Disclaimer: If I was ever a published author, and had this really cool, hot, awesome character that everyone was in love with, I wouldn't kill him. This must mean, I'm not JK Rowling.

AN: WARNING: SPOILERS!! Yes, people!!! I read the 5th book and I must say, my opinions on people have changed. Lesse; Evil James, Poor Sevvy, Kinda Psychotic Harry, Poor loving precious Sirius, Troublemaking Ginny, Annoying Hermione, {BEEEP} Cho Chang. Lucius got ALMOST what he deserved! Murder to Percy!! And, Neville was just... amazing! Oh, and I'm soooo proud of the Weasley twins!! Hehe, their exit was awesome... ::Cough:: If U've read it yet, you'll know what I mean..... I cried when the person died. (I won't say who, just in case) And I never cry!! And I was sooo sure that a different person would die and JK Rowling would NEVER kill that person off... ::Starts bawling::

AN2: Beware, in one of Sevvy's parts, I changed it so that he's reliving something that's in the book, so if you haven't read the book, it shouldn't stick out, but this is just a warning. AND DON'T PURPOSELY LOOK FOR IT!!!!

AN3: Argh!! Can someone tell me, do you have to be a prefect to eventually be the Head Boy/Girl?! Because, if U do, I think I found a plot hole in the almighty JK Rowling's book!! ::GASPS:: But, if not, all is well, and we still have a few years to wait for me to destroy the world...

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Draco stood in front of the mirror and cursed. He was almost out of hair gel. He just KNEW he should have picked up some more the last time in he went to Hogsmeade. He definitely didn't have enough for his whole head today. He'd have to use it sparingly and he'd slip off to Hogsmeade tomorrow morning.

He growled as he combed it thinly through his hair. He was doing fine and it looked like he'd be able to get it all.

Then, he ran out.

He only had a small section left, and maybe, just maybe, he could get it to stay. He ran the comb through his hair again, getting a bit on his comb, and then ran that through the section he missed.

It stayed. Almost. He pressed it down and he was finally satisfied.

He let the dormitory and headed down to the Great Hall, where he sat down carefully, as to not disturb his hair.

It didn't work.

Just one piece flopped down right by his eyes, and he blew it out of his face, irritated, resulting in it floating up and dropping back down again.

He groaned and put it back in its place, with, unfortunately, half of the Slytherin table watching him. "What are you looking at?" he defended himself. Everyone turned away.

~*~*~**~*~*~

Shaylee sat down on her chair by Snape and laughed. "What?" Severus looked up at her, not too surprised that she was in such a good mood .

"Look at our mutual student over there. I think he's having a few hair problems..."

Snape looked over at Draco and shook his head.

"You find humor in the strangest places, you know that?"

Shaylee grinned. "Why thank you! I had two Oreos and some Irish Cream coffee with whiskey in it to get me out of bed!!"

Snape stared at her. "Shaylee," he said calmly, "-are you drunk?"

Shaylee giggled. "I don't think so!!!"

"Oh, dear God...."

"No, I'm just hyper, you nitwit! A little whiskey in coffee can't do anything to me! I'm Irish for St. Patrick's sake!!!"

Snape just looked the other way and murmured, "Wow..."

Shaylee giggled softly, jumped up, bounced over him, landing on his lap for a short moment, and bounded off towards the Gryffindor table, leaving Snape staring after her awkwardly.

Shaylee snuck up behind Scott and leaned on his back, causing him to jump and turn around quickly.

He grinned when he saw it was her.

"Oh, hi Shaylee!"

"Hi, Scott. Have you found a date to the Masquerade Ball yet?"

"Yep. Hermione."

Shaylee gaped at him. "Granger??"

"Uh... Yeah..." Scott looked confused and Shaylee laughed it off.

"Oh, it's nothing..." Shaylee glanced over at the Slytherin table, where Draco was fixing his hair, yet again.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Scott said knowingly. "I didn't know you knew too..."

