By the end of the day Snape had retrieved all of my belongings in Grffindor tower and placed them in his bedroom. I followed Severus into his room where he conjured two twin beds out of his ow.
"Umm...Severus, what are you doing there is a extra bedroom down the hallway, why did you transfigure yours?"
"Harry, when I meant you would be under my eyes twenty four seven, I meant twenty four seven. However, considering you can't be under my eye during class I will have to configure yourself a watch you make lead way when I feel you are about to do something that can and will get you in trouble."
"But Sev, you can't be serious!"
"Harry James, consider yourself lucky that I am allowing you to sit with your friends during classes. So unless you wish to be moved to the other side of the room I would suggest you change the attitude and comply."
"Okay."
"It's not okay, it is yes sir."
"Fine, yes sir."
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The next day came as quickly as the day before left.
Today, however, he noticed he had his first Defense Against the Dark Arts class. At the look of my scheldule all I could thank was, 'Oh goody, I get to deal with Lockhart today, how pleasant! Just remember, do not do ANYTHING that can get me into trouble, deal with that belt again I think not!!!"
They had reached Lockhart's classroom where I yanked my robes straight and headed for a seat at the very back of the class,where I bruised myself piling all seven of Lockhart's books in front of myself, so that I could avoid looking at the real thing.
The rest of the class came chattering in, and Ron and Hermione sat down on each side of me.
The first thing Ron noticed was my watch," Harry why are you wearing a watch? You never wear a watch, ever!"
I shuttered at the thought of what happened to cause me to have to wear the awful thing. "Oh trust me, it isn't a watch, it is a camera. Severus didn't like that I keep getting into trouble. So he decided I am not mature enough on my own, so now I live in his chambers until he feels I am responsible enough to be on my own."
"Oh Harry, I am so sorry that you got into trouble. But hey it was worth the look on Malfoy's face, right??"
"Yeah, I guess."
When the whole class was seated , Lockhart cleared his throat loudly and silence fell. He reached forward, picked up Neville's copy of Travels with Trolls, and held it up to show his own, winking portraits on the front.
"Me," he said pointing at it and winking as well. "Gilderoy Lockhartm, order of merlin, third class, Honorary member of the dark force defense league, and five time winner of Witch Weekly's Most-Charming Smile Award---but I don't want to talk about that. I didn't get rid of the Bandon Banshee by smiling at her!"
He waited for them to laugh; a few people smiled weakly.
"I see you've all bought a complete set of my books--- well done. I thought we'd start today with a little quiz. Nothing to worry about---just to check how well you've read them, how much you've taken in---"
When he handed out the test papers he returned to the front of the class and said, "You have thirty minutes---start---now!"
I looked down at my paper and read quitely to the extent I wouldn't get in trouble and read:
1.) What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color?
2.)What is Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition?
3.) What, in your opinion, is Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement to date?
On and on, gosh how conceited was this idiot, right down to the final question,
54.) When is Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday, and what would his ideal gift be?
Finally I started which seemed to go on forever and forever and forever.
Half and hour later, Lockhart collected the papers and rifted through them in front of the class.
"Tut, Tut----hardly any of you remembered that my favorite color is lilac, I say so in Year with the Yeti. And a few of you need to read Wandering with the Wearwolves more carefully---I clearly state in chapter twelve that my ideal birthday gift would be harmony between all magic and non magic peoples--though I wouldn't say no to a large bottle of Odgen's Old Firewhiskey!"
"...but Miss Hermione Granger knew my sevret ambition is to rid the world of evil and market my own range of hair-care potions--good girl"
In fact"---he flipped her paper over--- "full marks! Where is Miss Hermione Granger?"
Hermione blushed as she raised her hand, no homework for you today, Ms. Granger. All others are to take your papers and correct them."
This was to much I couldn't stop myself, "Excuse me Professor Love-yourself- Lockhart, I thought this was Defense Againt the Dark Arts, not Lockhart 101 so my answer to you is no I refuse to do your stupid assignment!!!"
Professor Lockhart looked so mad he could have busted, "Every one else is dismissed besides Mr. Potter."
Hermione and Ron said they would wait outside, so I just remembered 'Oh crap Snape'll kill me I am already grounded. Oh no!"
Professor Lockhart motioned for me to come up to his desk and I remembered, "Professor please don't give me detention my dad'll kill me please."
"No Harry, I can't do that you WILL meet me in my office at seven sharp, understood?"
"But professor, please you don't understand he will KILL ME!!"
"Well Mr. Potter you should have thought about that before you ran your mouth."