A/N-Here we go again, and I feel the temperature rising my dears.

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I sat in detention later that night.

When I saw that fight beginning, I took out my wand and revived Evan who lay unconscious on the ground. Lupin and Pettigrew just stood watching like a bunch of fools. I tried stopping the duel with a Shield charm, and a teacher saw and the five of us all got detention.

Now, I'm stuck writing lines in an empty classroom with Sirius Black. Potter is in another classroom with Regulus and Miggy. I hope they won't kill each other. McGonagall is guarding over them. I guess she trusted me and Black to just ignore each other and she probably thought that Black was a gentleman enough not to attack a less knowledgeable girl with magic in four-inch shoes.

Needless to say, I didn't look at Black. I sat down and wrote my lines like a good girl. Being in Slytherin didn't mean that I was supposed to be obnoxious and haughty like everyone else.

Out of nowhere, I felt the seat beside me had become occupied. I stiffened my body at the ready. McGonagall took our wands and if I had to fight Black like a muggle, then I was prepared to do it.

"Easy there, doll," he said in a casual tone. No hint of menace in it.

"How can I be easy when you called me a slag?" I hissed at him, continuing my lines.

"You do look like a vixen. You caught us off-guard."

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?" I said, still writing. My concentration was completely put in it. What did I care what Black said?

"It should be. Not many Slytherins can catch my eye."

"You hate Slytherins."

"But I've never seen you do anything hate-worthy."

"Could you get to your point?" I sighed, dropping my quill and finally staring at his gray eyes. I wasn't the kind of girl to swoon over anyone. I was never one to fall in love. Inside, I was hollow and unfeeling. I got crushed once and I never felt hatred or annoyance again. I controlled my feelings now.

"Your lips look tasty. Mind if I have a taste?"

"Are you trying this only now because you don't have Potter to look at you in disgust?" I asked calmly, working on my piece of parchment again. "Because I'm not one to bite so easily."

"Who are you?"

"Alexandra Hernandez?"

"Can I call you Kates?"

"You can, but you may not. I don't even know where you got that from my name."

"You look like a Kates. A sweet Kates. Like the Katherine from Shakespeare's Taming of the Shrew."

"Do you think I know who Shakespeare is?" In truth, I did know. I was offended at being described as a shrew.

"I think you do. You don't look like one of the pureblooded maniacs."

"I don't find it a compliment to be said as a shrew."

"Why not? Kate was my favorite character. She is pretty and witty and speaks her mind. She was my favorite character, aside from Petruchio. So, how about it Kates?"

"I can't stop you, can I?" I dotted my i's carefully. "What can a sixth year do from a popular seventh year?"

"I see you've come to your senses."

"Could you explain why you're talking to me?"

"Of course, Kates."

"Now."

"I didn't like the way my vile brother touched you."

"Your brother is the one who defended me earlier."

"I didn't like the way he held you. You could say I could see green."

I lifted my head up as a start. "Green? You can't be jealous. You don't even know who I am."

"Maybe you can explain that bit to me."

"What bit?"

"Why I felt the way I did early this morning."

"You think I can? You must be a lunatic. I've never laid my eyes upon you for more than a minute here at school."

"That's hard to believe."

"You should do your lines, you know."

Losing interest in the conversation, I did the last of my fifty lines, while he tried to get me to speak again. Seeing that he would not get me to look up again, he finished his own set of lines. We sat in akward silence when he and I were both finished. McGonagall was taking a dreadfully long time.

Finally, she came in and raised a brow at both of us for looking straight forward and had our hands clasped in top of our own tables. She wondered at the rigidity of our stances and when she saw that we finished, she let us free.

Once I got out the door, I started heading forward, intending to go down the stairs so I could bury my head in my pillow in the dungeons. I felt my wrists pulled at.

"Kates, can we stop playing this game?" Black said earnestly. "You've been like this ever since you got here."

"I can't help it if you decided to label me like you did with the other people in my House," I felt my lips quiver.

"You call those snakes, humans?"

"Are you calling me a snake too?" I whimpered. His eyes looked so deep, I was afraid to drown in them. "Just stop, alright?"

"Why did you get Sorted into that house, Kates?"

"Stop calling me that. That was a childhood nickname. And that slowly dissolved when you became a Slytherin hater. Why are you trying to get in my life again? You so obviously showed that you didn't want to be in it the day that the Hat shouted 'Slytherin!'"

"But you can't fall for my brother!"

"I didn't say I was!" I tried yanking my hand back to myself. "We had a silent agreement since that first time you hexed me on my first day, that you would leave me alone to Hogwarts without any conflict."

"It's still there."

"What? That feeble childhood love?"

"You don't understand-"

"No Sirius. I don't understand how you betrayed me like that after all the secret kisses we had when I was seven. How I was the first girl who you said you loved, when I was ten, before I went to school too."

"Things changed."

"And that's all I needed to hear."

With all the effort that it took, I pulled my hand away and ran as fast as I could. It was a miracle that I got away from him in these shoes.

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