Chapter 6: I Bet You Look Good On the Dance Floor

James Potter stood bluntly before me, his eyes almost dancing with glee. He was breathing heavily, probably from running all the way from the Gryffindor table, which the farthest the entrance. I couldn't help but look at ears, hoping that there would be some remnant of the spell Sev had cast. There was not.

"What do you want?" I asked, rather rudely. I was in no need to talk to anyone, especially to James Potter, the biggest git since the word git was invented.

"I saw you run out, I thought I'd follow you," he said, breathing deeply, and ruing his fingers through his raven black hair.

"And what does any of this have to do with?" I raised my eyebrow, only to have him return the favor.

"Well, I thought you might be running out because of me." I didn't look at him; though, I could tell that he was looking down at his feet.

"Of course it's about you. It's always about you now isn't it? You and Sev always get in fights. But now they're about me?! Sure, I don't know what you said, Sev didn't know either—"

"Sev, not know what we were talking about? I highly doubt that. First, he has the most amazing hearing, and smell, come to think of it. Second, when he was attacking me, I could swear he said something about me toying with your emotions."

"But wh-why would he say that? What were you saying about me, Potter?" I looked up, my eyes automatically locked with his. I was lost in them. I didn't want to, I just couldn't, look away. I knew that I shouldn't feel this way; I had Kyle, which should be enough, right? I knew the answer to that question; it was a very simple answer: he wasn't James. I shook these thoughts out of my head, and turned away from James, looking at some painting on the wall I had never noticed before.

"I was talking about how amazing you are, especially for a Slytherin. I don't think Snivellus like that very much, but I couldn't blame him, he must be even more jealous that I was starting to like you."

"Two things. One, why was everyone laughing, and two, you like me?" I felt my eyes fall upon James once again. He had a slight blush placed over his cheek bones. He was smiling at me, and I couldn't help but smile back. I was trying my hardest to avoid his eyes; I knew that if they had the chance to enchant me one more time that I would have no choice but fall into his arms and into his mercy.

"First they were laughing because I said that 'it'll be a pity to have to beat you at the next Quidditch match. Second, I never said I liked you."

I looked at James. For I moment I was trapped by his eyes, but before I couldn't let them overpower me, I looked away.

"Whatever James, I have to get to class, I, unlike some, care about school. I'd better be off." I started to walk away.

"I'll walk with you, we are going to the same class," James said, running after me.

"Although that's true, I'm going to go and meet Kyle. You know Kyle, my boyfriend." I emphasized on the word boyfriend. I could no longer hear James' footsteps. I turned around, his face was filled with anger, and he was clutching his fists, but slowly he eased out.

"You okay?" I asked, giving him a questioning look.

"Yeah, it's just… nevermind. I'll see you in potions."

I walked away towards the Great Hall, a confused look plastered on my face. I walked slowly into the Great Hall, looking over at Sev and Kyle, neither of whom looked very happy, nor where they eating. I skipped happily over to them, trying to hide all my confusion. On my face I placed the best smile I could come up with. I in one swift motion I sat down in my pervious spot and wrapped my arms around Kyle. I kissed him, which must have surprised him, for he had a weird look on his face. Or maybe, I'm just not a good kisser.

I looked around, hoping to see James looking over at me. Alas, however, he wasn't. Although his friend Sirius Black was, with a look of pure hatred played on his perfect face. I smirked at him as I waved goodbye to Kyle and went with Sev to potions.

I walked in and sat down. I never gave another thought to James or Kyle. My mind was on Quidditch and the team, and how I had to kick them off, which I didn't want to do at all, they scared me too much. I didn't bother paying attention to Slughorn; he never said anything of importance. Once he was finished, we were to start on the potion that was written up on the board.

I heard Slughorn tell the class to get to work. I got up and went over to the store cupboard. I was searching for some boomslang skin when someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around to see Sirius grinning from ear to ear.

"We're partners. I think you slept through Slughorn's talk, you seemed really zoned out," Sirius said, grabbing my hand and pulling me over to the seat next to him.

"I wasn't asleep, Black. I was thinking about other things." Sirius raised an eyebrow. "Quidditch," I explained. "I have to kick your brother and the rest of his cronies off the team, not sure how though. I guessing they won't be very happy, Malfoy probably gonna kill me, but whatever."

"Thanks for that needed explanation. Now, let's get started," Sirius said, clapping his hands together. "You want to do everything? I need to talk to James, although, I promise we won't say anything about Lily Evans."

"Whatever, do whatever you bloody want, Black, I couldn't care less. However, when Slughorn comes around you'd better at least pretend you're doing something, or he'll get mad at me."

"Okay mother." Sirius raised an eyebrow, as if to challenge me to respond. I was famous for my temper; it got me into a whole lot of trouble.

