Note: Sorry this took so long to update. I've been busy with college and home life. This chapter is kind of a bleh chapter, but I hope you like it anyway. Enjoy!

Chapter 13

Everything was explained in great detail. Hogwarts was to host a competition between two other schools. The Durmstrangs and the Beauxbatons. The three schools together were to participate in the Triwizard tournament where one student from each school was chosen to participate in a series of extremely dangerous events that possibly spelled out death and destruction. And just like the three that were chosen from each school to play in the games, three were chosen to not give a damn. Ellenyx from Hogwarts, Bria –originally- from Beauxbaton and Fiske from the Durmstrang academy.

But until the tournament began, the guest schools were subjugated to learn in Hogwarts. Which meant they were sitting in a room with foreigners learning difficult things and feeling down right stupid when a pretty, prissy French girl spouted off nonsensical information that no one gave a damn about when describing what ingredients went in the Warthrope Potion. And of course Snape had to watch his behavior around the guests. This time, he made sure all of the students saw him roll his eyes.

Snape didn't care about these games any more than Nyx, or Fiske, or Bria. They were there to learn, not fly around pointlessly on their brooms flicking their wands at Cornish Pixies for some stupid trophy. Of course, things took an interesting turn for the worst when the three students were chosen, and Harry.

"What do you think it means?" Fiske questioned, laying on the bed in the spare room given to the Durmstrang guests. Everyone was off frolicking in the flowers or whatever, insulting Harry.

"What does what mean?" Bria questioned, lying next to him staring at the ceiling.

"That Harry was chosen." He looked at her. "He claims he didn't put his name in the Goblet." He reminded but all she did was shrug.

"Gryffindors lie so bad." She replied, closing her eyes.

"No, I really do believe that he's innocent." Nyx chimed in, lying across their legs.

"Can we talk about somezing else?" Bria groaned. She'd been listening to talk about it all day and she chose to be with Fiske and Nyx away from all of that so she wouldn't have to anymore.

"Ok, I'll choose the subject." Fiske beamed. "What teacher do you guys think is hot?" both of the girls looked at him confused, an eyebrow cocked.

"A teacher? In Hogwarts?" Nyx's forehead crinkled. She already knew an answer but whether she wanted to say so or not was another thing.

"Or any adult or student period." Fiske added, realizing that there were probably only two decent looking male teachers in the school. Albus and Snape. "I think Snape's hot." He went first, grinning. Nyx turned, propping herself up on her elbow, feeling protective over Snape but tried to hold back any negative words and mask them as confusion.

"Snape? Why do you think he's hot?"

"Well, he's got a good figure." He started. "Plus he has one hell of a nose on him." He smiled looking down at her. "One hell of a hot nose." Fiske had a nose fetish. The larger the nose, the more excited he got, and he was openly flirtatious with the brooding, moody potions master. He often said things that quickly shut the teacher up and made him walk away. Everyone in Hogwarts knew Fiske was gay. It was hard to keep it a secret with his loud, open comments.

"Eh, ze professor is not bad, zough I prefer someone wiz a li'l more…nobility?" Bria snickered, looking at him. "Like Lucius Malfoy." Nyx felt her heart stop. Lucius Malfoy? So her two closest friends were lusting over the two men she had kissed. Groaning she fell back onto the bed, laying across their legs.

"What's wrong Nyx?" Fiske looked down at her, wondering if she was feeling sick or something.

"Why those two?" She whimpered. Fiske looked at Bria confused, wondering why she was so bent out of shape, but Bria had a slight idea as to why Nyx was acting this way.

"She 'as a crush on ze potions master." Bria teased, shocking Nyx. Nyx hadn't told her, and she didn't know just how obvious it seemed.

"How the bloody hell did you know?" She gasped, looking at her, but all Bria did was laugh.

"I knew you 'ad a crush on him! Ze way you look at him, and talk at him! C'est l'amour d'un temps de vie! Il vous aime aussi mon ami et vous le savez!"

"Bria the French is frying my brain!" Nyx squealed.

"You have the hots for Snape too?" Fiske looked at her confused then grinned wickedly. "Ooh so that's why you defend him. Have you gotten a squeeze of his backside yet?" Bria cackled. Nyx felt her jaw drop as she shook her head.

"No!" Fiske's grin faded.

"Not yet? Du bør, har jeg allerede gjort det." Nyx groaned and shoved herself to her feet.

"Don't you start with the foreign language thing too." She stopped and sighed as they stared at her. Turning she looked at them and nodded. "I…I'm in love with Severus Snape." She admitted. They continued to stare at her. "I don't know really how long I have. First it was hatred but it evolved faster than it should have. It's like…I knew him in a past life or something." She thought about it.

