Olivia's POV

I was deep in a very pleasant dream- I was lying in a bed of satin with Snape holding me. He had his face buried in my hair. I could feel his arms around me. I felt safe and completely worry-free. I was at peace with the world.

I awoke quite suddenly and the good feeling dissipated. I was alone in my own bed- unless you counted Mouse, who was curled up asleep near my head. I had a wretched headache and was having trouble remembering exactly what had happened. I remembered the World Cup- Ireland had won, but Krum got the snitch. Mari had moaned the whole way back to the tent about what an idiot Krum was for ending the game. We had crawled into the tent, which was magicked so that the inside held two sets of bunk beds, a couch, and a small kitchen. I'd called dibs on the top bunk and we had gone to sleep. After that…nothing. How had I gotten back home?

"Repressing memories," I said aloud, "that's never a good sign."

Mouse raised her head, looked at me, yawned, and lay back down.

"Right. Guess I'll find Snape then," I said.

I got out of bed with a groan. My muscles were stiff and sore. There was a small amount of tried blood on my t-shirt, which alarmed me. I left my room and was about to knock on Snape's door when I heard the shower going in the bathroom. I stopped outside the bathroom door. I grinned mischievously to myself and tried the doorknob. It was locked. I could have unlocked it but decided not to push my luck.

I made my way downstairs to the kitchen. It was almost 11 a.m.. There was a copy of the Morning Prophet on the kitchen table and the headline caught my eye- Scenes of Terror at the Quidditch World Cup. I grabbed the paper. The picture underneath was of a glowing figure in the sky- a skull with a snake coming out of its mouth. The Dark Mark.

I scanned the article quickly. The article said 'dark wizards' which, I assumed, meant Death Eaters. I was starting to remember now. People in hooded cloaks and masks, firing spells. There'd been a big group of them levitating a family of Muggles and laughing. Mari and I had run into the forest, but at the last minute I had seen Brandi's little sister Angel standing frightened and alone while people ran and screamed around her. I had run from the forest and grabbed her up. I cast around and spotted her Mother frantically attempting to question people in French.

"Madame Butler!" I called as I hurried towards her. She saw me coming and opened her arms to receive the child.

"Merci!" she cried over her shoulder as she ran towards the forest. I was about to run for the forest myself when someone grabbed me from behind. I attempted to turn and fire a hex, but the person held me tight. He grabbed my wrist and, by applying pressure to my tendon, forced me to drop my wand.

"You may be Snape's cousin," said a familiar, silky voice in my ear, "But you're still fair game."

He pressed himself against me and I could feel his erection pressing against my back.

"Shall we find a tent?" he asked, kissing my neck, "Or should I just fuck you right here?"

Someone touched my shoulder suddenly and with a start I dropped the paper.

"Sorry," Snape said, walking past me into the kitchen, "…Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I think so. …I got away before anything bad happened, right?"

"Yes."

"You saved me."

It was a statement, not a question, but he answered anyway.

"Yes. …Your friend Mari helped."

"Is she okay?"

"Of course. I sent her home. …She was irritating," he said with a brief smile. He pulled out his wand and tapped the kitchen table. Food appeared.

"…I want to shower before I eat," I said to him, "I feel…ick."

He nodded silently and I headed upstairs.

The hot water felt wonderful and I stayed in the shower until my skin was all prune-y. I wrapped a towel around me and scurried across the hall to my room. Most of my good clothes were still in my backpack, which had been left behind. I hoped Connie or Mari had gone back to get it.

I dressed in a pair of gray sweat pants and a white tank top, then headed back downstairs with Mouse following me. There was still food on the kitchen table and it was still warm. Mouse immediately jumped onto the table. Snape scowled at her. I quickly grabbed her and put her on the floor, then dropped a piece of chicken down to her.

"How did you know to come save me?" I asked Snape as I picked at my food. He didn't reply.

I let my mind wander as I ate, since Snape didn't appear to be in the mood for talking. Of course I couldn't help but think of Lucius Malfoy.

"I'm glad I freed his stupid peacocks," I muttered to myself.

"What?" Snape asked somewhat interestedly.

"Nothing."

There was a sudden tap at the window and I saw one of the Hogwarts owls sitting outside of the window. Snape got up and retrieved the letter. He scanned it quickly.

"Damn. Dumbledore wants to see me. …Are you going to be alright by yourself?" he asked.