He grinned and lowered his voice so that only she could hear him. "She's going with Draco, but I'm their cover. I'm actually going with my next door neighbor from back home..."

"Oh..." Shaylee grinned. "A wily one are we? Trying to cause a stir, huh?" Scott grinned. "Exactly. But I wanna help them too."

Shaylee smiled and patted his back. "Great. That's really nice of you."

She looked up before she left the Hall and her eyes met Sevvy's, looking a bit jealous. She grinned, waved, and blew him an exuberant kiss as she skipped out the door.

~*~*~**~*~*~

Snape stood in front of his class, writing the procedure of the potion they were making on the board.

That's when he felt something in his pocket. As he finished on the board and told them to get started, he reached in his pocket and pulled out a folded sheet of Muggle notebook paper. On the front in pink ink, it said in wide, loopy writing, 'Sevvy'.

It was from Shaylee. She must have slipped it in his pocket in that moment that she was sitting on his lap that morning at breakfast. That woman was absolutely insane. And he fell for her.

Snape sat down at his desk, thinking about his school days. Back when he was best friends with a bunch of jackarses, Lucius included. And, he'd been in love with a goddess. A goddess named Lily Evans.

They'd actually talked, and were friends, as she was a Ravenclaw, and didn't hate each other. She didn't like James Potter though, and found the way he was always cruel to Severus disgusting. Then, Severus got offended when she was sticking up for him once, called her a Mudblood, and then she stopped talking to him at all.

Later on, in their Seventh Year, the Marauders played a trick on the Slytherins and Lily was right by them, laughing hysterically.

He would have been fine if it was someone else she'd fallen for. Some nerdy Hufflepuff.

But this was James Potter! The King of Pranks, Head Boy, and the leader of the Marauders! Almost every single girl in the school had a crush on him.

Heck, he even flirted his way through half of his classes. He turned some of the younger teachers into blushing teenagers again.

No matter what else James did, that was the reason he hated him. James Potter could have any girl in the school that he wanted. But he picked the one that Severus was in love with.

It was because of them that- He shuddered and grabbed his arm instinctively.

Breathing in deep breaths, he forced the thoughts out of his head and opened Shaylee's note.

(Note is inside of :: ::)

::Hiya Sevvy!!::

Wow, she was always so chipper and happy! How in the world does she do it?

::I'm assuming you're in class with the Gryffies and Slyther-shits right now,::

What the hell did she just call them? Is she insane?

::so I decided that I'd write you a note to keep your mind off the explosion in process hiding in the back of the room.::

A wry smile came on to Snape's face as he thought how very right she was.

::But, then, I don't think I'm good enough to keep your mind off of it when your hair is on fire. Oh, but you've been washing it a little more lately, so there might not be enough grease to deep fry you.:: The note sounded optimistic.

Snape snarled at the sheet of paper. Then smiled as he thought, 'She noticed.'

::I'm just kidding Sevvy! Don't hurt poor little helpless Neville just because I insulted your lovely hair!::

Snape almost snorted, before he realized he was in front of a class of 5th years. Helpless? Neville Longbottom was by no means helpless. He could create a deadly potion in 45 minutes. And he'd only been told to make a Liquidization Potion!

::But, I just wanted to give you another option instead of murdering half of the 5th Year, so I'm making a list and checking them off!::

Snape sneered as he wondered if she realized what she'd just said of herself.

::And stop mentally comparing me to Santa Claus, you twit!::

Snape smiled. How did she do it? She always knew what he was thinking, even if it was only through a note!

::These are the things that needed improvement in your personality when I first met you. The ones set straight have been marked with a check. Beware and remember that murder is illegal!!::

Snape inwardly groaned. He just knew that her troublemaking, hyper, optimistic personality had come up with dozens of quirky remarks that would get him either very angry, or laughing. And neither were good in front of a class.

Just to be sure, he read the first thing on the list.

::You refused to wash your hair, probably due to the lack of young Irish females in the staff.:: There was half of a check mark next to it and said next to it in parenthesis, ::(I still think you're going to be a French Fry at the Masquerade Ball)::

That settled it. Snape folded the note and placed it in his desk for when he was in a truly bad mood.