"That sounds stupid." Fiske admitted.

"I know but it really feels like that. Like I'm loving him with someone else's heart…" She stopped, her eyes scaling the wall before falling to the floor. She felt empty the more she thought about it. "It doesn't matter, I know it doesn't." The other two looked at her, suddenly feeling awful for how carelessly they were whipping around her emotions. Standing she smiled at them and headed for the door. "I'm going to turn in early tonight. Goodnight you two." She pushed open the door, heading off to bed.

"'That sounds stupid'?" Bria looked at him. "Could you be any more heartless?" Fiske looked at her apologetically, shrugging his shoulders.

"Sorry I'm just…well…it sounds depressing! I'm not even going to lie!"

"Zen say it sounds depressing, not stupid!" She slapped him upside the head. He ducked it but didn't manage to dodge the blow, her hand making a solid slapping noise as it collided with his skull. "I never knew how she felt about him. She does not tell me zis stuff." Bria looked at the floor, her elbows rested on her knees. "She always just laughs whenever I insult him."

"Maybe she doesn't love him as much as she says she does?" Fiske opted, rubbing the sore spot on the back of his head.

"No, I sink she loves him more zan that. It must kill her to know zat her friends hate her love interest, and in order to keep her friends, she agrees to hate him." Fiske looked at her. He had never seen the soft side of Bria. Never. She was always either angry or happy but she never reflected like this in front of him. He knew, though, in the little time he knew Nyx and Bria, that they were the closest friends could get. Whenever Nyx hurt, Bria hurt. But what was he? He was the friend who shrugged off everything as if it were all some big joke. He didn't want to; it was just how it happened.

"Excuse me for a minute." He stood up, heading for the door.

"Where are you going?" Bria looked up at him confused. Smiling he turned around and looked at her.

"Going to ask about a question on my potions test. I know I failed it miserably. Toodles." He waved and slipped out of the room. He tucked his hands in his pockets as he slipped down from the guest common rooms, ignoring the paintings that chattered about him wandering about. Some of the paintings didn't appreciate the kids from the other school just wandering around as if they owned the place. Dumbledore had tried to hush them up but they were too stubborn and kept talking negatively about it.

"Hey, you shouldn't be out of bed." The attractive lizard man with the shorts said from his spot on a tree stump. "Not this close to curfew, you'll get in trouble." He replied brushing his hat off and placing it next to him on a short wooden table.

"Thank you for the warning." Fiske kept on going, not even looking at him. It was chilly in the halls as the cold air blew in. A few students were wandering the halls, either leaving the dining hall or late classes and heading to bed. Catching the ominous figure Fiske smiled and ran up behind him, pulling on his robes lightly. "Professor Snape." The teacher whirled around, looking at him confused as if caught off guard by his presence. "Can I talk to you about the potion we were working on in class? I'm a bit confused." Fiske smiled his hand on the shaft of his wand tucked away in his robes borrowed from Nyx.

"I see," Snape looked at him, noting the robes. "Follow me." Turning he headed inside the classroom. With a flick of his wand the equipment was set up along the table. "What part of the lesson did you not understand?" He turned, looking at him behind the table.

"Oh, all of it." Fiske grinned, sitting on the edge of the table playing with a test tube of a murky brown liquid. "Like why are you using Solizar?" He looked up at him, his hand stopping, the liquid inside of the flask spinning like a tornado before settling down. "Why use Solizar when you can use Mothmort which will give you the same effects?" Snape looked at him, feeling uneasy about the boys' presence.

"Solizar is more potent with less side effects to worry about. Not to mention less expensive, granted it is used in the way I have specified for each student to use it."

"So you do know that it can also be used as an aphrodisiac by itself?" Fiske smiled, his eyes narrowed.

"Yes. Mixed with certain ingredients with certain qualities it can neutralize the effects and turn it into a solution with different properties." The potions teacher explained cautiously. He didn't feel right around the foreigner. His icy, light pink eyes seemed as if they were burning into his very soul as they stared at him. Catching the cautious tone, the boys smile stretched farther across his face like a dramatic, modeled porcelain mask.

"Have you ever used Solizar plain?" Fiske questioned, his voice barely louder than a whisper.

"No." The potions professor looked at him. Moving forward he stretched his hand out to take the bottle of the potion from the student. Just as his hand was in touching distance, Fiske dropped it, the flask shattering on the stone floor. Snape gasped and practically lunged for it, his hair flooding his face as he fell short in grabbing it before it hit the floor.