"I'm almost seventeen, Snape. I think I'll be fine."

"It seems like every time I turn my back you're off drinking and doing drugs or getting yourself in danger. I should make you go with me."

He didn't make me go, however- I was somewhat disappointed- and I soon found myself alone in the house. I was contemplating going upstairs and taking a nap when I spotted something out the window. I hurried and opened the window as a large owl flew in. It had my backpack clutched in its talons and a note in its beak. I relieved the owl of its burden and sat down to read the note.

Livvy,

Hope you are feeling okay. I would have stayed longer but Snape sort of chased me away. He just showed up out of nowhere and saved you. Good thing though. I think he blames me for you getting hurt. He seemed very angry. I'm really sorry for what happened and I hope YOU don't think it's my fault. On the plus side, I definitely think Snape likes you, though I why you'd want to go with such an insufferable prick, I don't know.

Love,

Mari

I rolled my eyes and tucked the note into the pocket of my sweatpants. It was not unbelievable that Snape would blame her, but it was wrong of him. I'd have to talk to him about it when he got home.

I went upstairs and sat on my bed. I began to rummage through all the cute clothes I had bought in France, including some sexy lingerie that I was saving for special occasions. There was a black nightie that Mari clamed was "sure to do Snape in". She was insistent on that fact that he wanted me and just didn't realize it yet. I was beginning to think she was right. Why else would he continue to save my life?

I took a nap and got up just in time for dinner. I thought about cooking, but didn't really feel like it so I summoned food from Hogwarts, like Snape usually did. Mouse and I ate, then went and sat on the front step. I leaned my back against the front door and watched the puffy white clouds floating across the steadily darkening sky. I watched the sky until he sun completely disappeared and it was dark out, then I went inside.

I went back upstairs to my room where the black nightie lay on the bed. I was considering wearing it and ambushing Snape when he came home.

Well, I thought to myself, It couldn't hurt. After all, it isn't as if he'll kick me out.

The worst thing would be that it would be awkward if he turned me down…then again, he already knew I liked him and things were already awkward.

I was still upstairs fifteen minutes later when I heard the front door open and close. I smiled as I listened to him go through the downstairs rooms.

"Olivia?" he called.

"I'm upstairs."

I stood in the doorway to my room wearing nothing but the little black number, determined and slightly nervous. Snape came up he stairs and stopped abruptly when he saw me standing in the doorway, illuminated by the green lights in my room. He stared at me silently a moment, his eyes anywhere but my face. Finally, he turned away from me and headed for his room.

"Wait! Sn-Severus!" I said, going after him. It was the first time I had ever called him by his first name. He stopped and turned back to face me, though he averted his eyes.

"What do you want from me, Olivia?" he asked, voice strained.

"Sex," I replied simply.

"Why?"

I touched his face gently- he flinched but didn't pull away. I turned his face so that he had to look at me.

"That's a stupid question," I said, gazing back into the depths of his black eyes. I pressed myself against him and pressed my lips to his. He took a step backwards.

"I want you," I said to him, "Whether it's just two weeks or two years or just tonight."

"Olivia…we've already had this conversation," he said, his voice an octave lower than usual, "I want you to stop throwing yourself at me. It's degrading to yourself. Like a Muggle whore."

Stung by his words, I took a step backwards.

"Olivia…" he said heavily. I shook my head, turned, and went into my room, shutting the door behind me.

"I give up," I said to Mouse.

Snape's POV

I hoped I had done the right thing in telling Olivia how I really felt. It was whorish- her skimpy black nightie, her excessive makeup… She had been hurt by my words however, and I couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

Over the next two weeks, Olivia didn't mentioned what had happened. She started to dress a little more modestly and she didn't make lewd suggestions or jokes anymore. I supposed she had taken my words to heart. She spent a lot of time brewing potions. One evening while we ate dinner, I inquired about them.

"I'm working on a kitty contraceptive," she replied, smiling fondly down at Mouse.

"How's it going?" I inquired.

"Badly. In nature, animals don't use contraceptives so I'm having trouble knowing which ingredients to use. I've found a few human contraceptive in my Potions books but some of the ingredients are toxic to animals."

"Well you do have to go to Diagon Alley to get your school things. We should've done it weeks ago, really. Perhaps you can find more useful books at Flourish and Blott's. …We can go tomorrow."

"Sounds good to me."

