Chapter Sixteen

'ANOTHER DETENTION WITH SNAPE, BUT THIS TIME SHE'S WITH FRED'

"That really was something, wasn't it Em?" Fred chuckled silently the next day in double potions, "You have no idea Fred," Emily mumbled.

The night before

"Go on!" Fred urged, getting more than impatient, "Alright!" Emily bellowed. She leaned in closer to Sirius, and he pulled her chin up to face him. Their lips met, and their tongues started 'dancing.'

"Ahahaha, we'll never let the pair of you live this down!" Fred and George mused, punching the air.

As the N.E.W.T class of 1995 was creating their own 'perfectly brewed' potion, Emily's mind wondered off to what she wore last night: The Christmas present, the sexy piece of black lingerie.

That was something that she'd never usually wear. Both Fred and George had commented before the 'party' (that was really a get together, a sit down thing) saying that she looked 'dead fit' and 'stunningly gorgeous.' But they were her best friends; they were supposed to say something like that to make her feel better about her 'alluring' idea.

"Escott, please keep your tempting and enthralling thoughts refrained please. I don't want to throw up my lunch. I'd rather keep that in my stomach," Snape snarled in her ear.

Emily gasped, dropping more than the needed amount of armadillo bile into her cauldron, "Sorry, what was that Sir?" She asked, her hands clenching into fists, "Keep your thoughts to yourself," Snape answered, sneering, "They're screaming 'take me, I'm easy,'" He scoffed.

"Em, you need to calm down," Fred whispered in her ear, "How can you tell me to calm down when this over-sized bat is listening in on my thoughts?!" Emily hissed demandingly.

"Detention, Escott for bad mouthing your Professor," Snape drawled, loud enough for the rest of the class to hear, "Listening on your thoughts, did you say?" Fred muttered, "Yes," Emily answered, reddening.

"What were you thinking about?"

"The item of clothing I was wearing last night,"

"The French Lingerie?"

"Yes,"

"Pervert," Fred disdained, loud enough for Snape to hear him, "Excuse me?" Snape spat, glaring at Fred, "Poking your nose through her thoughts; that's just hideous, do you do that to every female student, or is it just Emily?"

"Detention Weasley, for your lack of respect, looks like I'll have the pair of you accompanying me tonight," Snape belittled, sneering at the pair of them. "Oh how I hate him," Emily spat through gritted teeth.

*

Emily stormed through the Common Room that evening and dumped her stuff in her dorm, "Emmy what's wrong?" Sirius asked when he realised that something was up, "Snape," She spat, just the thought of him made her physically sick, "What's Snivellus done now?" Sirius questioned her, hatred in his eyes and voice.

"Poking his nose in my thoughts, my private thoughts, oooh, if I could kill him I would," Emily growled, "Hey, hey, calm down," Sirius soothed, rubbing her arms, "What was you thinking about?"

"Last nights dress wear,"

"What, the sexy French Lingerie?"

"Yes,"

"The scoundrel! How dare he say…what did he say?"

"Would you like me to quote him?" Emily asked, a scowl planted across her face.

"Escott, please keep your tempting and enthralling thoughts refrained please. I don't want to throw up my lunch. I'd rather keep that in my stomach. The cheek of him! Keep your thoughts to yourself, they're screaming 'take me I'm easy.' I AM NOT EASY!" Emily yelled, "I'll kill him," Sirius snarled, "No need. Fred and I will do it in detention," she sighed.

*

"Fred, I don't want to go in there," Emily moaned as she and Fred made their way to the Potions masters' office, "He'll poke his way through my thoughts, and I don't want that. He'll find out that Sirius is living in my dorm, I'll get expelled and Sirius will be carted off to Azkaban. I don't want that,"

"Em, just think about normal stuff … think about me," He suggested, "What?" Emily almost laughed, "It's an idea. Think about me in the way you would about Sirius, and I'll do the same, except the concept changes. You're not Sirius, and I don't think of him like that,"

Emily chuckled, "Don't worry, I know what you meant. Thanks."

*

"Miss. Escott, sit over there, the corner will suffice. Mr. Weasley, sit in the other corner," Snape snarled viciously, "Silence for three hours, is it?" Emily muttered as she descended to her corner, "What was that?" Snape demanded, "Nothing," Emily answered and Fred chuckled.

"Just sit there until I think of a decent enough punishment," Snape barked, and Emily rolled her eyes.

Like Fred had suggested, she thought of Fred the way she would think of Sirius, and Fred thought of Emily the way he would have thought about Angelina Johnson, his current crush.

"Weasley, Escott, leave now, before I change my mind," Snape snapped, and they left after the first silent hour.

Well, I think Snape got a bit, grossed out, don't you? XD
He'll think twice about reading a students mind.

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Disclaimer: Harry isn't mine, i don't own any characters other than Emily Escott

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