3. Play the Nyan Cat song constantly!

4. Constantly argue about the state of Snape's hair. ex. "It's so greasy!" "No, I believe it has a more silky shine to it."

CHAPTER 3: NYAN CAT!

'Oh, this is just great,' Marina thought glumly as she walked into Potions the next day. 'Not only do I have to annoy Snape, but I have to SOMEHOW get him to LOVE me!'

She was fifteen minutes late for class. She received a deadly glare from Snape, and shrugged tiredly in return. She pulled her bag off of her shoulder and plopped down into her chair.

"Detention." The word flew around the classroom. Marina Lockhart? Detention in Potions? No one could believe it.

"Okay."

Snape cleared his throat, waiting for something.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Okay, ma'am," Marina said smugly, smirking as the class failed at stifling their laughter. Their giggles and chortles echoed off the walls.

The red on Marina's robe was nothing compared to Snape's face. "Triple, TRIPLE detention!" he sputtered.

Marina smirked at him, and at the devastated Slytherin faces. Harry, Ron and Mia grinned at her from the desk they shared. Hermione, however, glowered at her and cursed her to be silent the whole rest of the class.

Snape called on her once, expecting her to answer. But her lips stayed glued shut, and she couldn't do anything about it.

After realization dawned on Snape, he called on Marina constantly and took pleasure in making sure that Slytherin won the House Cup.

'I still have to annoy Snape,' Marina thought after the one hundred fiftieth point was taken away from Gryffindor. Despite the tears trickling down her cheeks, she started to hum the Nyan Cat song.

Muggleborns turned their heads to see who was humming that tune. She continued, her lips pulling up into a smirk. She hummed even louder, and then was almost shouting.

Snape calmly turned around to face the class. "Who is screaming that annoying tune?" he asked the class, aiming the question at Marina. Marina, having used stupid annoyances to get on his nerves twice before, was his immediate target. The shy glance into his eyes did nothing but confirm his suspicions.

"That will be the tenth detention you received this lesson," Snape drawled, surprising Marina by taking the triples into account. "As punishment, you shall meet the Headmaster after class, but I have to ask you to leave the room." Snape smirked as Slytherins sneered and made rude faces at Marina.

Marina couldn't stand it. She knew that everyone in here was probably going to tease her for about a month, but she just couldn't help it. She burst into tears and ran out of the classroom, crying her eyes out. She stopped at the door and turned to glare at Snape. "Is this what you want your students to feel like? Is this what you want to happen? Because this has been one crappy day for me, and you just made it ten times worse!" She then ran out of the door, her head in her hands.

"Wait, stop, please!" Snape yelled, but with no avail. "Miss Lockhart, ..." Snape paused. "Marina!"

Marina froze. Did Professor Snape just call her... Marina? If she were in a good mood, she would have shrugged it off as some fading Love Potion. But she was most certainly not in a good mood, so Snape addressing her by her first name was a glimmer of excitement. Until she realized he just gave her ten detentions and took one hundred fifty points from her house. No more excitement.

She slowly walked back to the room, engaged in a fierce staring contest with the ground. "Class dismissed," Snape said, in a venomous tone just above a whisper. The students rushed out of the room, and Marina tried to get caught in the flow of people. "But you stay here, Miss Lockhart." Great.

"I'm so sorry Sir, I've been freaking out over exams, I've been up all night working on the new Quidditch team, I shouldn't have tried to do this, I don't even know who got the idea, and now I'm just going to fail Potions, and my whole career idea will be ruined, and I won't be able to work with potions at all because I failed!" Marina cried, starting to sob.

"Marina Jeannette Lockhart! You're not going to fail, because, as much as I hate to admit it, you're as good as Miss Granger in Potions!"

Although he had been trying to console Marina, she just started to sob even harder. "Oh, so now Hermione's the average for smart? Just because she does well in classes doesn't mean that she excels at everything! She can't fly a broom! She can't take being put in the spotlight! I can do that, but it doesn't mean anything..." Marina said, quieting with every word. "I deeply apologize, Professor. I know no one, least of all you, would like to listen to me sob over stupid things. I'll be going then." Marina regained her composure completely and began to walk out of the room.

"Miss Lockhart." Marina turned around. "You only need to attend one detention, which will be tonight at eight o'clock. And," Snape smirked as he said it, "one hundred fifty points from Slytherin." Marina smiled at him and headed out the doorway.

Once Snape settled into his chair to grade the seventh year essays, Marina popped her head in the door. "I'm going easy on ya this week, but I'm going on with the list." She gave him one more smile, and headed out the door, not missing Snape's epic facepalm.

When Marina arrived at the Fat Lady's portrait, she didn't know what to expect inside the common room. "Lemon drops," she said fondly to the portrait. They had actually decided to chat at times, and they actually considered themselves acquaintances.

"Oh, I warn you, the common room's been extra noisy. I don't know what could be going on."

"Thanks for the heads up," Marina replied, grimacing. Preparing for insults, she walked through the passageway in silence.

When she arrived in the common room, she couldn't believe the mess. The pillows, cushions and the furniture that went with them were strewn everywhere, or still being thrown around. There was candy everywhere. It seemed to Marina that Gryffindor house was celebrating, but for what she was not sure.

As if on cue, a large roar emitted from the fireplace and almost every Gryffindor screamed out, "We're winning the House Cup!"

Marina smiled and thought back to the reason that the Lions were so successful. 'The Dungeon Bat may not be so bad after all...' she thought, getting whatever she needed ready for detention.

A/N: I really loved this chapter. It was actually pretty long, compared to the other three, and it was interesting writing all the different emotions. If you think that there's anything that I can improve, please say so. I value any constructive criticism. Thanks for reading, and drop a review, if you want to! :D