A/N: I know this story must have seemed dead to you, but in some ways, I think its my favorite story. I like it. Its heart warming and sweet and may or may not be very related to hp. But its a hp char, so it has to be here. :)
Susan danced into her apartment. Dropping her purse on the hall table, she pointed her wand at the magical radio that played the World Wizarding Network. It started to play a tune by the Weird Sisters. She slung her long tan jacket over the rocking chair that was nearby. Pointing her wand at the tea pot on the stove, she made the water boil. Pouring herself a mug of tea, she sat at the table and looked at the Daily Prophet.
Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley were featured, in a blurry photo in which Harry was attempting to obscure his features. Susan smiled fondly down at them. They were such a beautiful couple. She, herself, had had a crush on Harry for a couple of months in her 6th year at Hogwarts. She glanced down at the headline below and her smile quickly disappeared. "Death threats assault boy-who-lived Harry Potter and long time girlfriend, Ginny Weasley." It screamed. Susan dropped the paper, turned and grabbed her coat. She figured, that Luna and Neville would be good to drop in on, since they would know more than her, but she wouldn't be assaulting Harry and Ginny. Grabbing her purse and not bothering to change, she disappeared with a loud crack, not caring about the noise this time.
She arrived just outside the apartment where Neville and Luna lived. Raising her hand, she knocked clearly. Heavy footsteps could be heard from within the apartment. Neville opened the door to a crack and said, sleepily, "Yes?"
"Neville, its me, Susan." She said hurriedly.
"Oh, 'lo susan, come in. What are you doing here at this hour?" He asked, stifling a yawn.
"I saw that article on Harry and Ginny just now..I wanted to know if you knew any more about it?" she pressed, once she stepped over the threshold.
"Yeah, all we know is that Ginny owled us telling us to be careful..precautions, you know." Neville said.
"Oh, hello, Susan. How are you?" Luna said, her dirty blonde hair tousled. She yawned, covering her mouth.
"Fine, I was just coming because I panicked, seeing the article of Harry and Ginny..I'm sorry for disturbing you." Susan said, going red. In turn, Neville went red.
"No, no, you weren't!" he protested immediately.
"I'll just..go now." Susan muttered.
"Alright, but promise to be on your look-out?" Neville said, while Luna hummed to herself.
"Beware of the red toed smickle!" Luna called out.
"Promise!" Susan said, hurrying out the door. With a sigh, she apparated back to her own apartment. Padding into her bedroom, she changed into her pajamas and climbed into bed, letting her head sink into her fluffy pillow. All of a sudden, however, she was wide awake. Her eyelids no longer droopy, her mind moving at the speed of light, it seemed, her body restless.
Standing, she made sure her wand was still on the bedside table and padded into the adjoining bathroom. She turned on the water and poured a liberal amount of bubble bath into the swirling water. Sinking into it, she felt the hot water get into her skin, relaxing her muscles. The sweet fragrance filled the air and she allowed herself the luxury of just sitting in the tub.
Unbidden, an image of the dark man from the pub, Jack Davis, rose in her head. His brooding eyes were attractive. It was funny, she mused, Harry had never gotten the brooding look quite right. His eyes just worked against them. As emerald green, it was rather difficult to brood correctly. You had to have those eyes. The dark ones that carried so much weight. She opened her eyes. Why was she thinking about Jack Davis? All she'd done was hide him from the obsessed fans. She was only going to the pub for fun, right? She'd met Brian, who had fast become a good friend, right? But those eyes, she just kept coming back to them. It was amazing she hadn't been a puddle at his feet. A puddle of lust. She sighed heavily. Obviously, her brain wasn't going to let her off the day dreams of Jack. She settled in and closed her eyes, only to hear a creak of wood.
She opened her eyes, staring at the door to the bathroom. It hadn't come from there, more from the main hallway in her apartment. As quietly as she could, she stepped out of the bath water and wrapped her bathrobe tightly around her, and grabbing her wand. With one arm holding her bathrobe tight around her, She opened the door to her bedroom and padded softly to the door to the hallway. She heard another creak in the wood as someone passed the closed door to her bedroom. Apparently, whoever it was thought she wasn't home and was intent on doing something systematically. She whispered a silencio on her door and opened it slightly. She could see someone prowling down her hallway, covered in a shroud of darkness. She pointed her wand directly at his back, her heart going a million beats a minute, and whispered "stupefy." He never had a chance. With a loud 'thunk' he hit the floor of her hall. She moved up to him and rolled him over. It was a slytherin from when she'd been in school. She didn't know his name-Zabini maybe? Sighing, she tied him up with anti-apparition bounds and went over to her fireplace. Tossing a handful of floo powder in, she stuck her head in and called "Department of Magical Law Enforcement!" Soon, she found herself looking into an almost empty room. There was a sleepy looking woman sitting behind a desk near the fireplace. "OY!" cried Susan, making the woman jump and blink several times before looking at the fireplace.
"Yes, yes, What can I do for you?" she asked, looking at Susan.
"I've got an intruder in my flat. He's stupefied and bound with anti-apparition binds but I'd prefer if you sent someone over to deal with him. I think his name's Zabini, probably around 24 or so." Susan said calmly.
"We haven't got anyone!" the woman said worriedly.
"Well, find someone then." Susan snapped. "I've already had a really long day, and I KNOW this is because I was part of the D.A. It said so in the paper didn't it?" The woman looked just irritated now.
"Well, I'll see what I can do." She bit her lip, looking sideways. "I suppose I'll just have to call in McMullen."
"Do whatever you have to do, just get Zabini OUT of my apartment." Susan said and pulled out of the fireplace. What was the point of manning the department in case of emergency if there was no one to send out? She sat down with a huff and glared at the prone body of Zabini. Why would anyone want to break into her apartment. Not like she'd been a hugely important part of the DA, after all. Just another Hufflepuff always loyal and hardworking. Why anyone would ever like her was beyond her imagination. She wasn't a daring Gryffindor, nor a brilliant Ravenclaw-nor both come to think of it, like it sometimes seemed Hermione Granger was.
There was a swift knock at the door. Yawning, Susan stood and made her way to the door. Opening it, she found an older man standing there, looking rather rumpled. "You here to get Zabini?" she asked, not bothering to be polite with small talk. It was after all, the middle of the night.
"What do you think I'm here to inspect your apartment for dark objects?" the man asked irritably. "Of Course I'm here for Zabini, now let me through." Susan narrowed her eyes.
"Not before I see some identification." She said suspiciously. It couldn't hurt to be too cautious.
"This is bloody ridiculous. Here." The man held out a piece of identification that clearly showed him as part of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.
"Fine. He's in the hallway." Susan turned around and walked to the end of the hallway, where Zabini lay, face down on the carpet. She collapsed on the chair that was placed nearby and watched closely as the man went through the procedure of taking an arrest in. Eventually, the man stood and looked at her. "I'm sure there'll be a trial for him at which you'll need to speak. The Ministry will send you an owl." Susan found she could only nod and stifle a yawn. The man nodded curtly, bent down and touched Zabini with a portkey and they were gone. Standing, Susan realized her hair was a mess, tangled and wet, she was only in a bathrobe, but she really didn't care. She wearily walked into her bedroom, pulled on a t-shirt and dropped into bed.