Hey, I'm back again. I think I'm going to be able to update more often seeing as how I have finished my other two stories already. Yay! Anyway…here's another update and I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: Simon says…I don't own anything. Stupid Simon. :(

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Chapter 11

Draco was quite proud of himself at being able to fool the sisters into believing his story. He had always felt like lying was one of his best assets, along with being devilishly handsome and rich of course. At the moment he was enjoying his breakfast in the Great Hall when he saw the sisters walk in with Snape and McGonagall. Well that's an unlikely group, he thought as he drank his pumpkin juice. As they got closer it was obvious that they were headed his way. Sure enough they all walked up to him causing all attention in the hall to be directed his way.

"Draco, a word if you please," said Snape.

"Of course, professor," he replied in his most pompous voice as he got up from the table.

They all exited the hall with Draco close behind. He did not know where they were headed until he saw the big stone gargoyle that told him he was about to go to Dumbledore's office. Uh oh, he thought briefly.

They all ascended the staircase and entered to find the headmaster sitting at his desk sipping some tea and looking very content.

"Good morning to you all," he said jovially as he conjured some chairs for everyone to sit at. "To what do I owe the pleasure of this meeting?"

"Well, someone broke into our house last night and tried to steal our book," Paige began before anyone else could get a word in.

"I see. That is most unfortunate. Did you happen to see who it was?" he asked frowning slightly.

"No, but Draco here did. Why don't you tell him what you told us," said Piper.

So Draco recounted his story for the headmaster, McGonagall and Snape. To the sisters' surprise it was the exact same story he had told the night before. He had not changed a single detail.

Then Phoebe told Dumbledore about her premonition and about what had happened that morning in the teacher's room.

"We were sure that if anyone was after the book it would have been him. It wouldn't be the first time he tried. But like I said before it wasn't him, it was only a braggert," Phoebe finished.

"I think you mean 'boggart', Phoebe," said Paige.

"Oh," she said blushing slightly. Dumbledore gave her a smile.

"Well, I am afraid that this can only mean two things. One, either someone else is after your book or two, Mr. Malfoy here is being less than truthful." Dumbledore looked at Draco intently and the blonde found it very unnerving. He shifted in his seat.

"Well, Draco," Snape prodded. "Care to retell your story or would you like me to fetch some veritaserum?"

"Veri-what?" Piper asked.

"Veritaserum. The most powerful truth potion known to wizard kind. Need I remind you, Draco, that one drop will have you spilling your deepest and darkest secrets?" replied Snape threateningly.

Draco glared at his supposed favorite professor. "That won't be necessary, professor. I did it," he said barely above a mumbled whisper.

"When you talk it helps if you actually move your lips you know," said Piper.

"I did it," he said now glaring at her. "I saw Phoebe -"

"Excuse me, that's Professor Halliwell to you," Phoebe interrupted him. "Go on."

"I saw Professor Halliwell last night and I decided to follow her," he said through gritted teeth. "I heard her say the password and I followed. I went up to the attic and when I saw the book I thought I'd have a little look. You know the rest," he said looking at no one.

"It seems like curiosity got the better of you, Mr. Malfoy," said Dumbledore.

"Yeah well, curiosity killed the cat," Piper said a bit annoyed that Chris had been right about the Slytherins after all.

"What cat?" said Draco confused. "Mrs. Norris," he said with a hopeful look in his eye.

"It's just a saying. You know like 'don't count your chickens before they hatch' and 'the grass is always greener on the other side.'" Paige was met with blank stares from the wizards in the room. "Never mind."

"Then I suppose it is up to the professors to decide your punishment," said Dumbledore.

"Fifty points from Slytherin and a week's worth of detention," said Snape icily. He was very embarrassed for what Draco had done, as if the Slytherins didn't already have a bad enough reputation. Snape looked at the sisters expectantly.

"Oh yeah, I forgot we can do that too. Fifty points off and one nights detention," said Piper.

"Only one night," said Draco surprised.

"Oh don't you worry, we'll keep you plenty busy. Besides you'll probably need your energy for your detention with Professor Snape," said Paige cheerfully.

Five very happy professors and one very murderous student left the headmasters office that morning.

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The rest of the day flew by without incident as did the rest of the week. Pretty soon it was time for Paige's first shot as teacher. Surprisingly, she was not at all nervous.

"Well, we know the kids by now and they're really not that bad, well most of them anyway," she said remembering that Draco was in the class.

