A/N: I haven't posted in a while because I've been lazy and confused. Well I hope that you enjoy this chapter. Please leave a Review, say anything.

Second Best Part X

Over the next couple of days Luna stayed in bed and read a book all day long. Honey would come by and bring her some food every time it was time for a meal. Luna was bored out of her mind. Just lying there in bed all day long was driving her insane. Proof of that was the fact that she was actually contemplating visiting her uncle Lucius in Azkaban Prison. The tricky thing about that was the fact that she couldn't get in to visit him unless an adult was there to watch over them. The only person that she knew of that would take her at the moment was Professor Snape and she was pretty damn sure that he would not agree to take her to visit a convict in Azkaban Prison, especially not Lucius Malfoy.

Luna got off the bed and made her way down to the dinning room. Her ankle finally felt fine enough to walk on. It wasn't causing her any kind of discomfort anymore. She slowly made her way down the stairs and into the dinning room. It was time for lunch and she felt kind of hungry. As she walked into the dinning room she was surprised to find Snape sitting at his end of the table. He looked up at her when she walked in, he quirked an eyebrow at this. "I see that your ankle is feeling better," he said as she took her seat at her end of the table.

"Yes it does," she responded as she looked down at what there was to eat. She ate very slowly and watched his movements. He looked like he was reading something, most likely the Daily Prophet. She was very surprised to see that he was eating as well. She smiled and continued to eat her food. They both ate and sat in silence. Both of them where very preoccupied with what was on their mind. One of them thinking of Love Potions and the other thinking about a trip to Azkaban. "Professor Snape," Luna finally said when she was through eating.

"Hmm?" he asked as he continued to stare at the Daily Prophet. When he finished reading the sentence that he was reading he looked up at her. She was currently staring down at her hands and wondering what was the best way to ask him.

"Do you think that it would be at all possible for me to visit Lucius in Azkaban?" She asked as she looked up at him. For a moment he had no reaction. He merely stared at her, unable to say anything. After a moment he sat back and looked into her eyes.

"I am not sure that you can, after all Professor Dumbledore placed you in my care so that no Death Eater would know where you are. It wouldn't exactly be the brightest ideas to go and visit a Death Eater, now would it? Besides you aren't old enough to go in by yourself, meaning that I would have to go in with you and Lucius will not be pleased to see me, nor I him," he responded in his silkiest tone possible. She knew that what he was saying made a lot of sense, but she wanted to see her uncle. She knew that there was something behind the way that he treated her and she needed to know what it was!

"What can Lucius possibly do to me? He's behind bars; he can't hurt me from there. And I'm pretty sure that no Death Eater that is on the loose would go and visit him. It would be too risky and idiotic. And it doesn't have to be you to take me, someone else from the order can," she said as she looked at him. He shook his head.

"I would first have to run it by Professor Dumbledore," he said as he looked down at his newspaper. Luna smiled to herself, as she knew that was a definite maybe. She stood up to leave and he looked up at her. "Miss Lovegood, why do are you suddenly interested in visiting Lucius? I thought that you hated him."

"I don't really hate him. I just don't really like him. But I want to ask him something. Something that has been troubling a lot lately and just won't leave me the alone," she responded as she looked at her professor. She hoped that was enough of an explanation. She really didn't need him to know all about her life. She didn't see the point in telling him why she wanted to visit him. He wouldn't understand. He looked at her and merely nodded. She turned away and walked out of the room.

She walked up the stairs and picked up the book that she had been reading the past couple of days. She was through reading it and wanted to return it to where it belonged. She walked over to the library and stepped inside the room. She put the book back where she found it and started to look through the shelves of books. She wanted to look at another book. She needed something to do during the days. If not she would be bored out of her mind. As she looked through the shelves she soon found a book that caught her eye. She took it out of the shelf and she plopped down on the couch. She flipped through the first couple of pages.

The book was a thin, black, leather bound book. There was no title on the spine of the book nor on the front cover of the book and that was perhaps what caught her eye, apart from the fact that it was much thinner than most of the books in the library. As she flipped through the pages she soon found that the text in the book was handwriting and not just any handwriting either. She recognized the penmanship, it belonged to Professor Snape or at least it very much resembled his penmanship. Curiosity caught the better of her and she decided to read a page of it. She figured it was a journal or something because it had dates and everything. It was dated in the beginning of November of that year.

Potter and I have made a wager. We where arguing about his pitiful essay, how he got into my 7th year Potions class I will never know. Somehow he brought up the subject that I've been writing about the past couple of months and the boy thinks he knows something that I don't. Have I been that unsubtle and even POTTER has seen me studying this? Anyhow the bet was made and by the end of the year we shall see who wins. If he does than he gets the damn recommendation letter that he so desperately needs to become an Auror. I would rather die than to give him that letter and the satisfaction. If I win I get to put the brat under Viretaserum and find out anything that I wish. Perhaps the reason I agreed to this wager is that I'm absolutely sure that I will win. There is no way possible for me to loose. Well, McGonegall is calling, that insufferable woman. Undoubtedly to 'make a friendly wager' on this Saturdays Quidditch game.

