(Author note: It's supposed to be second, not secong. I don't even know how that happened. It can't even be classed as a frikkin' typo.)

Ybbuh was concerned; he had become a very popular person here in Sliterin, especially since he'd started a friendship with Malfoy. The hunger for power grew, and he wanted it; OH, he WANTED it. Slithriyn was evil, it truly was. No redeeming qualities about it. At all. He should have been forewarned after reading many fanfictions with Nasus, where every Sltitrin was teh ebul.

Nasus… oh dear God, how he hated her. More of the ebul. He hadn't known hatred until he had found them, tangled in the bed sheets shamelessly. Now it was only amplified by the ebul surrounding him. He now sat at the fireplace, staring into the golden, orange flames, reminding him of applesauce. He didn't know why.

"Well that's over!"

Ybbuh looked over at Draco, now coming out of the bedroom hallways. He carried a large sack. "I'm going to go out and GET that North git! You coming?"

"YEA." Ybbuh said.

"Just don't tell your son," Draco snarled out. "He's not possessed by the ebul yet, and wouldn't join me. He's conjuring up special potions instead. Quite good at it really,"

"I'd rather he wasn't involved anyways," Ybbuh said, a snarling smile showing off his ebul teeth.

Meanwhile, Hajile and Nasus were back in their private room, talking about the amazing spell Nasus had cast. Nasus was sticking her pinky in her ear, as she much loved to scratch them. A little TOO much.

"Darling…" Hajile said, moving her waxy fingers from her head. "I don't know how you did that, but… but you saved me from those AWFUL Slethenins! They are the ebul!"

"I don't know how I did it either!" Nasus snapped, standing up and pacing. She was nervous; she had hoped that in coming to Hogwarts, she could escape the rumors and odd things that would happen around her back home. Everyone talked about her; from the trailer park residents peeking in their windows to coworkers shushing when she'd come into the room, she couldn't take it. By morning tomorrow, everyone was bound to hear of the odd spell casting she'd accomplished.

"Are you all right?" Hajile asked. She sighed with great woe, staring up at the glowing green nebula that was their ceiling.

"No… Hajile?"

"Yes?"

"I… I am about to tell you something that I've told- no one. Just Ybbuh, but now that he's joined up with the ebul of Sltherin, I…" she went to say, eyes welling with tears. "I need someone. Someone who loves me that… that I can trust,"

Hajile stood, shaking his head slowly and taking her still grubby hands. "You can tell me ANYTHING."

"Do you promise not to say a word? No matter- what it is I tell you?"

He now kissed the acrid smelling fingers, one by one. "My word is gold,"

"All right," she started. Sighing shakily, she took out a small vial from her pocket. "This… is a gift I'd gotten. Years ago, I'd been… wandering around in the woods on a camping trip. I'd gotten lost, and swore I'd never make it back. Suddenly, I saw a rabbit with his foot in a trap,"

"That's AWFUL!" Hajile cried. "I HATE hunting!"

"Well... I don't mind it. I don't agree with traps though, so I went over to help the tiny, poor creature. I got her freed and the next thing I knew, she wasn't a rabbit anymore, but a faerie princess."

Hajile gasped, covering his mouth with one hand. "Oh my goodness!" he cried; Nasus nodded, taking a deep breath.

"She told me that she was waiting for a pure heart to come and save her." She explained. "I didn't quite… GET it, really. I mean, a pure heart to save her, that would take a ribcage being opened and- "

"Go on, Nasus, please," Hajile pleaded.

"All right, anyways… she granted me the abilities of all faeries. I… I didn't know what they'd be, but she said I would find out," Nasus said. "She opened a bag full of faerie dust and sprinkled it over me. I felt lighter than air and realized… I was flying,"

Hajile's eyes widened at this tale. "No!" he said in disbelief.

"Hajile, my love… if you don't believe me… I will show you,"

Hajile swallowed as Nasus took a step back. Suddenly from out of nowhere, beautiful angelic wings suddenly unfolded from skin behind her; Hajile gasped as she began fluttering them open; her hair then got tangled in the end feathers. "Oh… ow," she exclaimed, trying to crane her neck as she pulled at the hair. Hajile swallowed and walked forward, trying to help. For a few awkward moments with Nasus getting mixed up with "lefts and rights" ("No, I said left, darling! Turn your head to the left!") they struggled, until finally she came free and the wings spread out entirely.

"Nasus…" Hajile muttered in shock. "You're so beautiful. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met. I cannot believe I've been graced with the idea of being with you. I am the luckiest man alive."

"No… I'm a freak,"

"NEVER SAY THAT!" Hajile suddenly yelled. "No! Don't ever! I love you the way you are, and now you're simply MORE beautiful!"

Nasus smiled shyly, turning her head away. "Well… this is only part of it. I think that my spell casting today is yet another attribute of my special powers." She explained. "You have to promise to never tell, Hajile. I'm trusted to tell those I trust; only you and Ybbuh know and… and I don't know if I can…" she said, starting to sniffle. As a long trail of sudden snot began crawling down to her upper lip she sobbed pathetically. "I can't trust Ybbuh anymore, and he knows! And he's in Slitheryne!"

Hajile took her face in her hands, staring at her mucousy, glittery face. "You can trust me, Nasus. Always. I vow to you that I will never tell your secret."

"We should go to that… um… place, Diagonal Alley to get wands, just so others don't start suspecting,"

"We'll do that," Hajile said. Unable to hold himself back he kissed her passionately, saliva and mucous mixing together in pure love and trust.