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Hermione sat in Potions, watching her potion boil, and keeping a close eye on the clock. It was supposed to boil for 15 minutes, no more, no less. She had five minutes left, so she decided to take a break from "Clock Patrol".

She looked around the classroom, seeing Harry, Ron, Seamus, and Dean whispering about something, Neville fretting nervously over his list of ingredients, a bunch of giggly girls passing a sheet of paper back and forth while suppressing laughs, and surprisingly, Professor Snape was sitting at his desk, reading something and smiling.

Hermione looked away, a bit scared of the image of Snape smiling, and her gaze landed on Draco.

He looked bored as he leaned on the desk and held his head up, as he thumbed through a book and yawned. He looked up at the clock and caught her gaze. He gave her a quick grin and raised his eyebrows in such a way that said, "You just can't keep your eyes off of me, can you?"

Hermione grinned, shook her head, and looked back at the clock. Just in time. She had ten seconds left before her fifteen minutes was up.

She took it off her fire just in time, and stirred in a shredded newt liver. Her potion turned a pale blue color, perfect.

She looked around the room. Evidently she was the first one done.

Her eyes went straight to Draco, who was now taking HIS cauldron off the boil. She studied his face as he carefully picked up his chopping board and scraped the liver into his cauldron.

She smiled softly as a hair strayed from its careful mold and fell in front of his face. He blew it away, aggravated, as he finished his potion. She had to hold back her laughter as he glared up at his hair.

He looked up at her and saw her grinning. He glared at her mockingly and tried to fix his hair.

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Draco's hair was bothering him. He was so very close to skipping the next class (DADA) and sneaking off to Hogsmeade to get some more hair gel.

But he wouldn't do this. He definitely didn't want to put up with Professor Weasley after she'd found out he skipped.

He'd seen her spending time around Professor Snape, and he seemed to be rubbing off on her. She'd seemed perfectly nice the first day of classes, a bit too nice-- he must say, but she was getting to find a lot more humor out of their misery.

For instance, she'd given Blaise, one of Draco's friends who always did decently in DADA, an F on an essay and told him to do it over again, without any explanations. She was also getting quite a bit of sarcasm in that mouth of hers.

So, Draco instated his weary, yet determined walk of a man who has nothing left in his life except for the impulse to merely soldier on (any guesses from where that came from??) towards the DADA classroom.

He got a few strange glances, not only because he was trudging, but because he was trudging while pushing a single strand of hair out of his eyes every few seconds.

When he finally entered the classroom, he plopped down at his seat, exasperated and worn out from all the trudging.

"Bad day, huh?"

He looked up to see Professor Shaylee Weasley looking at him sympathetically from her desk.

He groaned. "Definitely."

There was silence and he looked up to see her grinning at him. "What?" he asked, nervously, thinking she might be going a little more mad than she already was.

She just grinned wider and said with a quiver in her voice, as if she was trying not to laugh, "Nothing!"

Draco caught her looking at his hair, glared at her, and looked away.

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Shaylee tried to hold back a laugh, earning her a few strange looks from the students entering her class.

She sighed deeply, a system that always worked to calm her down. The thought of this only brought a broad grin on her face as she remembered the time she was with the twins and Ron in a Muggle store, and they'd intentionally snuck off when Ron was in the dressing room.

They'd went straight to customer services, and Shaylee had sighed deeply before going up to the employee and acting really annoyed and told him that her little cousin had run off. She also said that they were late for a meeting and he needed to come to the front RIGHT NOW. Predictably, the employee had paged him over the intercom, and Ron had showed up minutes later, looking terribly angry.

"What are you grinning about?" Ron's voice asked as he sat down.

Shaylee giggled. "You remember the time I took you and the twins on a shopping trip and--" "I REMEMBER!" Ron interrupted, not wanting the rest of his year to hear the story.

