A/N: Well, i got really irritated at my newly-gotten-beta because she never replied to my email (THREE DAYS! How can you not look at your email in three friggon' days?) and so i got super mad and wrote another email, saying that i wasn't waiting any more for her and that she could still send the corrected peice... BUT! i looked over this chapter three times so if it has any mistakes i shall blame rubby ducker 9 compltely. i dedicate this chapter to ms. james potter. THANK YOU for your reviews, although short. oh, and i like your new fic Hug, very cute, but pretty sad... you should make it an entire story how oliver chases after her and everything... that fic remeinded me a little bit of smallville...anyways, enough of my ranting! here is THE NEXT CHAPTER!

Chapter Four: Passion in Charms

I was in Flitwick's class right now and I was bored as hell. I didn't like schoolwork (even though I was pretty good in Charms) and so, instead of practicing the Passion Charm (which made the victim fall in love with deep passion to the castor which, at most, could last for more than a day to only a couple of minutes), I was sketching out different strategies for quidditch and figuring out varying tactics to use in certain backdrops.

You know, I think I've become obsessed with quidditch. Oh no, Merlin help me, I'm becoming a fanatic! Great, now all the boys will fall at my feet! At this point, I would like to thank all my friends…. But the reality of it is, I don't have any. Anyways, as I tear up talking about my undying, fanatical love for quidditch, I must admit, I think I'm not only in love with quidditch, but…

You didn't really think there was someone or something else, did you? Eh-heh…heh.

Anyhow, I suppose there are worse things than being obsessed with quidditch. Like being a mad fan girl.

Did you know what's really sickening? Potter's got both girls and guys tying to get a date with him (and snog him/her.) It revolts me. Under my breath, I muttered some obscene language, heartily taking on Potter's name with a vengeful gusto.

Being ultimately bored after a while of uttering profanities about Potter, I ripped off a piece of my parchment and decided to create a little mayhem. Besides, it would go well with my plan to get Black and Woods together for a while.

I wrote down a love note to Black in an elaborately big and curly handwriting signed Kate Woods. With my wand, I tapped the folded parchment piece and watched as it zoomed haphazardly around the room, zigzagging in no particular pattern so it would show no trace of its original sender (aka me).

I watched amusedly as it tapped Woods on the shoulder and darted through some students performing the Passion Charm on each other and then murmuring cheesy love poems as the spell hit them. The innocent piece of parchment finally shot Black in the head, which made him flinch terribly and turn around in circles, looking remotely like a dumb blonde. I snorted at that, imagining Black in a very tiny miniskirt and a quite short halter top with stiletto heels on as long, blonde hair flowed to a rather erotic imaginary beat. I shuddered, hoping against all odds that he wasn't gay.

Looking up from my rather nauseating thoughts, I saw Black finished reading the note, raising his eyebrows suggestively at a rather puzzled Woods.

I smirked at my handiwork, but then noticed a bemused Potter staring ironically at me. I sent him a flirtatious smile and a wink but, instead of looking at me like a stupid oaf would; he looked weirdly at me like I was some sort of odd and unnatural specimen that even a scientist would be revolted to have.

I acted as if nothing had happened and turned back to my writing. But instead of drawing out of another strategy, I found myself overwhelmed with very un-platonic thoughts of James. 'Who's James?' my subconscious yelled at me, but I took no heed of my dumbly-asked question and daydreamed for a split second about James. What I daydreamed about there included James in a very wet shirt, and me in a skimpy bikini along with lot of lemonade on a very hot day. And that is all I shall say in the matter.

My legs walked over to the corner of the room where James was so I could confess my newly-revealed love for him, though it felt oddly like I was being possessed at that moment.

I swung my hips as I walked towards him and noticed that a couple of guys happened to check me out. 'Whoa…That's a first.' As I made my way to him I dully noted that he had his wand out and was smirking profusely, but I didn't pay any regards to it and continued walking towards him. I only stopped until I was a foot away from his face then straddled him to his chair with my legs. He no longer wore a smirk, but a round 'O' shaped his mouth.

His eyes were round with shock and his breath hitched as I wrapped my arms around his neck seductively, and whispered teasingly, "I know you like me."

He stared at me with huge eyes, stunned. When he dropped his wand I suddenly pulled out of my possessed stupor and, aware of the close proximity to him, I wondered for one wild moment whether I was in another one of my fantasized dreams or not. Then, all too aware of what had happened, I asked loudly, "What the hell was that!" Everyone in the room, if they weren't already staring at us, turned and looked. Where was Professor Flitwick?