Luna closed the book and left her finger on the page. She sat there thinking about this. Harry had mentioned this wager to her before, the day that she had detention with Snape and he made her go up and give Harry the letter of recommendation. That meant that Snape lost the bet. She wondered what they could have possibly bet on that Snape was so sure that he would win. And if he was so sure that he would win the wager than why did Harry win?

Another thing was that what she had dreamt of when she was staying with Charlie Weasley. She had dreamt that she saw Snape and Harry arguing in the Dungeons. Was she perhaps dreaming of the day they made the wager? And if that were so than why would she had been dreaming of that? Sure she had been curious to know of the wager when Harry had mentioned it, but she wasn't that curious. Perhaps her subconscious knew something that she did not. Or perhaps she was simply blowing the dream completely out of proportion.

She sighed and leaned back on the couch. She had to admit that she was curious what the wager was about and she was curious to know what Snape had been writing about for the past couple of months. She thought of this and wondered if she should read and find out. On one hand she knew that it wouldn't be right because after all this was someone Journal, this was Snape's private life and she had no business reading through it. On the other hand this was Snape's private life something no one knew about and this was her one and only chance. On top of that she was extremely curious about the bet and about what Snape was writing about.

She wondered if it would do any harm to just read a little bit more. She figured that as long as Snape didn't find out that she was reading his private journal that it would be just fine, and there was no way he could find out. But than there was that saying that kept running through her head at the moment 'Curiosity killed the cat' and it made a very valid point. What she read in Snape's journal she would not be able to forget. And what if she grew a guilty conscience about what she discovered by reading his journal? She knew that she would probably wind up confessing what she did to him to try and clear her conscience. And knowing Snape he would probably through some sort of fit and damn her to hell. But she wasn't scared of him.

She sighed, as she already knew what he would do. She opened the journal and turned the page. It was dated a week later. She knew that if she didn't read it than she would go insane with wondering and she figured if she did grow a guilty conscience and confessed what she did to Snape he wouldn't be able scare her. Snape had never been able to intimidate her and she knew that he wouldn't be able to now. She looked down at the entry.

There was another Death Eater tonight. The sadistic bastard of my Dark Lord had a great time torturing me. He says that he's getting tired of me bringing back the same report about Dumbledore. My entire body aches. And as if the Death Eater meeting was not enough I bumped into Lovegood when I was coming back into the castle. The insane little twit apologized for it and merely walked off as if nothing. I of course docked points off of her for walking about the castle after curfew, but she clearly didn't care. She never has cared about House Points and who wins the Cup. Than again Ravenclaw hasn't won the cup in a long time. On another note Potter is really starting to grate on my last nerves. The bloody boy watches my every move whenever he and I are in the same room or hall. I fear that I might one day strangle the boy if he crosses my path. Not that I would mind, but I'm sure that Professor Dumbledore wouldn't like that much. There is no way in hell that I will allow that mediocre, over glorified idiot to win this wager.

Luna smiled to herself she had always found it quite amusing that Snape hated Harry so much. Every insult that Snape said about Harry she found was very humorous. She wished that she was in his Potions class to watch more of it, but alas she was in the year beneath Harry's. It wouldn't have mattered anyway after all Harry always had potions with Slytherin and she was in Ravenclaw. She found it peculiar that Snape actually bothered to mention her in his journal. She could picture Snape mentioning Harry because he hated him so much, but as far as she knew Snape had never really showed hate towards her.

She remembered that night that Snape wrote about. She had been walking about the castle because she was a little restless. Thoughts plaguing her about Harry, it was a time that she would rather not remember. She sighed as he did not mention the wager much or the subject that he wrote about a lot. She closed the journal as she heard footsteps in the hall. She walked over to the bookshelf quickly and took out another book. As the footsteps got closer she sat back down on the couch hiding the journal behind her. Just as she opened the book to the first page Snape stepped into the room. She looked up to see him standing in the doorway merely staring at her.

"What are you doing?" he asked as he stared down at her.

"Reading a book," she responded simply as she looked up at him. He merely nodded and stepped into the library. He made his way straight across the room to a bookshelf on the south wall. He fingered the spines of the books and soon picked out the one that he was looking for. She watched his long elegant fingers as the fingered the spines of the book and the way that he pulled the book out. He swept across the room and left without saying another word. He closed the door behind him and she listened as he walked down the hall. When she was sure that he was far away she stepped out of the library and made her way towards her room.

When she walked into the room she closed the door behind her and placed the books, which she soon found out was about the Dark Arts, and placed it on her nightstand. She walked over to her bed and sat down on it. She wondered where she should put the book. She had to hide it somewhere, she couldn't simply leave it out for anyone to see. She looked around the room. She didn't want to put it in her trunk because she felt like she would be steeling it or something. She decided to simply place it under the mattress. She would read some more some other time.

TBC...