The next morning after breakfast we Floo'd to Diagon Alley. As we headed to Gringott's so Olivia could withdraw some money, she poured over the school list.

"I got dress robes while I was in France," she said, "What formal occasion am I going to encounter at Hogwarts?"

"I'm not allowed to tell you," I replied with a faint smile.

"Oh come on, Severus," she pleaded, "Tell me."

I still hadn't gotten used to her using my first name, but I wasn't going to tell her not to. After all…I kinda liked it.

Olivia pleaded with me to tell her about the secret the entire walk to Gringott's wile she got her money, and the walk to Flourish and Blott's. When we reached the bookstore, Olivia darted inside and immediately began to pour over books. I took the list from her and gathered her schoolbooks while she searched through Potions books. She was still pouring over Potions books when I had finished gathering her schoolbooks.

"Come on Olivia," I said to her. She was sitting cross-legged on the floor, books surrounding her.

"I need all of these," she said sadly, looking around, "But then I won't have money for the rest of my stuff."

I blew out a sigh.

"Pick out 6 books. I'll pay for three of them," I said.

"I can't ask you to do that."

"It's fine. I could end up using them someday."

"I'll put them on the shelf in the sitting room," she said decisively.

It took her ten minutes to pick out the books she wanted. I scanned the titles as the clerk tallied up the total. One of the books was entitled 'Sex Brews'.

"Really?" I said to Olivia, pointing at the book.

"It's got contraceptives," she replied, blushing.

'Right," I snorted, "You're paying for that one."

When I finally dragged Olivia out of the bookstore, we made our way to Madam Malkin's robes so she could get new school robes.

"Can I go this myself? I'll meet you in a little while at the Apothecary, okay?" she asked me.

"Whatever you want. Give me your school list and I will get the rest of your things."

"I- really?" she asked, surprised.

"Yeah. Why not? Might as well."

"…Okay. See you in a bit."

I made my way around to the different shops, collecting her school things. I was carrying bags towards the Apothecary when I ran into Albus Dumbledore.

"Hello Severus," he said mildly.

"Hello. What are you going here?"

"I was out on business and stopped by here. I always was fond of this place when I was a boy."

"Right."

"I see you're doing Olivia's shopping," he said with a smile.

"I…uh…crap," I said, looking down at the bags, knowing he was going to have something smart to say about it.

"She's domesticated you," he said with a smile.

"She has not," I retorted, scowling, "I'm just speeding up this trip to Diagon Alley."

"Where is she anyway?"

"Getting robes at Madam Malkin's. She wanted to go alone."

"Naturally," he replied, "Doesn't she have a best friend? I believe girls usually do that sort of thing together."

"She doesn't have many friends. She doesn't like her classmates. She has one friend- Mari Pirelli. She graduated last year.

"One would think Olivia would ask Mari to come to Diagon Alley with her anyway."

I was reminded of the conversation Olivia and I'd had during dinner one evening last week.

"I got a letter from Mari," she had said.

"Oh?" I'd replied disinterestedly.

"Yes. …You know it's stupid to blame her for what happened at the World Cup."

"Who said I blamed her?" I had muttered, hiding behind the Daily Prophet.

"You told her to leave!"

"She was irritating. She wanted to help but she doesn't even know Dittany from Fluxweed," I'd retorted, "You'd think she never paid attention in my class."

"She did pay attention, I'm sure, but she was freaked out. Girls get freaked out, Severus. Her best friend was hurt, she didn't know where her sister was or if she was okay or not, and then she was stuck with you and you know you can be difficult- you do it on purpose."

I'd refused to say anything else after that, preferring to pretend to ignore her than to argue with her.

"How should I know what girls do?" I said to Albus, "I offered to bring her and she seemed fine with it. She could have asked her friend if she wanted to.

Albus and I parted ways shortly after that and I went to the Apothecary to wait for Olivia. I didn't buy any ingredients while waiting because I knew she would want to get them herself. I had taken her with me to Hogwarts a few days ago to compile a list of ingredient we were low on in the supply cupboard. So I waited outside of the Apothecary.

Almost ten minutes passed before she showed up, loaded down with shopping bags.

"What's all that?" I inquired, "I thought you were just getting new school robes?"

"Well these are shoes and makeup and gloves and I found these adorable earrings that were ½ off and-"

"Hey, you actually sound like a girl for once," I said, smirking faintly.

