Just a FYi it's always Shelby's POV unless I say different

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"What's this?" Draco said and picked up the book I was reading to see the cover.

"Give it back." I whine.

"Gadding with Ghouls by Gilderoy Lockhart. You actually read his stuff. What's that? You had him sign it!"

"Stop." I quicky snatched the book back.

"Disgusting. Does Weasley know about this?"

"Yes he does. And he doesn't care."

"He probably fancies him too."

"Hush it. Everyone knows you fancy Snape."

"That's disgusting."

"You're not denying it." I smirked.

"I do not fancy Professor Snape."

"Whatever. I'm going to my dorm." I grabbed all of my books.

"I'll take you...for protection."

"Hey Shelby. Going to your Common Room?" Fred approached me when I walked out of the library.

"Yeah actually I am."

"Can I escort you?"

"That would be lovely."

"What am I? Dragon dung?" Draco mumbled to himself and walked off to the Common Room.

"Come on." Fred said and took my arm. I blushed and followed his lead.

"What are we doing?" I asked. He kept walking past a gargoyle. Suddenly doors appeared.

"What is this place?" I asked when he opened the door.

"The Room of Requirement. You think about what you need and it becomes it."

"Cool." I said and walked in. The room had a couch and a table with two goblets of pumpkin juice.

"What did you think about?" I asked him.

"A place for us to be alone." He said and plopped on the couch. I sat by him.

"Break is coming. Are you still coming with me?" 

"Ms. Simmons said I could come for a couple days."

"Excellent. Are you ready for the Quidditch match?"

"Definitely." I said.

"You're so losing to Gryffindor."

"Really? Is that a bet?" I teased.

"If Gryffindor wins you go on a date with me."

"Deal but what happens when Slytherin wins?" 

"Well that's not going to happen but if it does then....I don't know. What do you want?"

"We go on a date but I choose the place."

"Deal."

"And you agreed to it?" Draco said disgusted.

"Well yeah. Why wouldn't I?" I just told Draco about mine and Fred's bet and he's groaning as usual.

"Because he's a-"

"Weasley." I finished his sentence.

"Exactly!"

"I know what his name is but your family doesn't make you who you are and there's nothing wrong with the Weasley's."

"Whatever you say. Your family is probably full of blood-traitors."

"You have no right to talk about my family when you don't even know them."

"You don't know them either."

"Go. Get out."

"We have to go to my Manor."

"Maybe if you learned some manners we'd get along." I used magic to open my door.

"Fine. Whatever. Stay here. I'm not the one in danger." He left and slammed the door.

"That was interesting." Courtney said, her nose in a book.

"I'm glad my life entertains you."

"Me too. It gets pretty boring here."

"Goodnight Courtney." I said crawling under my covers and rolling myself into a cocoon. 

"Just date him already." She said.

"Who?"

"Draco obviously."

"No. Number 1 I'm too young to date and number 2 he's a jerk."

"Sure. Goodnight Shelby." 

I put on my Quidditch uniform and headed to the field.

"Dumbledore wait up." Draco called.

"I think it's best if we're not friends." 

"Why?"

"We always fight. It's too stressful."

"Quit being a wimp. You don't have a choice."

"Oh yes I do."

"Shelby quick! I need to talk to you!" Hermione grabbed my arm and pulled me aside.

"What is it?" I asked.

"I made polyjuice potion. Me, Ron, and Harry are going to use it to see if Draco is the heir of Slytherin."

"He's not."

"Anyway I have an idea!"

"What?"

"You can disguise yourself as Dumbledore. You can go in Snape's office and get the book of Italy! We can find your Father!"

"Hermione you're brilliant! I'll meet you after the match."

"Girls loo in Moaning Myrtle's stall."

"See you there."

"Good luck."

"Thanks."

"Sorry Harry." I mumbled and hit a bludger towards him so he wouldn't get the snitch. He barely dodged it. 

"There's already one bludger trying to murder Harry. Maybe you could lay off a bit." Fred said in a rush as he zoomed by me.  I looked up and saw a bludger literally chasing Harry. I glared at Malfoy, knowing he had something to do with it. 

"Harry!" I zoomed to his side as he hit the ground.

"We won." He smiled holding the snitch. 

"Yeah you did." I chuckled. He closed his eyes and fainted. The Gryffindor team surrounded him. Fred stood close by me.

"I won." He whispered to me.

"Yes you did."

Lockhart came and tried to help to Harry's displeasure. In the end Harry ended up not having any bones in his right arm.

"Drink." Hermione gave me a bottle that was a weird goldish color.

"Do you know if this works?"

"Kind of. You're the first one of us to try it. I was able to finish enough for you. I've stayed up late for weeks."

"Thanks." I said and chugged the contents. 

"That is vile." I gagged.  I could feel my bones shift. 

"How do I look?" I asked. Hermione found robes for me to wear.

"Like....Dumbledore." She said. I looked in the mirror.

"Wow."

I made my way to the dungeons. I punked a few kids out on the way of course. I couldn't resist.

I took a deep breath and knocked on Snape's door.

"Enter." Snape's voice boomed. I walked in as confidently as I could. When Snape looked at me I  swear he knew who I was.

"Professor Dumbledore."

"Profess- Severus." I corrected myself quickly.

"What can I do for you."

"I'm looking for a book. I was told you confiscated it."

"Which book would you be talking about?"

"The book of Italy."

"Ah yes. Here you are Professor." Snape used a charm to open his desk and pulled out the book.

"Thank you Severus." I said slowly taking the book. I can't believe it was that easy!

"Anytime Professor." I quickly left the room before he figured it out.

I went back to the loo to meet Hermione.

"It worked!"

"You scared me! I thought you were really Professor Dumbledore." She exclaimed.

"Sorry. Let's stay in here and read the book while the potion wears off." I settled in Moaning Myrtle's stall. I opened the book and gasped.

"What is it?! Did you find him already?!" Hermione asked.

"No....He-he tore out the page." I showed her the book to reveal the missing page.

"Oh no. We have to find the page."

"If he tore it out I'm sure he destroyed it."

"Maybe not."

"Maybe but I'm sure he did."