"Thanks," I said, taking him up on his challenge. "'Cause you know, all I've ever wanted to be in life was your mother. I mean, she's so mean and hateful and just everything I inspire to be." I glared at Sirius, just to have the glare returned.

"Well, that's good, 'cause you're already on your way there."

I opened my month to speak, only to have James beat me to the punch. "Hey, hey guys," James said, causing my mouth to shut. "Sirius, Andy, no need to be mean. Sirius," James began, putting an arm around me, "you know she is a Slytherin and a Snape, you got to give her a break."

"You're right; you can't expect anything less from a Snape." The way he said this I wasn't sure if he was joking or being serious. I mean, of course he was being Sirius, but I wasn't sure if he was being serious.

"Let's just get to work," I said, turning back to the cauldron, which was still empty, even though we were supposed to be almost done.

Sirius and I didn't talk the whole rest of class, although, he had tried to start a conversation many o' times. However, I wouldn't let him say anything; I felt that if he did, I would just blow up.

Once class was done, I took my time cleaning up. I wanted to be the last one out, that way I could slip down to the common room without anyone noticing. I had charms and I didn't feel like listening to Filtwick talking about some stupid charm, which I would have no use for, ever!

I laid down on my bed, closed my eyes, and hoped to fall asleep and not have to wake up until tomorrow. However, then it dawned on me, I had my detention tonight. I hated the stupid detentions Slughorn gave, they were stupid and pointless, and all had to be done without magic, even though it could have been done in two seconds with magic!

I fell asleep, almost instantly after I stopped caring about my detention, and after I set my alarm to wake me up around seven thirty, giving me enough time to get down to Slughorn's office.

I was having a great dream where Regulus Black was doing disco. Then all of a sudden Sirius, his older brother, came and started dancing, too. Sirius asked for a dance off, and Regulus accepted. They danced until the wee hours of the morning. In the end, Regulus won. He did a victory brake dance around the room. Suddenly the music changed to a weird beeping noise, it sounded like an alarm clock. Alas, it was a very annoying alarm clock, one, that doesn't seem like it know when someone's enjoying their dream.

I turned off my alarm, still half asleep. I crawled out of bed and out into the common room. It was crowed with people talking and laughing or doing their homework, whishing it was quieter. I slumped out of the common room and into the hall. The dungeons were empty except for a few people rushing to the common room from dinner. I was happy that Slughorn's office wasn't far from the safety of the common room.

I walked inside, not bothering to knock. I hoped that I would be doing this detention alone; I didn't like having to clean with other people around. I looked down at my watch to see that I was around ten minutes early, not even Slughorn was here, not that he was ever early, or even on time. After hours upon hours of waiting—ten minutes—the door opened and in came some familiar faces.

Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, and Peter Pettigrew walked in, leaving me stunned. I waved at Remus, glared at Sirius, and didn't bother with Peter. I motioned for Remus to come and sit next to me, which he did. However, Sirius and Peter came over and sat next to Remus.

"Andy, I'm sorry about today, I just was in a bad mood, and I knew I could make you mad. I just needed to get into a row with someone, it was nothing personal," Sirius told me, taking my hand tightly into his.

"Okay, I forgive you. But you can please let go of my hand, Black," I told him, trying to move my hand from his grasp. Nevertheless he wouldn't let go.

"Remus, don't you think that our dear Andy here is just absolutely in love with our wonderfully fanicable friend James?" Sirius asked, still grasping my hand tightly. He winked at Remus, who was just as confused as I was.

"Yeah, that's it…" Remus said, hesitantly. He was staring at me with a blank expression. I shook my head slightly, trying to just completely ignore them.

Moments later in walked Slughorn, looking bubbly. He smiled at us, and sat down as his desk. "You all will be cleaning up in here. I want it spotless. And Andy, remember, no magic!" With a flick of a wand, Slughorn rags and all kinds of cleaning supplies appear.

"Yes… sir," I added bitterly as Slughorn left, strolling happily out of the classroom.

I went grabbed a rag and started cleaning the table that I would normally sit at. I hummed to myself, not wanting to even think about any of the other people in the room. I went about my business without any trouble for the first half of my detention.

Suddenly the door opened with a load bang as the doors hit the walls. I looked over and saw none other than my boyfriend, Kyle, walked in proudly.

Kyle looked around the room. He smiled at me, and then his eyes rested on Remus. His smile turned into a quirky grin. No one said anything for the longest time. Sirius was the first to speak.

"What are you doing here? We're in the middle of a detention; we don't need anymore Slytherins here!"

Kyle's grin just grew wider at Sirius's comment. "Why am I here? I think the question is, why are you here!" Kyle said, pointing at Remus.

"Wh—what are you talking about?" Remus said, trying to sound casual, as if he wasn't just being accused of something.

"You're a were-wolf, that's what!"