"Oops." Fiske looked down, faking innocence. The room smelt of a thick must, one that Fiske enjoyed personally. He fought against the smile that was pulling at the corner of his lips as Snape stared dumbfounded at the wet floor. "It should be fine, no?" He shifted, sliding off the table.

"Solizar once out in the open becomes a vapor, that's why it's important to add it to a liquid." Snape growled, backing away from the puddle, drawing his robes over his nose, but it was too late. The thick musty scent filled his nose, making his head swim and his cheeks hot.

"What's this feeling?" Fiske looked down. He'd been breathing it in regularly without precaution, and although he knew what the ingredient did by itself, he didn't know what an aphrodisiac felt like. His cheeks grew warmer. Pressing the backs of his hands to his face he looked at the potions teacher confused. This was bad, Severus noted. This was really bad.

Whirling around he rushed to the cabinets behind his desk. He needed a potion that would counter the effects of the Solizar. Pushing vials to the side and stacking them up on the desk top next to the cabinet he searched for it frantically. He knew that he had a potion like that. He never needed to use it because there was never a student stupid enough to spill any, or to drop a vial. "Where is it?" He growled, the feeling of blood pumping to his head increasing. Suddenly his hand landed on the vial, but what he found made his heart stop. It was empty.

The cork had shrunk due to it's hardening that it created a crack in between the opening of the bottle and the cork itself. The liquid inside had evaporated out. "Damn it!" he growled pulling back. Fiske looked at him upset, wondering why the potions master was getting so worked up. Walking up behind him he hugged him from behind, his cheeks now ablaze.

"Such foul language." He whispered. Snape stiffened up at the touch. The spots where the boys arms wrapped around him burning as if on fire, leaving a warm, tingling sensation. Spinning he grabbed the boy by the shoulders and pushed him back, his eyes serious and intense.

"Don't fool around with me boy, I ought to report you to Dumbledore for this." He growled but Fiske continued to look up at him innocently.

"For what? All I did was accidentally drop a potion. Things happen, don't they?" He smiled. Wrapping a hand around the back of the potion masters head he pressed his lips together. Snape felt his muscle tighten as their lips pressed together. He wanted to push him away, but no matter how hard he willed his limbs, they wouldn't do so. Smiling, breaking the kiss Fiske rubbed the tip of his nose against Snapes. "Finding it hard to get away from me?" He giggled. Pulling his wand out he waved it a bit. "Animus possidendi." He whispered.

"You used a mind control curse on me." Snape grimaced. "You used the potion as a diversion so I would drop my guard so you could catch me off guard. Clever." His upper lip curled.

"No, I cast the spell before I came in." Fiske corrected him. "I dropped the potion to get you in the mood, to ease your mind as I did my work. Now you're defenseless against me." He pulled away a bit, rubbing his chest.

"Why are you doing this?" Snape growled, looking down at the foreign boy,

"Why? Isn't it obvious?" Fiske grinned, kissing him again. Heat rushed through their connected lips, making their blood rush. Snape felt disgusted, but for some reason, it felt familiar. It reminded him of not too long ago, but he didn't know how. He hadn't been kissed before, not on the lips at least, and here he was, lips locked with a student –a male one at that!- and it felt so familiar.

"Professor, I hope you don't mind my intrusion but I-" The voice stopped. Whirling around Fiske caught who it had been who walked in. Standing in the doorway, her eyes wide, was Ellenyx Fairbourne herself. She looked at the boy she thought to be her friend in confusion, pain was plastered as plain as day on her face. A look of betrayal made it quite obvious to even a fool that she didn't think of her potions professor as just a mentor. "Fiske?" She whimpered. "What the hell…what's going on?" She looked at him, praying that it wasn't what it looked like. Turning, Fiske took a step back and crossed his arms, shifting his weight.

"Oh Jeesh, here you come to ruin all the fun again Nyx, thanks." He snickered full of spite. Nyx felt her heart throb. Here she had trusted Fiske with the very secret she didn't even tell herself out in the open. Here she had trusted Fiske. Feeling her blood boil she pulled her usually sheathed and useless wand out and pointed it at him, her eyes flashing a brilliant blue.

"Convallis flammae!" She shrieked. A burst of flames shot across the room in a deadly spray. Gasping, finally free of his binding, Snape dove behind his desk to avoid the blast of flames. Pulling his wand up Fiske deflected most of it but still some flames licked at his arms. Wincing he began to morph. Turning into a Ferret he raced under the blast of flames, in between her legs and out into the hall. Shrieking like a harpy, Nyx wheeled around and chased after him. She was engulfed completely in anger. "Get back here!" She screamed, chasing him down the hall. Whipping her wand, threatening to burn him alive she shrieked, tears pouring down her face. "How dare you! After I trusted you you bastard!"