They arrived in the classroom fifteen minutes early to find three students already there. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sitting at the very front desk of the class right in front of the teacher's desk.

"Hey guys, why are you here so early?" said Phoebe as they walked in.

"We heard what happened with Malfoy. Is everything alright?" said Harry concerned.

"Everything's fine. Wait, how'd you hear about that?" asked Piper.

"News always travels pretty fast around here, especially when it's supposed to be a secret," Hermione said smiling.

"I can't believe that bloody wanker was after your book," said Ron disgusted.

"Yeah, well that's Malfoy for you," said Harry. "Rotten to the core."

"Maybe you should slap him again, Hermione. Remember, that was bloody brilliant," said Ron smiling a dreamy smile as he reminisced.

"Don't tempt me," she replied.

"Wait you slapped him?" Phoebe asked very amused.

"Yes, in our third year. I was just fed up with him and I had enough."

"You go girl," said Paige. "By the way, you guys are in for a very good lesson if I do say so myself." Hermione perked up instantly while Ron and Harry slunk down in their seats. "Now guys come on, what could be more interesting that writing your own spells," she ventured trying to entice them. When she received no response she continued, "What about making unwanted things disappear?" Now she had their attention.

"Could we use it on Malfoy?" Harry asked eagerly.

"What about all of the Slytherins?" asked Ron just as eager.

"I thought that would get their attention," said Paige satisfied. She would have replied but by now, the rest of the students were filing in.

After everyone was seated and the roll had been called, Paige began her very first lesson.

"Today I'm going to teach you how to write a proper spell. First I'll start off with a demonstration then I want to see how well all of you can write a spell. Don't worry, it'll be something simple. Now, who has something that they want to get rid of for good?"

This question sparked a lot of conversation. The two rival houses kept looking at each other and pointing out the different people they would want to be rid of. Draco and Harry were eyeing each other. Hermione saw Pansy staring at her with disgust an Pansy didn't even notice Parvati and Lavender staring at her. This is not exactly what Paige had in mind.

She whistled loudly to get everyone's attention again. "What I meant was does anyone have something about them that they would want to get rid of. Like a wart, a zit, a bruise…" she trailed off trying to think of other things.

"What about a scar?" Harry asked hopefully.

"I don't see why that wouldn't work," said Paige.

"Harry, you can't," said Hermione shocked that he had even brought it up.

"Why not?" His anger was bubbling just beneath the surface.

"Because…you know, I mean we can't exactly talk about it right here," she said begging him to see reason.

"Why not?" he said clearly getting angrier. "It's not like everyone doesn't know already."

"Hermione's right, Harry. This isn't the time or the place," said Ron hoping to stop his friend from exploding like usual.

"There will never be a time or place," he said through gritted teeth.

"So," Paige interrupted trying to divert attention from the trio. "How about those warts?"

Surprisingly, Pansy of all people raised her hand. "Um, Professor Halliwell I have something I want to get rid of," she said in a voice much unlike her own. It was quiet and slightly embarrassed.

"Actually it's Professor Matthews. It's a long story, come on down."

Pansy walked to the front of the class and held out her right hand. There on her middle finger was a wart about the size of a galleon. Everyone gasped, a few laughed, but everyone could see it, even those in the very back of the class. Pansy blushed because of those who were laughing.

"I'll have this gone in no time. Now everyone watch closely and listen to the arrangement of the words in the spell. Let the object of objection become but a dream, as I cause the seen to be unseen."

Paige finished the spell and as soon as she had, a small glow appeared around Pansy's hand. When the glow faded, everyone gasped including Pansy. The wart was completely gone. There was no trace that one was ever even there. Pansy looked beside herself with glee and at the same time she looked like she had wanted to cry. "Thank you Professor," she whispered before going to sit down.

"And that is how it's done," said Paige. "Now it's your turn. Under each of your desks there should be a small white pillow. I want each group to come up with a spell that will turn the pillow into a blanket. If you were listening to the arrangement of the spell I just used, you will have noticed that the subject of the spell comes first, the object of objection; followed by what you want the subject to become, a dream; and finally what you actually want the subject to do, in this case become unseen. Go for it."

Everyone set to work trying this new form of transfiguration. That's what the students saw it as, wandless transfiguration.

No one had noticed that Harry had carefully written down the spell on a piece of parchment and tucked it away into his robes. What was he going to do?