Eyeing his wand, I spoke out harshly, "You used the Passion Charm on me! You—you are the biggest git in the world!" I shook my head at him and, noticed that I really needed to get off him before I did something I would regret. Something I would really regret. And that wouldn't be hurting him…Quite the opposite, that is.

He recovered from his dazed reverie and looked into my eyes with eyes that glimmered with something that freaked me out totally and was definitely not hate.

"Revenge is sweet." He said it so absently though, that I think his mind was barely on our conversation, but instead on who was on his lap. I noticed, alarmed, that my skirt had hitched up so much that the hem was up mid-thigh.

Pretending to look disgusted, I got off Potter's lap hastily and barked at the huge crowd of students watching, "Back to work, now!"

I walked swiftly towards my desk, ignoring the fifty-one (or more pairs) of eyes watching me and into my desk with an 'oomph' and took out some mood-changing ink. I dipped my quill in the bottle and started writing the essay for Transfiguration on Vanishing Spells and Three Possible Uses for Them. I was very distracted and all I wrote was the definition of a Vanishing Spell and for the uses scratched down some pathetic ideas like 'easy way to hide yourself from Filch when past-curfew'.

I glanced up quickly from my paper and saw a couple of girls from my dormitory looking at me with gawky faces and opening and closing their mouths like fishies and a few more gossiping about me, looking astonished. Black clapped Potter over the back, talking animatedly while Lupin watched on amused as Potter was in stunned silence, looking glassy-eyed at the floor with his mouth slightly parted open, Pettigrew looked up at Potter admirably and nodding his head at Black's words every once and a while. I scoffed and turned back to my essay.

That class seemed to last forever and when it ended I felt like screaming, "I'm free! I'm free!" like a jail breaker. Well, that is, until I saw Malfoy.

I didn't even notice him until he stepped out of a shadowed crook in the wall and sneered, "So, Evans, been slut-ing around with Potter, have you?"

"What? Are you jealous?" I jeered back, a tinge of anger flushing my cheeks. Aim for the prey.

"Well… I do have time," I looked at my wrist as if there were a watch on it, "during Friday night…Maybe, if you're lucky, you and I can do some cuddling," I said sarcastically.

"Evans, don't tempt me," He said looking bored.

"Maybe I'll even give you a kiss!" I said, feigning animation. Tease the target.

Ignoring my last comment, he said, "So, how was it, getting so close to Potter?" Merlin, is he gay! He wants to know how that felt with Potter. Ergh, gross, maybe he is. "Oh, wait. You kissed him. I suppose that makes more sense, now, doesn't it? You liking Potter, you've always fallen for the pretty boys," at this, he rolled his eyes.

Hey, I did not kiss himBesides, I do not fall for pretty boys. Potter is so not one of those pretty, preppy boys, anyways.

Now I was seriously getting annoyed, "Well, then, at least it is better than falling for a maniacal deatheater, who, thus recently, has been found gay."

I could see I had struck a nerve because he said stiffly, "Evans, don't talk about what you don't know."

"Which parts do I not know enough about? Is it about you being gay? Because it sure makes a lot of sense, you've never gone out with a girl or even checked one out, so, maybe, you've been secretly going out with some lucky guy. Is it Crabbe, even though he's not that great-looking, or even normal-looking, but then you've always had a queer taste…?" I smirked. The prey was wounded. I had used my claws.

"Or is it about you being a deatheater, because everyone one in the whole, entire friggon' school knows about that! And, besides, I've seen you muttering to yourself, practicing your little dark spells," I said cruelly, but not feeling a thing, because, really, it was nauseating and, just, sick

And, now, the prey was bleeding, but it was mad at me. And it was about to strike back.

Malfoy had whipped out his wand way before I had even finished my thoughts. He muttered a spell that was clearly not legal, judging by the dark misted purple smoke emitting from the tip of his wand.

Once the mist reached me I started to gag violently. The more it engulfed me, the closer I felt like I would choke to death. At some point, I had fallen to the floor, on my knees, clutching my neck. In the next moment, I was curled up on the cold, biting, stone floor and tears streamed down my face as the last breaths of air were sucked out of me.

In the background, I heard someone that sounded like Potter, yelling angrily at Malfoy and then I heard the pounding steps of someone running away. As I drew my last breath, I saw Potter hovering over me worried as he picked me up. My last conscious thought before I passed out was that it felt kind of nice, despite the fact that I was suffocating, to the point of death.

A/n: well, replies to my reviewers, sorry i haven't done it in other chapters but i forgot! anyways, last chapter there were barely any reviews!

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