"No way," I crossed my arms sourly. "No way are you getting me to tell my parents about this."

Professor Snape sighed. "Well if you won't fess up willingly, there's always truth spells and potions…I'm sure I can find a way to smuggle the truth out of you…"

"Oooh…scary!" I drawled bitterly and sarcastically.

"Oh, yeah…I forgot," Snape began, just as sarcastically. "I'm nothing compared to you. Haven't killed or anything. I'm sure my spells would backfire because of your tremendous powers…"

"Shut Up!"

"Stop smarting off then, I'm just giving you a taste of your own medicine."

"Sorry, but you couldn't have been giving me a taste of my own medicine because I was giving you a taste of your own medicine first. You were the one that was mean in the first place, so I'm returning the mean, but since you're not aware of the fact that you were mean in the first place, you think that you're giving me a taste of my own medicine, when really, in reality, I'm giving you a taste of your own medicine because you were mean before I was mean," I explained in the most confusing way possible.

"What?" Snape scratched his head, "How was I mean first?"

"Duh, by zapping me at the coffee shop and dragging me into this dump of yours," I said as if it were obvious.

"But if I hadn't done that, Blaise Zabini would be dead right now!" he shot back angrily.

"NO," I shook my head. "You're judging me—Blaise is my best friend! I so would have brought him back!"

Snape raised an eyebrow. "Sired him? Made him a vampire?" I hinted.

Snape A.K.A. my ex-favorite professor shook his head as if I were a helpless case. I shot him the death glare. "You're too surly for your own good, Snape! My parents tell me to stop smarting off, okay? My parents give me a taste of my own medicine, too, okay? You're my professor—your job is to teach me, not put me down and put me under pressure to ruin my life!"

"And you're my student—your job is to learn, not get sired by vampires and not to threaten me and tell me what my job is."

"There you go being surly again!" I shrieked.

"Do you even know the meaning of that word?" he questioned in an annoyed manner.

"Yes!" I cried, astounded that he'd even ask such a question.

"What is it?" he demanded.

"You're the teacher! You should already know!"

"Well you're the one using the word. What's the definition?"

"Professor Severus Snape from Hogwarts, my ex favorite Professor, that's the definition!" I shouted.

"You are impossible!"

"You were impossible first!" I shot back.

"Please stop it. You're acting worse than normal, can't you tell? It's your vampire side—you're letting it take over you!" he reasoned after lowering his voice.

"Worse than normal?" my voice had lowered, too, but not to a soft tone—a dangerous tone.

"Well—I—but--"Snape found himself tongue-tied.

"What's 'worse than normal' supposed to mean? Huh?" I demaneded.

"Calm down, Draco. You're not you right now. The feelings you've been feeling aren't yours. Normally you don't hate me. Normally, you don't insult me and normally you--"

"Shut up!"

"Draco, please--"

"I said, SHUT UP! I don't want to hear your BLOODY BOLLIX!"

"Draco—please don't tell me to shut up--"

"Who's telling who to shut up?"

It was a new voice, a calm voice, and a voice that could only be Dumbledore. Both of us stopped bickering and turned to see Dumbledore, followed up by my mum and dad. Suddenly I felt light-headed…

"Professor Dumbledore sir! Ah, how are you?"

Snape had changed his tone of voice from dark to cheery. I growled. He is so two-faced. I hate him. "Quite alright, Severus, but do you mind me asking again? Who's telling who to shut up?"

I hate Dumbledore, too. Stupid man can't stay out of other people's business…

"Oh…just…Mr. Malfoy over here. I do believe…" Snape turned to me with dark eyes. "That's he got…what you say…a confession to make?"

"I do not!" I defended myself.

Dumbledore lightly crossed his arms. "Well, Mr. Malfoy, when you do find something worth saying, let us know."

"Yeah, we're not leaving until we find out what's been going on with you," my dad drawled sourly.

I shook my head. No. No way. I was not ruining my life. My lips were sealed and I bit my tongue. My mouth was staying closed. "Come on, Draco," Snape urged. "Remember what I said…"

I rolled my eyes. I was not letting him and his threats get to me. "Draco, come on! We can all help you if you just confess. We can relieve your hateful feelings, I promise," he continued.

"Baby, please?" mum pleaded.

"Draco…"Dumbledore said.

"STOP!" I shouted. "Stop saying my name! Stop begging! I'm not saying a word, got it?"

For a few minutes, complete silence fell. Until Snape had to interrupt it. "You know you want to say it…"he taunted.

"What is he trying to get you to say?" Mum questioned.

"Ugh! Stupid Snape! He's such a git! He's trying to get me to tell you I'm a vampire! Oooh…a scary vampire! Such a threat to the world. Well, it's not working is it, ex-favorite, huh? I've not said a w--"

My stomach twisted sickenly as an evil grin covered Snape's face and an awkward, awkward silence fell over the room. No. I didn't just say that…I did not just say that and blow my cover. I did not just fall into Snape's trap and let him have his evil, evil, EVIL way. No. Me. Draco Malfoy. Oh, bugger…I totally just blurted out the truth!

Oh, bugger…no…I'm not that stupid…am I? "You're a what?" my mum questioned faintly, suddenly appearing paler than normal.

She was also now leaning on dad for support. Oh, bugger. I am that stupid.