Shaylee laughed even harder. "Well, that's what I'm thinking about..." Ron turned away from her to have a conversation with Harry and Hermione.

Shaylee also thought about the time she'd tricked Percy into thinking he was invisible whenever around Muggles. Ha! That was when he was really tiny. Heehee. She laughed softly to herself.

That was when she heard the name 'Scott' come from Ron's discussion with Hermione, and she leaned further in to hear it.

"Wow, I still can't believe you're going with him!" Ron sounded more amused than hurt.

"Why? He's perfectly nice! And very polite, I must say!" Hermione defended.

There was a pause, then Ron said, "I didn't say he wasn't! But, look at his best friends! You might as well be going with Fred or George!"

Shaylee tried to keep the smile off of her face, really she did, but her concentration was broken when Lavender Brown, an annoying gossip, bent over Harry to talk to Ron and repeated eagerly, "Hermione's going with one of the twins? Are you serious??"

That was the final straw, and Shaylee burst out laughing, not caring what her students thought of her sanity.

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Snape groaned. First years. Oh, what fun.

These imbeciles were almost worse than the 5th years. The 5th Years only had a couple "advantages" on this.

Firstly, the 1st Years didn't have a Neville Longbottom in it.

Second, there were no sets of distinct enemies in the class.

Lastly, they were too young to gossip about secret love triangles going on in the school. Lord knows he'd heard too much of that in his teaching career.

He stood in front of them and droned on and on, mentally convincing himself that he was enriching the students' minds.

He gave them their assignment and sat down at his desk. He thought about taking out the note again and reading the rest of it, but the class wasn't being terribly annoying, just terribly ignorant, but that was usual.

That was when he heard a whisper from the back of the room, saying, "Krissy, do I add in the shredded fungus in after the eggplant oil, or is that a different potion?"

Snape groaned inwardly. Not another one! He thought that he'd be done with the nervous blockhead department after Longbottom would graduate (if he did). Evidently, he was wrong.

He reached into his desk drawer and pulled out the note Shaylee had written to him and started reading again.

::You need to stop referring to the Slyther-shits as 'your students'::

There were no checkmarks beside this one and Snape rolled his eyes sourly as he read the caption in parenthesis.

::(I mean, it's like just because you're the accidental biological father of most of them, you can call them YOUR students! Er, uh, I mean...)::

She cut herself off and went straight into the next thing on the list.

::You never laughed/smiled/were happy:: There was a huge checkmark next to this one, and the comment consisted of a winking smiley face.

Snape rolled his eyes again, thinking that he'd have to have a rather interesting conversation with Miss Weasley when they next saw each other.

~*~*~**~*~*~

Hermione yawned as she finished up her DADA essay ahead of time. And, just IN time, as the bell rang the moment she put her quill up.

She waited patiently as Harry and Ron quickly and carelessly tossed their materials into their bookbags.

Harry smiled up at her. "You can go ahead, Hermione. We'll catch up!"

Hermione looked at them skeptically, but nodded, knowing that they just wanted to talk without her listening; she was used to them sending her off to the next class while they talked about anything she couldn't hear.

This was confirmed when she turned slightly as she exited the room and saw Harry and Ron deep in conversation.

As soon as she laid a foot out of the classroom, she was bombarded by Pavarti and Lavender, who immediately swarmed her as if they'd been best friends forever.

"You are SOOO lucky!" moaned Lavender.

"Yeah!" Pavarti agreed. "Scott is a major dream!"

"Uhhhh..." Hermione stuttered, trying to come up with something to say that wouldn't give her away.

"Anyway," Pavarti interrupted her (thankfully). "Give us all of the details! Who asked who? What are you wearing??"

"Yeah!" Lavender chipped in. "Spill!!"

"Er..." Hermione fumbled for words. She didn't know what she was supposed to say when asked about the costumes.

Suddenly, a voice from behind Hermione said, "We're going as a pair of Scottish Highlanders."

Pavarti and Lavender looked up, their faces red with embarrassment as they looked at the face of Scott Ellis.

