Okay, I thought to myself calmly, all you have to so is walk inside and go to your dorm. And if someone sees you or questions you, just say the fat lady was not in her portrait so you went to sleep in the Room of Requirements. Yeah, that sounds believable. 

"And where might have you been all night, Missy?" the Fat Lady asked me with an amused look.

"Baubles," I groaned.

"Come on," she pestered. "Spill. It's not everyday I see a student come back with her shirt inside out."

I looked down at my shirt to see it was inside out. How was I able to button up my shirt like that?

My cheeks heated. "Baubles!" I said firmly.

"Alright, alright," she chuckled, swinging open.

I huffed and stomped into the common room.

"Hey, Bella," a voice said.

"I didn't sleep with anyone!" I squeaked, panicky before running up to my dorm.

Thankfully, it was empty. Quickly I got changed and headed back down to the common room.

"What is 'I didn't sleep with anyone' suppose to mean?" Alex asked me as I headed out of the common room.

"Crap," I hissed, palming my forehead.

"Any day now," she pushed.

"No, its nothing," I reasurred her. "It's just that I sleep in the Room of Requirements last night-"

I didn't stop explaining my story, but I just wanted to point out how much Alex had tensed when I mentioned the Room of Requirements.

"-and I accidentally put my shirt on inside out. So when I came back, the Fat Lady looked at me like I was in some kind of love triangle or something."

Alex nodded to what I said, but seemed bluntly lost. "You didn't... see anything, right?"

I looked at her curiously. "No. What could I have see-"

"Nothing!" she shouted nervously. "It was nice talking. Really. But, uhh... I have to go."

And with that, she dashed up to the boys dormitory.

~

"I don't care who he kisses," Hermione said stiffly.

"Come on, Herms," I sighed, tiredly turning a page in my transfiguration textbook. "Harry isn't here, you can tell me with 100% honesty. I doubt I'll be talking to Ron anytime soon if he's going to be continuously sucking face with that Grinch."

"I am being 100% honest with you!" she snapped at me, looking up from where she was doing her homework for Herbology. "Why is it that you keep pestering me about this?"

"Because, I know you have a thing for him and I want to make sure you're okay," I told her honestly. "Plus it's Sunday and I'm stuck here doing homework so I need a little something to pump up my mood. So getting you to come out with your feelings towards Ron would be a great way to make that happen."

I looked up from the words on my book to see Hermione shooting daggers at me.

"I do not, I repeat, do not have a thing for Ronald!" she hissed, snapping her notebook closed and shoving it in her bag. "Once you have gotten over yourself, I will speak with you."

And with that, she got up and stalked away.

"Hermione, I just want you to open up," I told her. "It's better then keeping everything bottled in and lying about it. Trust me."

She stopped in her spot for a minute, as if she was frozen. Then she shook her head slightly and walked out of the library.

I sighed and went back to my homework. Her and Ron where basically the same person, stubborn and hot headed. That's why they can't open up to each other, or anyone for that matter. I was just going to have to let her cool off.

"Hey," a voice sighed deeply.

"Sup, Harold," I said.

"God, no. Anything but that," he chuckled, sitting down where Hermione was no less than a minute ago.

"Sorry," I giggled. "I was trying something."

"Well, don't try that again," Harry told me as he opened up his copy of Advanced Potions book.

I scrunched up my nose and heaved a sigh. "You realize we have a workbook questions due in Herbology on Monday?"

"Uh-huh."

"Tomorrow is Monday."

"Uh-huh."

"Well, I know that you haven't started it."

"Uh-huh."

I rolled my eyes and reached out to take the book from him. But he quickly pulled it from my grasp and gave me a glare.

"Jesus," I whispered.

"Don't touch my book," he snapped.

"Sorry," I apologized going back to my homework.

Well. That's odd.

************

Alex's P.O.V.

"Hey," Dylan greeted me distantly when I entered his dorm.

"I have to tell you something," she said immediately. "Actually, two things."

He gave me an annoyed look as he shoved his feet into a pair of black converse. I simply rolled my eyes and walked over to him and planted a peck on his lips. His lips twitched into a slight grin before letting me continue.

It's funny to me how he seems to be going back to a somewhat normal then what he has been for almost a year. I want to say that it was because he was passing information to Dumbledore, secretly. I guess he looked at it as if he was helping someway, but I looked at it differently. I felt more stressed then ever. He could be caught and killed, or worse...

"So, what's up?" he asked me.

"Okay... so let's say someone went to the room of requirements," I started, slowly. "Is it possible that they would find-"

"No," he told me sharply. "That place is a maze, and the cabinet is in far deep. And it's quiet possible that they might make it a different room."

"Okay, good," I sighed.

"What else did you need to tell me?" he asked.

My body tensed up at the idea.

I simply sighed and walked over to Dylan's bed and sat down next to him.

"Hold me," I asked lightly, resting my head on his shoulder.

His arms wrapped around me tightly, pulling me in close. It made me feel more secure, as if I could actually live through this war to see the 2000s...

"My father," I started. "He... he isn't Regulus Black."

I looked strait at the wall, but I felt Dylan's top half of his body move. There was no need for me to look in order to know that he was staring down at me.

"What?"

"I'm not Regulus Black's daughter...," I repeated.

A silence was slowly filling the room.

"Who's you father, Alex?" he asked nervously.

"Don't worry," I slightly chuckled, with a sniff. "It's no one closely related to anyone in your family."

"Oh," he gave out a dry laugh.

"It's Snape."

Again slowly, room was silent. I felt as if I was sitting there forever in Dylan's hold.

"How long have you known?" he asked.

"I-I found a letter on his desk from m-my mom when I was in d-detention," I stuttered slightly. "So naturally, I t-took it. It said something about her being pregnant. I went t-to ask him about it a-and he s-said it w-was true."

Tears slowly slipped down my cheeks.

"That detention was like a week or two ago," Dylan said. "Why am I only being told now?"

I could sense the hurt in his voice.

"I-I-"

"I always tell you everything, Alex," he pointed out.

"Yes, b-but-"

"Why didn't you just tell me when you originally found the letter?" He asked.

"I... I don't know," I cried. "I should have, but I didn't. I just wanted to keep it to myself till I found out the truth. I didn't think it was true even though the evidence was practically slapping me in the face."

Tears were running down my face like a waterfall by this point.

"I guess with everything going on all ready making my life hell," I continued, "I didn't want to know anything else that would make it worse. And I-I..."

"Shhhhhhh," he whispered, holding my face in his hands, kissing my nose softly. "It's okay."

"No it's not," I continued crying. "I can't do this for much longer."

"If I can do this, so can you, Alex," Dylan reassured me.

I seriously doubted what he said, but I nodded and let him hold me. That was the safest place for me to be at anytime in the world.

~

"Why did you call us here, Draco?" Dylan spat.

He had an arm wrapped around me supportively. I was still shaken up about my breakdown earlier. I held myself together quiet nicely under stress, but the past two years have been harder on me then a normal teenagers would have been.

"I thought of a way we can possibly do it," he told the two of us.

"And what would that be?" Dylan sneered.

"Poison," Draco said.

"How do you plan on doing that?" I snapped. "Dylan and I aren't any good in that class, and you haven't been doing to well either."

"Don't worry, I have my sources," he assured us.