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Chapter 2: Oh Shit…

Oh shit. I just hexed Potter. Slughorn will kill me! His (meaning Potter's) fan club will kill me! MUST ESCAPE!

I dashed by Slughorn like a mad, psychotic rabbit on steroids. I hadn't counted on him being so curious.

"Lily! What did he ask?"

"If I err… like the Chudley Cannons. Gotta go Professor, bye!" The Chudley Cannons! I don't even know who they are! Do they even exist!

I glanced at my watch- 2:45. Damn, I was fifteen minutes late for Transfiguration, and McGonagall was not known as the most forgiving teacher. Crap.

"Miss Evans, how nice of you to finally join us," McGonagall said. I could hear sniggers in the back of the room. Probably that complete, utter, imbecile Black. Shut up, stop sniggering. Sniggering… such a weird word…. I wonder who made that up? Oh wait, McGonagall was probably waiting for my answer.

"Sorry Professor, it won't happen again." As long as Potter doesn't piss me off a few seconds before class starts.

"No, it won't and to make sure it doesn't- detention tonight at 8:00."

DAMN HER!

"But Professor!"

"No. And I'm noticing that your grade in my class is dropping. You might look into getting a tutor."

You might look into getting a life. "I don't need a tutor!"

"Five points from Gryffindor. Just for your cheek, I will pick out your tutor for you."

Good Lord! Does the complete hell never end? I spill my guts, hex someone, am late from class, get points deducted, get detention, and to top it all off, I need a freakin TUTOR! Stupid McGonagall and her stupid class, and her stupid deducting of points, and her stupid detention, and her stupid bloody tutoring!

"Miss Evans, it seems your in luck. Mr. Potter is open and willing to tutor you. You can start tonight, when he is ready. You may leave."

Fan-bloody-tastic. Great, that was the rotten cherry on the top of the proverbial rotten sundae. My day, not to mention my life is so over. I'm going to take a nice, long, hot shower where no one, not even Potter, can get to me.

Yeah Lily, dream on. There's no place that Potter can't get to you.

I was in the shower, relaxing, letting my stress out by singing. If anyone heard me sing they would think I was half banshee. I'm not kidding. I'm break-the-mirror-run-for-cover-bad. So, given how the day was going so far, Potter burst in mid-solo- unaware of three things. 1) I was in the shower, therefore not wearing any clothes. 2) I was singing. And 3) I did not bloody well want to see him!

For a second he just stood there like and idiot, head whipping around. At least, until he heard me yell. "POTTER! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? GET.OUT.NOW!"

He ran for dear life out the door. Then I realized he was still yelling rubbish at me through the door. "I just wanted to tell you that when you get out, we have tutoring."

Crap.

"Potter, that is not how you do that."

"Evans, who is the tutor here, me or you?... Me."

"Nu-uh."

"Yeah-huh."

"Nu-uh."

"Yeah-huh."

"Nu-uh."

"Yeah-huh"

"NU-UH!"

"YEAH-HUH!"

"SHUT UP!"

"MAKE ME!"

And that is why Potter, instead of tutoring me, ended up in the hospital wing with his lips sewn together.

A/N: There it is my loverly reviewers- chapter two! I hope you enjoyed it and don't forget to review! Ps- no more Mars Bars reviews, please. I think we get the general picture of what it is. Pps- Lotsa Lurrrve, Chloe and Shinko. Tell me if you want another chapter… and the only way to that is to review! Flames are welcomed .

B/N: Thanx 2 all u peeps who taught me all they knew in the beautious subject of Mars Bars.