Hermione looked up thankfully at Scott, who grinned at her and winked, with Lavender and Pavarti watching this whole exchange with hearts in their eyes.

Scott went on. He seemed to be enjoying this. "And I asked Hermione," he said, slipping his arm around Hermione's shoulders. Lavender's eyes almost popped out.

"She'd helped me with History of Magic after I'd fallen asleep..."

His audience giggled.

Scott immediately noticed the small hole in his story and said, "She's very smart, you know. She helped me find the right book to copy notes from."

Pavarti sighed. "How romantic..."

"Love in the Library..." Lavender added dreamily.

Scott bit his lip, and Hermione had to look away to keep herself from laughing.

"Why don't you two get a room?" came the familiar voice from behind them.

Scott and Hermione turned around to see Draco staring at them coolly. Hermione glared at him, using their made up signs, communicating that she was actually grinning at him.

Draco shook his head, looking disgusted, but conveying that he understood.

"Why don't you get a life, Malfoy?" Ron's voice came from the open DADA door.

Draco turned to look at Harry and Ron, turned back to Hermione with one eyebrow raised skeptically, which only meant what it looked like, and turned to leave.

The whole group stared after him, and finally Harry stated with a low whistle, "That was weird..."

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It was lunch time and Draco was sitting at the Slytherin table, eating his lunch stubbornly.

He'd been in a bad mood all day because of his hair, and he'd finally admitted defeat and let it do its own thing without trying to fix it.

It had looked quite tacky at first, with only one strand loose, and he'd been giggled at by the younger students excessively.

But, as the day went on, the rest of his hair gave out, and it looked like it would when he was in the pool.

Draco, of course, had no idea what he looked like now. He just knew that he had tired of fixing his hair. So, that meant that whenever a girl started staring at him, he thought it was because they thought he looked strange, and gave them the evil eye.

That was until Pansy Parkinson sat down beside him, making him want to throw up.

"Oh, Draccy!!" she cooed. "Your hair looks quite handsome today!"

Draco shuddered, thinking that either she had terrible taste in hair styles, which was very possible, or he'd actually done something right.

"I hadn't noticed..." he droned passively. He just wanted to get Pansy to stop staring at him.

"Draccy...." Pansy started again.

Draco groaned. "What?" he asked, mocking her sick tone.

"Why won't you tell us who you're going to the Masquerade Ball with?" Her face looked pouty.

Draco sighed. Not this again!! "It's none of your business," he said roughly, getting tired of her prying.

Pansy looked affronted and Draco said to quell any suspicions, "You don't know her. She's a friend of the family."

This didn't make her any happier, as she wanted to be Draco's date, but she seemed a little more confident that he was going with someone worthy, a friend of the Malfoy family.

Draco rolled his eyes at her gullibility and turned away, trying to get Pansy to go away, but his eyes landed on some interesting events up at the High Table.

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Shaylee entered the Great Hall, late, as usual, and sat down in her seat with a plop, as usual. Snape was looking at her sardonically, as usual. He also was smiling slightly, which was very Unusual.

"Oh, Merlin... What did I do??" Shaylee muttered outloud to herself, trying to keep her grin to herself.

"Wonderful little note you happened to slip in my pocket this morning..." Snape commented.

Shaylee took her mind off of the 'I've created a monster!!' thoughts, and giggled. "Why thank you!"

"Though the list was quite..." he couldn't find a word for it.

"Amusing?" Shaylee tried.

"Mind-blowing?" she tried again.

"Truthful?" she said, grinning up at him teasingly.

"I think I was looking for 'an infringement of anything meant to be humorous or truthful'..."

"Ha. Ha," Shaylee said dryly.

Severus grinned, noticing that he'd finally said something that Shaylee didn't have a comeback to.

Shaylee smiled and leaned her arm on his shoulder while whispering mischievously in his ear, "I still think you're going as a french fry!!"

Snape glared at her, then retaliated. "Well, I think you really have ulterior motives for dressing up as a fairy!"