"Hmph. I am a girl, Severus, and all this crap-" she said, indicating the bags, "-is to make me pretty."

I started to say 'what for' but didn't wan to sound completely insensitive.

"You don't need all that crap," is what came out of my mouth instead.

She looked momentarily thoughtful, then grinned.

"You just said I'm pretty," she said lightly.

"I…uh…"

I trailed off and fell into silence. I moved past her and opened the door to the Apothecary for her.

"Go all quiet if you want to," she said, still smiling, "I know the truth."

I rolled my eyes.

"Well, apprentice, what ingredients are we low on in the store cupboard at Hogwarts?" I asked, changing the subject.

"I'm on it," she said and immediately began to go around the store.

While I was waiting for her to finish, I transfigured out combined bags of her things into one bag so that it would be easier to carry.

"You'll never guess who I saw at Madam Malkin's," Olivia said after we had left the Apothecary, as we were walking towards the Leaky Cauldron.

"Albus Dumbledore," I guessed.

"Wh- Are you reading my mind?"

"No, of course not. I would never infiltrate your mind. I saw him as well."

"Oh."

"Did he say anything to you?"

"He said hello and asked who was here with me. I told him you were going to meet me at the Apothecary. That was pretty much it. What did he say to you?"

"…He said you've domesticated me," I said with a snort.

She laughed and grinned.

"Have I?" she asked.

"You wish."

Olivia's POV

September first came quickly. I awoke to the sound of rain pounding on the roof. I dressed and went downstairs where Snape had summoned breakfaster. He was sitting at the table, reading the paper.

"It's raining," he said as I sat down.

"I see that, oh stater-of-the-obvious."

He shot me a look over the top of his paper.

"Sorry," I said grinning, "How am I getting to Hogwarts?"

"Well last time you Floo'd to the train station," he said, "…but you also got into trouble on the train."

"I don't think dementors are going to attack the train a second year in a row," I said, but really I was thinking about Lupin. How I had first met him on the train. How I had immediately felt I could trust him.

Suddenly I didn't feel all that hungry anymore.

"I suppose it couldn't hurt," he said.

"Who's the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher going to be?" I asked curiously.

"An ex-Auror by the named of Mad-Eye Moody."

"What kind of name is that?"

"You'll see when you meet him."

A few hours later, Snape and I said goodbye and I Floo'd to the train station where kids were just starting to arrive. I had Mouse in a pet carrier, which she didn't seem to like much- she was curled in a ball against the back of the carrier, refusing to look at me.

"Might as well get on the train. Mari graduated last year- no sense in waiting for anyone," I said to the cat.

I made my way to the Slytherin boxcar and sat down in the corner, ignoring everyone and acting as if I belonged there. Most of the students who came in were younger than me, so I didn't have to worry about them saying anything to me. As the boxcar filled, I made myself comfortable and let Mouse out of the carrier. She immediately curled up beside me.

As the train began to move forward, I pulled out a book and pretended to read. In reality, I had noticed Draco Malfoy and his friends sitting not far from where I was. He was talking loudly and his voice reminded me chillingly of his father's.

"-I'm definitely going to enter. Everyone knows I'm the brains of Slytherin House. Plus, a thousand Galleons prize money- you would have to be crazy not to enter," he said to his friends. They all nodded their agreement.

"What're you on about, Malfoy?" I asked curiously, glancing over my book at him.

"The Tournament, of course," he replied.

"Tournament?" I repeated blankly.

"You don't know? You live with Snape and you don't know?"

"You live with Professor Snape?" asked Pansy Parkinson curiously. She was another fourth-year student who was sitting with Draco. She had short dark hair and a face that reminded me of a dog.

"Yeah, so? He's my cousin," I said to her, then shot Draco a look, "Tell me what Tournament."

"The Triwizard Tournament- it hasn't been held in decades because of the high fatality rate," he said.

"I've read about it. They're going to hold another one?"

"According to my father. And guess which school is hosting?"

"Hogwarts."

"Yep."

"So, ya gonna enter?" Parkinson asked me.

"Dunno," I replied with an indifferent shrug, "Maybe."

I pretended to return my attention to the book I was reading, but I was actually thinking about the Triwizard tournament. It could be fun to enter…but the Ministry was probably going to put an age restriction on it, because of the high death toll.

