DISCLAIMER: Let's see…we solemnly swear that we do not own Harry Potter, but are we up to no good? Hmm…have to investigate that one.

Chapter 12:

As it turned out, Amaya was, in fact, wondering the exact same thing. Not about herself, of course, but about Harry.

She was, at the present moment, pacing underneath her favourite oak tree by the large pond. For the life of her, she couldn't figure out why she had walked away from Harry like that.

Suddenly she stopped. She knew the answer, she had always know the answer deep down. Her and her stupid temper always ruined things for her.

But she just couldn't bring herself to apologize to him. She knew she owed it to him, but she just couldn't do it. She had too much pride to do that.

Hearing the bell off in the distance, she absentmindedly gathered up her stuff from the ground and stuffed it into a bag she had transfigured. She didn't feel like hefting the numerous books in her arms at the present time.

It was gym class now. Yay, she thought grimly. Just what she wanted to brighten her day. Grumbling the whole way, she made her way to class.

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"Gather round all!" Oliver called to the students as they poured in from their break, all looking very enthusiastic…yeah right. "Today we are going to be running some."

Groans erupted among all of the students. They, obviously, did not think that this idea of his sounded like very much fun… of course, he had held the same opinion when he was their age.

"Alright, alright," he said, stopping their groans of protest. "Everyone off! The trail is marked! Don't venture off! Go, go, go!"

As the students took off, Oliver looked around the near empty gym. Yes, near empty. A lone student sat in the bleachers writing in some notebook.

"What are you still doing here?" Oliver asked as he neared the student, letting the clipboard he held in his left hand land on his seat.

Amaya looked up at him and smiled slyly at him. "Why, I'm coming to your class, of course, Mr. Wood. What does it look like I'm doing?"

"It appears that you're being deliberately seditious," he replied pointedly. "Showing up isn't enough, Amaya. You're going to have to participate for me to pass you."

"Actually," she replied calmly, shutting her book, "I don't."

"What do you mean?"

"You said that if I came, you'd pass me," she responded. "You never said that I had to participate."

Oliver's mouth gaped open. She was right, she had pulled one over on him.

He closed his mouth and stared intensely at her. "You got me this time, Danté. You won't get me the next time."

Amaya smiled mischievously as she opened her notebook back up. "We'll see about that."

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"Come on Amaya," Blaze pleaded as the two walked down the hallway.

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Pleeeaasaassssseeeeee….."

"Uh, let me think about it….no."

"For me?"

Amaya sighed and smacked her forehead. "Give me one good reason to go to his class."

Blaze looked at her as if she had grown another head. "To pass," she stated as if it was the most obvious answer in the world and Amaya should have known…she should have of course but that doesn't matter…

Amaya paused, looking as if she was actually considering Blaze's words. "That's a good reason, Blazey-poo, but the answer, I'm afraid, is still no."

Blaze glared at her then smirked evilly, though she quickly masked it. "Spirit needs both of us there for her," the redhead urged, nudging her friend a little.

Amaya groaned and shook her head. "You know how to make a girl feel guilty, you know that?"

Blaze smiled mischievously. "So you're going?"

"Yes, yes, yes. I'll go to Chemistry, the evillest class there is, even though I see no point to it," Amaya grumbled, stomping down the hallway and glaring at those who dared to get in her way.

Blaze squealed and hugged Amaya tightly. Amaya jumped slightly at the unexpected contact and pushed her friend away from her and into a passing first year.

"I said that I'll go," she grumbled, "that doesn't meant that I'm happy about it and please do not touch me."

Blaze rolled her eyes. "Are you ever happy about anything?"

Amaya paused mid step in thought. "I'm sure there are times when I'm happy…," she responded slowly, still trying to recall a distant memory.

"Yeah," Blaze teased, "when you don't have to see your parents or go to classes."

"Hey," Amaya chuckled, "you're right!"

Blaze shook her head, chuckling as they continued to walk towards the Chemistry room. "Come on, let's go before we're late."

But, being Blaze, they were, in fact, early. The only other person in the room was Jeremy Kisner, a seventh year who though all the female worshiped the ground that he walked on, especially the Pariahs, which couldn't be any farther from the truth.

He smirked when they entered and Amaya groaned loudly, not really in the mood to put up with ignorant, horny boys at the moment.

"Hello ladies," he purred, "lookin' good, as usual. Why don't you two just swing those luscious hips of yours on over here and give me that kiss that you've been dying to give me."

"How about I just kick your ass and put you out of your misery?" Amaya growled threateningly, her eyes flashing dangerously.

Jeremy paused a moment, not sure as to whether he wanted to challenge her or not. But his, 'I'm Gods gift to women', attitude won out. "Oh, come on Amaya, love, you know you want me."

Amaya glared at him. "The only thing that I want from you is for you to shut up."

Jeremy sauntered over and daringly placed one arm around Amaya's waist. "You are such a tease. Pretending that you don't want me…tsk, tsk, why don't you just give in?"

Blaze chuckled. She couldn't wait to see what Amaya would do to him. Since their first year, her and Spirit had been hoping that Amaya would go at him.

"You're right," Amaya purred, pressing up against him, running a finger lightly over his chest, "I have been fight it. But I can't, not anymore." (red flag! red flag!)

"That's right baby, I knew you wanted me," Jeremy said cockily. (abort! abort!)

"Yes, I've always wanted to do this," Amaya said with a mischievous smirk in her eyes.

Alarms started going off in Jeremy's head but it was too late. Amaya had already delivered a hard punch to the jaw and a knee to the stomach and he was lying on the ground.

"Don't ever touch me again," Amaya hissed. "And don't ever come near my friends." (uh oh…he didn't abort! Mwhahaha…)

"What is going on here?" Snape demanded menacingly as he walked into the room, his black robes billowing behind him.

Amaya glared openly at him. "Just having a friendly little chat."

"Is that why he is on the floor?"

Amaya shrugged dispassionately. "I guess he likes the floor. Low-life's often do."

"I would suggest, Miss Danté, that you refrain from fighting. It could end up very bad for you."

Amaya raised one eyebrow questioningly. "Was that a threat, sir?"

It was Snape's turn to shrug. "You decide."

Amaya started forward but Blaze caught a hold of her arm. "Don't," she whispered, her eyes pleading with her friend's. "Just ignore him."

"It would be best," Snape gloated, "if you'd listed to your friend."

Amaya glared at him. "She won't always be around."

"Was that a threat?"

Amaya smirked. "You decide."

"Take. Your. Seat."

Amaya went to her usual seat in the back and Blaze too the table in front of her. The rest of the class filed in slowly, each observing Jeremy's swollen jaw and then looking at Amaya who was still smirking.

Since there were only two seats at every table, Spirit took the seat beside of Blaze. That, much to Amaya's displeasure, left the seat beside of Amaya open for Harry to take. Amaya didn't even bother to suppress her groan.

Wrote and Typed by the dimwitted Amaya...

PS... THIS IS AN AU STORY!