Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, but I do own Sarah Jane Stone-Black.

In Sarah's POV

By the time Monday came around, I was feeling much better. There were no signs that I had had a cold, and I was fully restored to my old self…well, sort of anyway. My emotions were getting the best of me. During classes, I would feel happy one moment about being able to sit in class, then I'd be angry at myself for missing class, but then I'd feel neutral minutes later. I spent half of my day trying to figure out why I was acting so strangely. Half of me said that my mood swings had something to do with the prank Fred and George had pulled on me. However, two other parts of me said that it could be my bloody hell or the dreams I'd been having about a Mr. George Weasley. After checking my planner a few times to reassure myself, I'd ruled out the possibility of it being my bloody hell and decided that it was probably side effects from the prank. Besides, there was no way that certain dreams about marrying, shagging, and procreating with George were making me have mood swings.

Anyway, when I'd finished with my last class, I went to the dungeons to make up a potions test I'd missed. I'd read over the instructions several times the night before, looked over the notes Hermione wrote me, and even wrote a couple notes in the margins of my potions book. By the time, I got behind my cauldron with Professor Snape standing in front of me, I was feeling downright cocky.

"All right Miss Black," Snape folded his arms. "I trust you are prepared for your test?"

I nodded with a smile, "Yes, Professor Snape."

"Very good. You are to create a proper sleeping draft antidote."

My smile slipped into a smirk. I had this in the bag. There was no doubt I was going to pass.

Snape raised an eyebrow. "Is something amusing?"

"Not at all, Professor Snape," I shook my head.

"How unbelievably like your father you are."

"Indeed, I am. Can I start now?"

Snape looked as if he were trying to decide whether he should retaliate to my comment by taking points for Gryffindor or give me a detention. Instead, he pursed his lips, "Yes. You have thirty minutes."

Without a moment's hesitation, I gladly began brewing the antidote. The cocky feeling began to wear away as I added Flobberworm mucus to my potion so I flipped to page 245 and reread the instructions. Next, I had to stir the ingredients clockwise four times and counter clockwise eight times while adding three leeches. There was no way I was going to remember this. Unless…

"Four clock, eight counter, three leeches," I sang softly to myself. "Four clock, eight counter, three leeches."

I continued to sing this until I added the last leech. My eyes scanned the instructions and created the next line of my potions song. I was actually beginning to feel confident rather than cocky.

"Boomslang skin, eye of newt, and seven porcupine quills," I sang. "Boomslang skin, eye of newt, and seven-"

"What on Earth are you doing?"

I jumped at Snape's presence. When did he leave his desk? "I'm just brewing a potion, Professor Snape."

"And brewing a potion requires singing, Miss Black?" When I said nothing in response, he smirked. "I didn't think so."

"Sorry Professor."

"Do not do it again," Snape warned.

Silently, I added the final three ingredients to my potion. As I watched my cauldron bubble, I felt my mood begin to change again. No longer was I feeling confident.

I shakily raised my hand, "Professor Snape, I think my potion's done."

"Very well, then." He gave a nod.

I quickly moved out of his way, feeling my palms begin to sweat. While Snape looked over my potion, I chewed on my lip. I felt like I was going to cry and waiting was making the feeling worse. Suddenly, Snape spoke up.

"Excellent job, Miss Black. You, Miss Granger, and the Patil twins seem to be the only ones in your class who can successfully create a proper sleeping draft antidote." Snape informed me. "For this, as much as I regret to say this, you receive twenty-five points to Gryffindor."

"Did Hermione, Padma, and Parvati also get twenty-five points added to Gryffindor?" I questioned.

Snape looked slightly annoyed, "Yes."

I became overrun with emotion. I couldn't believe it. Not only had I got the potion right, but I'd managed to collect points for my house. Before I realized what was happening, I wrapped my arms around Snape's waist.

He gasped angrily, "Miss Black! I'd advise you to remove your arms immediately."

"I'm sorry Professor, but I'm just so…happy! Thank you so much!"

"Yes. Now, remove your arms before I retract points from your house."

"Anything you ask," I did as I was told. "After all, you passed me Professor."

Snape, who looked more than a little uncomfortable, adjusted his clothing, "I can fail you just as easily as I passed you."

I looked at him with wide eyes. Then, for some reason or another, I started laughing. While laughing wasn't the best choice at that moment, I couldn't help myself. It was just so funny.

"What, may I ask, is so funny Miss Black?"

I giggled madly, "I don't know!"

He looked down at me, his face just as cold as ever. "Miss Black, stop that infernal laughing."

But I didn't. My laugh became harder and more painful. I doubled over, holding my stomach as laughter exited my mouth. I couldn't stop.

My lips were forced into a smile. "Professor, make it stop!"

Snape grabbed my arm, leading my trembling body out of the dungeon. I laughed and laughed as he practically dragged me through the halls.

"Professor, where are we going?" I chuckled.

"Headmaster Dumbledore warned me that your disposition would become a problem. He advised me not to take you to him, but to instead find the Weasley twins. After all, you are their problem at the present time."

I could only laugh in response as the doors to the Great Hall opened. Since dinner was in an hour and a half, there were a few people from each house at their tables playing Wizard's Chess, studying, or just hanging out. Of course, all eyes were on me when Snape and I entered the room.

Catching the eye of Fred and George, I waved. "Hello boys."

Snape stopped in front of them, let go of my arm, and left the Great Hall without an explanation to the twins. I wobbled for a moment before falling forward on my hands and knees. Fred helped me up while George, who was sitting on the other side of the table, rushed over to us.

"Sarah, are you all right?" Fred looked worried.

George frowned, "Sarah-doll, are you okay?"

I shook my head, laughs still erupting from my body. Fred and George exchanged glances before focusing on me again.

"Make…it…stop!" I panted.

"We don't know how," explained Fred.

"Try!"

George opened his mouth to retort just as another laugh wracked my body. I began to sway unsteadily and ultimately lost my balance. Thinking fast, I grabbed his arm in an attempt to stop myself from falling backward. Before I knew it, I was lying on my back with George on top of me.

I giggled, "Sorry, George."

"It's alright," he smiled.

Another laugh escaped my lips. George looked down at me and I looked up at him. Our noses were touching and seconds later, so were our lips. We kissed just like we had many times before in the dreams I'd had. Our eyes closed and his lips molded against mine. He touched the side of my face, pressing his lips firmly enough for me to feel his passion but gently enough for me to want more. Moments later, we pulled away from each other. Our breathing was rough, our eyes fluttered open, and my laughing had ceased.

"I'm sorry," George whispered.

Fred smiled, "Sarah, you stopped laughing!"

I looked up, glanced between Fred and George. Something wasn't right. I wasn't laughing anymore, but I felt another emotion. My eyes began to well up and I felt like there was a lump in my throat. If people weren't staring at me while I was laughing, they were definitely staring at me now that I was crying.

I let out a sob, "Oh, George."

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