The rain was pounding against the window as the train moved steadily onward. The trolley came around lunchtime and I bought a few chocolate frogs and some cauldron cakes. Draco and his lot loaded up on sweets- they had a whole pile in the middle of the floor.

Draco, Crabbe and Goyle soon left the compartment, leaving me alone with Parkinson. She was gazing out the window and I was reading my book.

"Is Professor Snape really your cousin?" she asked me curiously.

"Yeah," I said, even though he wasn't really.

"Is he always so…surly?"

"Pretty much," I replied, "…but he does have his moments."

"I've always sort of fancied him. That hair…and those eyes, you know," she said with a sigh. Oh do I ever, I thought to myself, trying to ignore the strong urge to punch her.

"Never really thought about it," I said lightly, "He's my cousin."

"So? Everyone is everyone's cousin when you're pureblood."

"Well…Snape's a teacher."

"So?" she said again, "Nothing wrong with that. Didn't you have a thing for Lupin last year?"

That was like a slap in the face.

"No," I denied quickly, "Where did you hear that?"

"Girls gossip," she replied with a shrug.

"Well I didn't," I said, somewhat annoyed, and immediately returned my attention to my book.

I made a point of not speaking to Parkinson for the rest of the trip. Draco and his cronies returned from torturing Harry Potter. Their conversation ranged from Potter and his friends, to the Quidditch World Cup, to the Triwizard Tournament. I kept my opinions to myself and if asked a question, I merely shrugged and pretended to read. Being older certainly had its advantages.

It was dark outside when the train finally reached the station in Hogsmeade. I coaxed Mouse back into her carrier, then left her there with my trunk to be taken in later. The rain was still pouring down as I climbed out onto the platform and the wind had picked up. I climbed into one of the carriages drawn by invisible Thestrals. A few second-year Slytherin girls climbed in beside me nervously. I ignored them.

I was thoroughly soaked by the time we reached the castle. Shivering, I made my way into the Entrance Hall. I stopped to empty the water out of my shoes and ring out my hair when all of a sudden- SPLAT!

I was smacked in the face by a water balloon and was drenched once more. I looked up to see Peeves the Poltergeist cackling overhead. I let out an animal-like roar that scared several younger students.

"You're dead meat, you son of a bitch!" I roared. I whipped out my wand and started firing spells at the ghost. He dodged most of them, laughing ecstatically. Some went through him. The stronger curses hit the ceiling and caused bits of brick to fall down. Several people squealed and ran inside to avoid the falling pieces.

"Miss Cain!" said an angry, authoritative voice. I glanced over to see McGonagall coming for me.

Shit, I thought to myself. A little voice in my head said 'run'…and I did just that.

I darted back out of the Entrance Hall and into the rain. As soon as my feet touched the grass, I morphed into my Animagus form and ran towards the forest on all fours.

I lingered in the darkness of the trees for over an hour, then decided it would b best to find a better hiding place. I left Hogwarts grounds and went to Hogsmeade. I walked around the back of the shops a while, not letting myself be seen- no doubt that sight of a wolf would frighten the villagers. Somehow, I found myself walking towards the Shrieking Shack, as if drawn there.

I went inside and followed the passage down to the room where Lupin used to stay when he was young. I lay down in the middle of the room, my heart heavy in my chest. The whole room smelled like him. I whined pathetically and covered my face with my paws.

Snape's POV

I spent the entire feast enduring Minerva's bitching about Olivia. I knew Olivia had been in the wrong, but still…

"-And running away was completely irresponsible," Minerva said as I was trying to eat my dessert, "It was a cowardly thing to do. I nearly broke my neck trying to chase her out of the entrance hall."

"Minerva," I said through gritted teeth, "I will go find her after the feast. Now please- let me eat."

"I hope you intend to punish her. Damaging the school," she said with a sniff, "In all my years-"

"I will punish her as I see fit," I said coolly, "I am her Head of House."

She opened her mouth to continue, but Albus intervened from her other side.

"Let it rest," he said calmly and that was the end of it.

After I had finished eating- and only after I was finished- I went out onto Hogwarts grounds. It was still raining heavily, along with thunder and lightning.

"Why couldn't she run away on a clear night?" I muttered to myself, pushing my wet hair out of my face.

A flash of lightning illuminated the grounds and I looked around. There was no sign of Olivia. Probably se was in the forest, but I didn't really want to search for her there. I decided to try the Shrieking Shack. At least it would be dry.

