A/n Yes i know its been a while but dont expect to much.i have no time for fanfic :(

Disclaimer:all credit goes to jkr

Chapter 2 -Teachers Pet

Classes started the next day. Lucky for me, I had transfiguration and History of magic first, so I was HAPPY!

(Please note the sarcasm)\

Why do you not like those subjects? You ask

Well firstly, History of magic is so damn boring. If it wasn't for the attentiveness of Rhea, me and the twins would have failed miserably in our exams. Although sometimes I think Professor Binns bores Rhea too. (Not that she'll admit it)

And then there's Transfiguration...

Trying not to be too modest but transfiguration isn't exactly my best subject. I mean I did get a T once... or twice, or maybe more than twice. But Hey! Nobody's perfect. I mean look at James. He has plenty of faults. And if you are perfect (damn you) James has enough faults to share around with everyone so technically it doesn't count.

So as you can see, transfiguration isn't really one of my strengths, which is probably why good old McGonagall called me up to speak to her at the end of class.

As I walked up confidently Cough (sorry I have a cold) up to her desk, she seemed to be holding a piece of parchment that looked strangely like my end of year exam from last year.

Putting on my best teachers pet smile, I stopped in front of her desk.

"Miss Potter" she said glancing up at me over her reading glasses. No my name is Yaldamay Quinton. Who the hell do you think it is!

"Yes Professor," I said sweetly. (As you can see we are very good friends. Cough. Damb cold!)

She took off her glasses and let out a sigh, which in my opinion was unnecessarily long, and shook her head.

I hate it when teachers do the whole non-verbal thing. Why can't they just shout at you and get it over with.

"Unlike your brother, James, who is excellent transfiguration, I have noticed that your grades are incredibly low.

Okay one. She mentioned my brother. Two, I know what my brother's name is; she doesn't have to mention it. Three, she compared me to him in which I came out as the worser sibling. Four, Hello? Does she really have to state the obvious? We all know 'my grades are incredibly low'. It's not exactly headline news.

As I said, we are very good friends. We go waaaay back.

Of course all of this time I was smiling sweetly.

"Frankly Miss Potter-"

Yup that's me

"I'm down to my last resorts"

Aww. Poor you.

"I've decided that you should have tutoring lessons."

"What!" (Yup I said that one out loud. So much for the teacher's pet smile) "You can't-"

"Mr Black has agreed to tutor you. You two can arrange the times that suit you."

"Wait, did you say Mr Black? I can't be taught by Sirius. He's a complete dick head and-"

"Miss Potter!" glared the Prof." Kindly refrain from using such language, especially when describing fellow students!"

I was going to say something in return but I decided against it as it sort of went against her bad language rules.

"And besides," she said looking at something over my shoulder," there are more than one Mr Blacks at this school."

I turned around to see a dark headed boy with deep-hazel eyes and a slightly tanned face, grinning at me.

"Reggie?" I said in surprise

"We will review your progress in a few weeks," said McGonagall walking past me to the door. (She seemed eager to escape.)

"Wait he's my tu-" I started but she had already gone.

I slowly turned back around to him to find him still smiling at me. He seems to do that a lot.

"It's nice to know what you think of my brother"

"Well I didn't really-"

"Hey, it's all good. He's not my most favorite person in the world either. Dickhead...interesting word to describe him."

I winced.

"Don't worry about it," he said noting my expression. "I won't tell him if you don't. So, when are you free?"

"What? Oh um pretty much all lunch times and after lessons, so whenever's good for me."

"Well I've got quidditch on Wednesdays and Thursdays after lessons and on Friday lunch so maybe we could go..." He paused, his brow slightly creased, thinking. "Maybe Wednesday and Friday after school and after lunch on Saturday, if you don't mind it being in the weekend. That way if we need more time, we're flexible."

"Like as I said: Whenever's good for me."

"Great! We could probably work in the library," he said gathering up his books.

"Sounds good to me."

