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Dianthus Stories	By : icewomin Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 3134 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Anything you
recognize belongs to someone else, namely, JK Rowling. Specifically, elements of
the HP universe, characters from same.
Sadly, I have no hope of publishing this story outside the fan fiction base, although I hope you enjoy the plot and the original
characters I�ve created. Feel free to
give me critical feedback, including flames and harsh criticism. I may delete it afterward, so as to reduce my
personal embarrassment, but I do promise to read it and incorporate it if I
feel it improves the story.

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This is Chapter
Seven. Smut begins in Chapter Twenty
Six, so if you�re only looking for that, feel free to skip ahead. Be warned that you may be confused about some
of the stuff in those later chapters if you don�t stick it out.

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Chapter Seven �
Nasty Rumors

Dianthus might not
have been studying for her N.E.W.T.s, but she spent
the entirety of the Easter holidays studying with her roommates
nonetheless. Her first year exams were
only six weeks away, after all, and she wanted to do well. She felt pretty confident about everything
except History of Magic. It was an
all-lecture class, taught by the most boring ghost teacher ever inflicted upon
students. Dianthus spent hours going
over her notes on the Goblin Rebellion and Ulrich the Ugly.

Snape was no help,
as he made several snide comments about the first year exams being unbelievably
tough, when she made the mistake of voicing her concerns to him.

�Are they really
that hard, Severus?�

�I almost didn�t
pass myself,� he said darkly.

�I � I don�t
believe you,� she said, more bravely than she felt. If he
had struggled, what chance did she have?

�Believe what you
will,� he replied, shrugging. �But
that�s how Dumbledore weeds out the dolts � some of the dolts. First year exams, harder
even than O.W.L.s. At least with those, you�ve got an idea of
what you�re up against.� His eyes were
firmly on the board, and he spoke as though what he was saying was common
knowledge.

He murmured to his
chess pieces, and she heard the familiar shattering of marble against marble,
but she was staring at him, too terrified at the thought of the upcoming exams
to look down at the board and see which of her men he�d just demolished.

�Severus, don�t
tease me,� she whined.

�Surely you
jest. I would never tease you about
something as important as this,� he said, but his eyes were glinting when he
glanced up at her. �Checkmate, by the
way, Dianthus.�

She didn�t want to
believe him, but co�t h�t help worrying that he was telling the truth. So she and the roommates hit their books over
the entire vacation.

�Not like a
vacation at all, even,� grumbled Melanie, as they hunkered down in their room
for yet another study session that Saturday night.

�But look how far
you�ve come, especially, Mel,� said Erin. �You are doing the best of all of us in
History of Magic.�

�Yeah, but what
does that say? There�s no practical bit
to that class at all,� sighed Melanie.

�Oh, but you�re
doing good in Potions, too,� Dianthus assured her over her stack of notes. �You finally got up the nerve to pick up that
frog brain last week, remember?�

Melanie made a
face. �That class is so icky, Di, I
don�t know how you can enjoy it.�

�Well, it�s fun, sometimes, thinking about the stuff my Grandpa
grows, and seeing how it�s used in the end.�

Just then the door
to their dormitory opened and a pudgy girl with lots of curly hair
entered. It was Desdemona Graf, a
seventh-year, and one of their house prefects.
�Clear out, you three,� she said, gesturing to Dianthus� roommates. �I need to speak with Dianthus.� The three girls picked themselves up off
their beds and scurried out of the room, throwing scared glances over their
shoulders as they went. Dianthus sat up
on her bed, feeling her palms getting sweaty.

�What is it,
Des? Is my Grandpa okay?� Her heart gave a little jolt.

�No, no, it�s not
your family,� said Des, sitting next to Dianthus on the bed. �I � wanted to talk to you about Severus
Snape.�

�Oh,� said
Dianthus, looking blankly at the prefect�s profile. Des was not meeting her eye, gazing instead
at the carpet.

�I � I�ve heard
some things, and I thought you ought to know what people are saying,� Des went
on.

�What
things?� But Dianthus thought she could
guess.

�Well, Potter came
to me last week��

�Potter?�
Dianthus squeaked.

�You know, the
Head Boy.�

�I know who he
is,� Dianthus replied, unable to keep the distaste from her tone.

�Dianthus, are you
studying the Dark Arts with Snape?�

This was so far
from what Dianthus had thought Des would ask her that she actually burst out
laughing. �Do what?� she finally
said. �Why would you think I�m studying
the Dark Arts?�

Des frowned. �Potter says he heard you were hanging out in
the Defense against the Dark Arts classroom.
With Snape.
Learning the Dark Arts. Snape knows a lot about it, you know. He knows tons of hexes and jinxes, he always
has.�

Now Dianthus was
angry. �So Potter thinks Severus is
teaching me the Dark Arts, huh? That�s a
laugh, coming from that arrogant jerk.�

�What are you
talking about?�

�Jeez, Des, Potter
was dying to hex Severus the first time I met them.�

�So it�s Severus,
then, is it, on a first name basis with him?�
Des looked at her suspiciously.

Dianthus
sighed. �Okay, okay, I have been meeting
Snape in the Defense against the Dark
Arts classroom. But he�s NOT teaching me
the Dark Arts. That�s disgusting,
Des! He�s been teaching me to play
chess.�

Des scrunched up
her face. �Come on, Di, do you expect me
to believe that story? Chess?�

Dianthus jumped to
her feet. �I do, Des, because it�s the
truth! He brings a
chess board, we play chess for a bit, we leave. There�s no Dark Arts stuff going on!�

�They say he�s
going to join the Death Eaters,� said Des, quietly.

�What?�
Dianthus couldn�t believe it. The
Death Eaters, followers of He-Who-Cannot-Be-Named, were nasty cowards who
terrorized wizards and Muggles alike � they even killed people. �I don�t believe that, Des! I mean, yeah, Severus told me he�s interested
in the Dart Arts, but to protect himself against curses and stuff!�

The older girl
sighed. �Dianthus, you�re still pretty
young. Trust me when I say that Severus
Snape is bad news. He�s sneaky and mean,
and you�d be better off ending it now.
Whatever it is you�re doing, that is.�

Dianthus glared at
her. �You know what, Des? I may be young, but I think Potter�s the one
who�s sneaky and mean.�

�Potter�s Head
Boy! He�s a good guy � everybody likes
him. He hates the Dark Arts.�

�I think he�s a
puffed up little toe-rag,� Dianthus retorted angrily.

Desdemona got to
her feet. �I�m just telling you what�s
going around, that�s all. Potter said if I talked to you, he would talk
to Snape.�

Dianthus
groaned. �Oh, that�s great. That�s just great.�

�Look,� said the
older girl, very seriously, �I�m trying to do you a favor, here, Dianthus. You don�t want to get the reputation of being
into the Dark Arts. You should stop
hanging around Snape. That�s all I�m
saying.� She left, and Dianthus threw
herself back onto her bed. Seconds
later, all three of her roommates came bursting through the dormitory door,
breathing heavily.

�What the hell was
that all about?� panted Erin. �Des looked really pissed off when she came
downss.�bullshit!� He released her
arm with a jerk, and stalked away. There
was such finality in his rapidly retreating figure that Dianthus made no effort
to follow him. Some moments had passed
before she realized that angry tears were streaming down her cheeks. She rubbed the sleeve of her robe roughly
across her face, and left the owlery at a run.
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