Shaylee grinned and said, "Well, Sevvy, you seem to be learning the trade!!"

She then seemed to just comprehend what he said and her mouth dropped open.

"Oh, you take that back!!" Shaylee said angrily.

"Nope." Snape just simply refused.

"NOW!" Shaylee stood up.

"Nope."

"I MEAN IT!!"

"Nope."

They were attracting attention now and the Headmaster looked like he was going to start laughing any time now.

"NOW, OR I WILL TAKE AWAY YOUR TITLE AS 'THE ONE WHO CAUSES HELL' AND I WILL WREAK IT UPON YOU!!!"

"N--"

There was complete silence.

~*~*~**~*~*~

The day of classes had ended and Hermione was in the pool, treading water and thinking.

Lunch had been quite amusing.

She personally thought the Professor Weasley and Professor Snape were a bit of an odd couple, but then again, opposites attract! Plus, Snape DID seem to be lightening up just a tad bit, and she thought she could probably credit that to Professor Weasley.

She was momentarily distracted as the door opened and Draco slid in the door and whispered, "Hey," softly while glancing out the door.

Hermione grinned and started to say, "Hey yourself," but she was stopped when Draco held up his hand. "There are two girls out there, getting ready to come in the pool."

Hermione nodded, then went straight to doing laps as Draco walked over to the diving board.

A few moments later, the door opened again. Two girls walked in, chatting happily.

Hermione didn't want to stare, so it took her a while to realize who it was.

"Hermione?" A familiar voice said from the door.

Hermione looked up, where she saw Angelina Johnson and Katie Bell.

"Oh," she said, standing up. "Hi guys. What are you two doing here?" she asked, wondering the same thing inside her head.

"Oh, just thought we'd get some practice in before we start swimming in PE," Angelina said, shrugging.

"Yeah," Katie joked. "We don't want to have to be rescued by some hot classmate... Total embarrassment..."

Hermione grinned as Angelina elbowed her.

They bent down to whisper to her.

"What's Ferret-face doing here?"

Hermione tried to roll her eyes. "Oh, you know..."

The girls shared a look that said they clearly didn't.

"Oh... Well, he's supposedly here for the same reason and to practice his diving..." She leaned forward and said in a conspiring whisper. "But I don't believe him for one second."

"Oh, really?" Katie looked interested, and slid into the pool to stand closer for better hearing.

~*~*~**~*~*~

Back in the Gryffindor Common Room later that night, Ginny Weasley was sitting on the couch by the fire, reading.

She sighed. She hadn't gotten a date for the ball yet. It was getting closer and closer, and she still didn't have a date.

Oh, she'd been asked, of course. There was Collin, and Neville. But she'd turned all of them down.They just weren't what she was looking for.

Of course, who she was looking for had raven hair, emerald eyes and a scar on his head. But, then again, that wasn't going to happen.

There was a commotion at the Portrait Hole and almost everybody turned around to see Ron playfully nudging Harry towards the fireplace.

Ginny blushed and turned back around, pretending to fix her gaze on her book. She didn't want Harry to see her staring at him with a red face.

There was silence as she realized that everyone who had been looking at them, was now looking at her.

She jumped and whirled around when the sound of a clearing throat came from behind her. She blushed an even deeper shade of red when she saw Harry.

"Oh, hi, Harry," she said, looking up at him questionably.

Harry's cheek's turned pink.

He took a deep breath and said, "Will you go to the ball with me?" quickly.

Ginny's face resembled a tomato as she nodded meekly, grinned, and quietly said, "Yes."

Harry grinned and breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks."

Ron's voice boomed out from where he was still beside the entrance. "Great, Harry! Now we just need to find one for me!"

Ginny looked up at him skeptically as Harry shrugged innocently.

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R/R!! Help take my mind off of the injustices of literature!!!

Claudia Malfoy: LOL! Thanks!!

Fallen-Angel: Heehee! Yep... Thanks... Just hope I don't turn him TOO lovesick...

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