"Well I guess I'll see you on Wednesday then." he said turning to go as we left the classroom.

"Yeah, seeya then," I said smiling back at him as I turned to go and find my friends.

They were probably worried about me.

Or not

xxxxxxx

I met the others in our room.

"How'd it go?" asked Rhea

"Tutoring." I said plonking myself down beside them.

"Oooo that bad huh?" said Rose

I shrugged

"You don't seem that annoyed," pointed out Rhea.

"I got Reggie." I muttered grabbing a packet of crackers lying beside Roses bed. You got Reggie what?" Alice asked suspiciously.

"I didn't get him anything." I said munching

"But you said 'I got Reggie'" said Rose.

"I know," I said through a mouthful.

"Well...?" said Alice staring at me impatiently.

"Well what?" I said seriously

"What did you get Reggie?"

"I didn't get him anything." I said trying to keep a straight face.

"Argh!" groaned Rhea as Alice through a shoe at me.

I dodged it laughing.

"Don't be so annoying" moaned Rose.

"Yeah, you're nearly as bad as James," said Alice.

Well that shut me up. That's twice in two hours that I have been compared with my brother. Who's been drugging the food?!

The twins smiled gleefully at their accomplishment.

I gave them the evil eyes and grabbed another cracker. (They were good okay) "I got Reggie..." I paused dramatically. "As my tutor." Silence.

Wait for it.

"What?" Alice and Rose said together.

There you go. I knew it was coming. "Reggie's my tutor." I stated simply.

"As in Reggie Black," said Rose

"What other Reggie do we know," said Rhea.

"Thank you Rhea," I said, grateful that there was at least some intelligence in this room.

"Well no wonder you're not annoyed," mused Alice. "What would be better than having a hot guy as your tutor!"

We all eyed her.

"I thought you liked Frank," said Rhea suspiciously.

"I do, but that doesn't mean I can't state the obvious."

The bell rang, quickly stopping our delightful conversation.

"Is it potions next?" asked Rhea picking up her bags.

I pulled out my timetable finding Tuesday. "Yup potions." I said putting the slip of parchment back in my pocket then picking up my bag before following Alice out the door.

Potions would probably be one of my more favorite subjects. (Note: no sarcasm this time). Find it really fascinating, I mean you put a whole lot of things together, chop 'em up, stir a bit and voila! You have something completely different. It would probably be my top favorite if it wasn't for the teacher. Professor Slughorn. He sort of reminds me of... Well, some guy who captures butterflies, kills them, then pins them to the walls in a glass cabinet in some dark and dusty room. And every now and he sneaks off in the middle of the night to the room. First he unlocks it with an old key revealing some steps, which go down and disappear into the darkness. Then he walks down the stairs holding a flickering candle, in hi nightcap and slippers, and creaks open the wooden door at the bottom of the stairs. The candle semi illuminates the room. He walks over and places the candle on a desk, then carefully takes the case of butterflies from the wall and places it on the desk, blowing away the dust.

He stands there for hours, just staring at the beautiful, delicate, detailed, colorful...dead bugs. After a while he realizes what time it is so he carefully places the case back on the wall, grabs the nearly extinguished candle, walks out of the room shutting the door behind him, shuffles up the stairs, goes through the door, locks it carefully, then goes to bed. In the morning, the housekeeper wakes him up to go to work, and he continues life as if nothing has happened.

Don't worry. You're not the first person who's told me I have a twisted imagination.

I haven't actually seen any evidence yet that the prof is actually what I perceive him to be but everybody has secrets.

Well what I said about him is sorta true... Metaphorically. Because he has his precious favorite students, and every now and then he has little 'parties' with them. And he acts like its a secret but everybody knows. So it's sorta similar to the whole butterfly thing. You know, dead butterflies, favorite students... See the similarities..? Maybe...? Not really...? Me neither. But what I was trying to get to is that I am luckily (Note sarcasm) one of Sluggy's favs!!!! Yay for me !!!! Not.