I made my way to the Whomping Willow, froze the branches, and ducked inside. I could hear the wind and rain pounding away outside, but I could also hear something else. A faint whimpering noise. I continued through the tunnel and when I stepped out into the main room, I found Olivia laying in the middle of the floor in wolf form. Her head was resting on her paws.

"Are you crying?" I asked, a little colder than I meant to be.

She leapt to her feet and let out a noise that was halfway between a bark and a growl, but was obviously defensive.

"You shouldn't have run away," I said, leaning against the door frame, "That was very irresponsible."

She morphed back into human. Her clothes were thoroughly soaked and she was shivering. Apart from that, her eyes were red. She had been crying.

"I know," she said with a sigh, "But it was McGonagall and I didn't feel like dealing with her. Besides…Peeves pissed me off."

She sneezed violently. I exhaled slowly. There was no way I could be mad at her when she looked so pitiful.

I pulled out my wand and used it to dry us both off, then I removed my cloak and fastened it around her shoulders.

Without saying anything, I led her out of the Shrieking Shack. We ran across the grounds and into the Entrance Hall, where I dried us both off again.

"The ceiling isn't even damaged anymore," Olivia said, looking upwards.

"Minerva fixed it," I said, also glancing up, "Now, off to bed with you."

"Am I not in trouble?" she asked, still looking up.

"Just go to bed."

She looked down from the ceiling at me and smiled. My ears heard a faint thunk, thunk noise and we both looked towards the Great Hall. The door opened and out limped Mad-Eye Moody, whom Albus had chosen as the new Defense Against the Dark arts teacher. His magical blue eye whirred in its socket and affixed itself on me.

"Hello Snape," Moody said, his wooden leg clunking on the stone floor as he came towards us across the Entrance Hall.

"Moody," I said coolly.

"Woah," said Olivia, taking in his appearance- his weather-beaten face, his mutilated nose, his wooden leg, and of course his eerie magical eye.

His magical eye flicked to her, but his normal eye stayed on me.

"Out for a little walk, are we?" Moody asked me.

"I was just escorting Miss Cain to her Common Room," I said stiffly, "She has a tendency to wander off."

"Do you now?" said Moody, both eyes now on her, "I don't recall seeing you at the feast- Cain, is it?"

"You remember every face you see?" she said, something of a challenge in her voice. I shot her a warning look.

"As a matter of fact, I do," Moody replied coolly.

"Who are you anyway?" she asked.

"He's the new Defense Against the Dark arts teacher," I provided, "Which you would have known had you been at the feast like you were supposed to. You also missed the headmaster's big announcement-"

"The Triwizard Tournament? Old news- no thanks to you, of course," she said lightly, then glanced at Moody, "Sure there's enough of you left to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

"Olivia!" I said reprimanding. Moody studied her a moment, then turned his full gaze on me, his magical eye surveying me.

"What's she to you?" he growled.

"She- I-"

"He's my cousin," Olivia said unperturbedly.

"That so?" he asked, still looking at me.

"She is my cousin Ellen's daughter," I said with a curt nod. Moody looked intrigued at this.

"That's quite interesting," he remarked.

"Noy really," Olivia said with some definite hostility.

"You need to get to bed," I said through clenched teeth, pushing her towards the dungeons," Move it."

Moody let out a dry chuckle as I led her away and Olivia glared back at him.

"what the hell is wrong with you?" I snapped once we were safely in the dungeons and the door was shut behind us.

"I don't like him."

"Too bad. He's the new Defense teacher and an ex-Auror. You don't want to get on his bad side."

"I don't care who he is, I don't like him. There's something…fake about him."

I snorted and shook my head.

We came to a stop outside of the hidden Entrance to the Slytherin Common Room.

"And thanks a bunch for telling me about the Tournament so Malfoy didn't make me look like a complete idiot on the train," she said sarcastically, leaning against the wall, glaring at me.

"Hmph. Be grateful I haven't taken house points and just go to sleep," I retorted.

"I can't, I don't know the password."

"Acromantula," I said and the hidden door slid open. Olivia paused and unfastened my cloak from around her neck. She handed it to me wordlessly and went into the Common Room.

Great, I thought to myself, refastening the cloak around my shoulders, I hope Moody didn't notice she was wearing my cloak. The last thing I want is that ass poking his nose in our business.