but my plot and chars

A/N: I'm slow. oh and guess what. after this chap I have to be a bitch, My parents are bringing me to New Hampshire for less than a week, and I have no lap top. BUT I will WRITE OUT the chaps and type em when I get back. So no real loss cuz I will have more chaps when I get back. I don't know why this fic is taking so long, but I thank everyone for putting up with my slowness. How Ironic, slow is in the chap title. Sarcasrtic yay inserted here.

Chapter 14: So Slowly

The week progresses with no failure to depress me. Draco became too stubborn for his own good, and Lucius, his father, won't even let his son change schedules because his behaviour doesn't deserve reward. Supposedly, Draco involved himself in a major fight with both Dumbledore and his Dad. As punishment, which I find somewhat offensive, Draco must stay in the classes he has with me. The better part of the punishment, though, includes Draco and a dirty bthroom that has to be cleaned with no magic for three nights straight. I am thrilled to hear this news...Ferret deserves nothing but punishment and pain. Too bad I can't give either to him.

I know the winter season is approaching; My body shakes with chills and I can no longer wear summer/fall clothing. This plain sucks. I just wish I could do something to get back at the Ferret Boy Wonder. I know revenge isn't right, but it's pretty much the only act of cruelty I can laugh after doing; Unlike fighting with Snape, which doesn't make me laugh unless I win the fight. Well, I don't really laugh in that case, just feel satisfied with my triumph. Who wouldn't feel pleased after making an ass out of an ass? I mean, yeah Snape had his nice points in my last year or so of knowing him, but all in all he is a jerk-off bastard. (Pardon my language.)

Now, seeing as my sharing of classes with Draco hasn't ended, I have no reason not to plan something to emberass him, or at least have a fullfilled feeling from killing his mood. Perhaps I'll stumble upon a useful spell to turn him into a real ferret! I should search for a spell...

...Maybe not.. Waste of time...

Charms class can be so simple sometimes, but this year has been tough for me. I have no idea why, but I'm losing my ability, or so it seems, to concentrate. Especially in Charms and Potions class. Although, no one blame's the lack of concentration in Potions; Who wants to listen to hissing all day? I think my mind needs to chill the hell out already. Wow, I'm cussing a lot aren't I? Oh bother.

Like I was saying, my mind is flying all over the place like a magic carpet on drugs! I think my mind is going to explode and incinerate into a million pieces. Know why?

Because I think way too much.

McGonagal is now irritated with me...Not only is my brain dysfunctional, but I can't turn water into carbonated juice. Who does she think I am, God? Look I can turn water into wine! Not!

"Ms. Maguire, I am not pleased with you today."

What's new?'

"You sit there, indifferently now, but wait until you see your grades later on." McGonagal warned as she passed out a quiz to us. I wasn't prepared.

Oh well.

Wow, time is very slow when I have a test or quiz. I only have eight out of twenty questions answered, and there's only ten minutes left of the time given to take the stupid quiz. Whoever made time should be hanged, or at least hurt really bad. True, they are probably dead.. So what? Dig the grave up and punish the loser!

I am really overeacting a lot lately.

At last, I finished the quiz and frowned as I realized Potions is next. Why do I always have trouble in there? Personally, I wasn't ready to see the poisonous Snakey-Snape right now. I'm in a fighting mood, and we all know it's not a good sign.

"Settle down now, or else every single one of you will have detention for the rest of the year!" Clearly, Snape was in a fighting mood too..

Should I speak?

"Today," He went on uncaringly, "we are having a test on the last two chapters we've read. I know we just had a test, but I feel that your class in particular needs to take another one. If anyone questions my choice for another test, you will be punished immediately."

What is the special occasion, Kill Maranda With Tests Day? The last two chapters I barely knew because I was practcally dead during that time! Hermione and I went over it, yes, but my mind is losing itself. My brain is hurting from the malfunction! I can't bear it any longer!

"Professor Snape?" I raised my hand impatiently.

The Snake slithered near me, ordering me to put my hand down.

"What is it, Maguire? You aren't going to fall off your seat and get amnesia, are you?" Apparently, I wasn't the only one who wanted to unleash aggression. However, I was the only one who didn't find Snape's joke funny. All the Slytherins began to chuckle.

I let out a sarcastic laugh, "No, Professor.. However, I was wondering.." What was I getting myself into?

"Well? Spit it out, Maguire!" Shouted Snape shortly.

My mouth suddenly felt dry, and my tongue went numb. "..." I didn't know what to say, for my fear of Severus was growing, and I wasn't used to the sudden ill feeling around him.

"Maguire, you are wasting class time. What is your malfunction?"

-My brain for one.- "I need to use the bathroom!" Wow, I am so stupidly afraid to make up a believable excuse.

Giving in, Snape stated, "Fine! Go, but be back immediately. I am not waiting for you to start handing out tests."

Leaving my seat, I went out the door and towards the first floor bathroom. In all honesty I thought about skipping the rest of Potions class. No bad consequences except for a detention or two would come from skipping, so why not?

"Miss Maguire?" A voice called to me before I reached the bathroom hall.

Turning around, I spotted the voice's owner. Lucius Malfoy. What was he doing in the school again? Hopefully not looking for another problem between Draco and I. To look for problems, it would take an eternity.

"Hello, Mister Malfoy," I finally greeted.

His nosiness kicked in, "Where are you off to?"

Quickly, I answered, "Bathroom."

"I see," He was now a foot in front of me..Very odd. Then again, a lot of things are odd to me.

"Nice seein' you again," I started to back away, indicating departure.

He grinned, "Hold on, you can't be leaving yet! Has Draco been a pest lately? Any new troubles?"

"No," I stood in place, "But I have to hurry so I can go take a test in Snape's class...which I'm going to fail on."

"I see..I'll be seeing you later then. I have to roam around the school to keep a watchful eye on my son. Make sure he's behaving. Farewell, Miss Maguire." Lucius continued to smile as I said goodbye.

So I lied. I went to the bathroom, but I planned not to return to Potions class.

"Wow this is boring," I said to myself while sitting against a wall near a sink.

Holy Merlin On Wheat Bread, Why was I skipping? Now, If I decided to go back to class, The Snake would posion me with his fangs of words. GAH! Standing up, I washed my hands and looked in the mirror. Yawning, I thought about leaving for the Hospital Wing. I could just take a nap on one of the Hospital Wing's beds and Snape wouldn't come looking for me. Ok, how can I fake being sick?

Before I could answer my own question, Gwenneth came into the bathroom.

"Hey Maranda! How are ya?" Gwen was clearly in a hyper mood.

My answer, however, was careless, "eh..."

"Why so glum, chum?"

"Snape," I explained, "and a test.. This equals me skipping after asking to use the toilet. I want to go to the Hospital Wing, but I can't fake sick at all."

Gwenny grinned greatly like a Cheshire cat, "You've come to my department! I have just the thing for you."

She reached in her pocket and took out a pill.

"What's that?" I dumbfoundedly asked.

Gwen only laughed...