Of course the commotion attracted students like flies to garbage, they gathered in the halls to see what was going on, only to have to pull back to avoid being burnt. "You bastard!" She screamed again. Hearing a chorus of screams out in the halls, the potions master pushed himself to his feet. Part of him condoned this threat of death on the foreign boy, but as his role of teacher, he knew it would be unforgivable to allow the threat to continue.

Racing out into the hallway, he chased after her. She was quick, he had to admit. It took quite a bit of energy to catch up with her and when he did he found something that even frightened him. She was going absolutely insane, pain and betrayal in her eyes, her teeth bared like fangs. Cornering Fiske at the dining hall doors which were now locked, she stopped and raised her wand above her head like a sword. She inhaled deeply, desperate to deal the finishing blow.

"Expelliarmus!" Suddenly her wand flew from her hand. Gasping she whirled around, her face warped in pure anger at the new person who was about to stand in her way. Seeing the figure of her potions teacher approach her, her heart shattered. He looked angry which hurt her even more. Everyone had gathered around, asking what was going on, and in the corner the ferret heaved a sigh of relieve. "Follow me Miss Fairbourne." He growled. Grabbing her arm he began dragging her down the hallway, but they weren't headed to Dumbledores. Not that she was afraid of ending up there, she couldn't be expelled even if she was a serious threat to everyone. She had no home to go back to.

"Stop," She whimpered. "You're hurting me." He was dragging her, his fingers digging deeply into her arm as he pulled around corners.

"What were you thinking?" He pulled her to a stop, turning on her. "What the bloody hell were you thinking?" He grabbed her arms. She looked at him hurt. So all of this was going to be pinned on her? She should have been able to guess. Being the less liked person in the entire school it came with the position.

"I…I don't know." She looked down, unable to make eye contact.

"You could have seriously injured someone Miss Fairbourne." He pointed out.

"I'm sorry." She whispered again.

"Are you? Even though you have no home, you can still be kicked out of Hogwarts if you prove to be too much of a handful to deal with. Tonight you made yourself look like you were insane, how do you feel about that?" He barked, his forehead crinkled. She didn't say anything; instead she stared at her feet, tears trickling down her cheeks. He stopped, noticing her tears. He didn't know what she was crying for. Was it for his scolding?

"I'm sorry." She broke down, her face buried in her hands. "I'm so sorry." He looked at her sympathetically. Sighing he rubbed his forehead, shifting his weight, his eyes closing. He allowed her to cry for a bit, knowing that if it was because of his scolding then everything he'd said would be lost if he told her not to cry right away. After a minute or so he spoke again.

"Awfully sensitive tonight aren't you Miss Fairbourne? Usually you're not so easy to cry over a scolding like this."

"It's not you." She sniffled, wiping at her eyes. "It's…it's what Fiske…what he did to you." She shook her head. He looked at her confused wondering why that would matter to her. Why she would get so worked up over something like that.

"Miss Fairbourne?"

"I can't believe you two are…"

"No, I am not in a relationship with a student, let alone a male one at that Miss Fairbourne. Tonight was strictly a mishap due to dropping a potion inside the classroom while Mr. Werne was asking a question." She looked shocked. So she had overreacted? Then Fiske must have kissed Snape because of a side effect of a potion that they were using.

"O-oh." She whimpered, rubbing her head. "I'm so sorry sir… I…I must be tired." She choked a bit. Looking at her for a few more moments, he allowed the silence to settle.

"30 points, from Slytherin." He said at last. Looking at him shocked she opened her mouth to speak but he held his hand up. "For attacking another student, you're lucky you weren't sent to Azkaban for attempted murder. Goodnight Miss Fairbourne. I'll talk it over with Albus to keep you and that foreign boy separated." She stared at him, unsure of what to say. Figuring that he must have some sort of appreciation for her to fight for her to be let off the hook, she smiled lightly and bowed to him.

"Thank you sir. Goodnight." Turning she made her way down the hall when a hot hand pulled her to a stop. She turned, looking back at him confused, her cheeks flaring up.

"I would like to thank you. If it weren't for your intervention…well." He trailed off. Smiling she shook her head and slipped her hand out of his.

"No need to thank me sir. I will do anything for you. Goodnight sir." Turning she headed off towards her room, feeling as if they had connected in some way, even though she had barely spoken to him. At least she knew he wasn't about to have sex with Fiske. As for that foreigner…well…she would deal with him in the morning. This time, she'd make sure there would be no interference.