So any way, here I am walking to potions with my oh-so-delightful friends, when who should come around the corner but alas! T'is James and the Justice league of doom!

"What are you doing down here?" he asked.

I rolled my eyes. "In case you haven't noticed, this is a school James. We're going to class."

"Suuure you are," he smirked.

"Yeah. Sure," I said smiling sweetly, before walking past him.

As we entered the dungeon room, I turned to Rose." what was that?"

"What was what?" she answered innocently

"You and Black. I saw how you two looked at each other back there." I glared.

"Oh come Ells. Its just Sirius." Said Rhea.

"Who's an arrogant bastard!" I whispered as Slughorn entered the room.

"And he's Witch Weekly's number 1 hottest guy of the century." Added Alice.

The twins looked at each other before cracking up in silent peals of laughter. Slughorn eventually glared at them, which encouraged them to calm down. He seemed to be uptight, so he made us copy notes in silence, preventing us to finish our conversation.

Well preventing us to continue verbally anyway and once again I became indebted to the creator of passing notes

Just chill, you're almost as tense as Mr Sluggy up there

You flirted with my brother's best friend!!!!!!

Hey at least in wasn't your brother.

Go away. I'm trying to learn. If you pass another note to me I'll burn it.

Wow the bad mood seems to be catching

Well at least Rhea is like that for a reason. She's a nerd.

Hello? Can we please get back on topic!

Right. You being angry at me for liking Sirius.

Yes

I can't help who I like-

That's the point when Slughorn came over without us noticing and snatched the note off Rose. And of course read it… After his eyes skimmed over it, he looked up at us.

"I am very disappointed in you girls." He said looking deeply hurt. "Especially you Miss Potter. It seems as though I have no choice but to exclude you from the Slug Clubs next two gatherings. Hopefully then you will have learnt your lesson."

I looked down at my desk, trying to look deeply disappointed by my punishment.

"And as for you two," he said glaring at the twins. " Think it is a fit enough punishment for you to have it on your conscience that you have deprived Ellie of these gatherings."

They both looked at him with their best aghast face, but I noticed the corners of their mouths were twitching.

"And since this isn't the first time that this has occurred, you shall have to be split up. Rose can go with Miss Lupin. Alice with Mr Shaklebolt, and Miss Potter can go with… Mr Black."

I gathered up my things and moved over to where Reggie was sitting.

"So, we meet again," he smirked.

"Indeed we do." I said seriously.

"And here I was thinking you were one of Slughorn's favorites "

I rolled my eyes. "Well I can't say I'm…disappointed at my punishment."

Reggie chuckled, his eyes sparkling. "Well I think you better get started on those noted," he said nodding at the board. "There's quite a lot."

I looked over at it and groaned. It was filled with Slughorn's scrawl. Hesitantly, I started to write. After a few lines, Slughorn called out my name.

"Yes Professor?"

"After how many days does it take for the Bone marrow antidote to mature?"

I glanced and skimmed through it, then cursed silently as I realized we had looked at that antidote last week.

"Um…" said looking around the room for inspiration. "Well, er."

Reggie scribbled something down and slid it to me. Glancing down I smiled. " It matures after 17 days, at which point it has turned a mossy green colour."

Slughorn narrowed his eyes at me as the bell rang.

After he dismissed us, I turned to Reggie. "Thanks for that."

"No problem," he shrugged picking up his bag. " Although I don't recall you being absent for the Bone marrow lesson."

"Well… I was um… I was preoccupied." I said.

"Reggie laughed. "How do you do it?'

"Do what?" I said as we walked towards the door.

"Not do really badly in your classes."

"Well it might have something to do with Rhea Lupin." I suggested.

"Nah, it can't be that," he smiled as my friends came to join us.

"Well I guess I'll catch you later then," he said as we neared one of the corridors, which I assumed went to the Slytherin common room.

"Yeah, Seeya." I called back to him as he disappeared down the steps.