Your Secret Is Safe With Me

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        I got up in the early morning and changed into my , and went on my way to the Great Hall. I sat at the table, and helped myself to some eggs, toast and green apples. Green apples are my favourite. You could think I have a crush on Draco Lucius Malfoy for this, but no, I think him as a close friend, as a brother, nothing else. I saw Diggory get up from his table and come towards me as I saw Moody eyeing the whole situation, glaring at Diggory. I blushed. I have been doing that a lot, ever since I saw that man at the world cup. I felt someone nudge me, as I looked up.
"Cedric wants to talk to you."said Ginny. I looked up and glared at Diggory. I got up from the table.
"What do you want Diggory?"I asked him calmly as I felt eyes on us. Diggory just smirked his pervert ass off.
"You."he smirked. He licked his lips, and I snarled at him in disgust. What a perverted idiot.
"When hell freezes over."I said as I made my way to the Slytherin table. I knew that was the only table he wouldn't go to. I went and sat by Blaise and Theo. "Idiotic perv."I snarled as I helped myself to some pancakes with maple syrup. Crabbe and Goyle looked up in bewilderment, as a Gryfindor sat on their house table, while Parkinson, Bulstrode and Greengrass sneered.
"What are doing here, Potter?"smirked Draco.
"Escaping Diggory."Blaise answered for me.
"He's not just Diggory, he's Cedric Prince of Perverts Diggory."I growled. The whole Slytherin table roared into laughter.
"Wow never thought I'd see you swear Lexi."laughed Theo, as I smacked him with a piece of pancake.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Later that Night~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I was winding up for the day, after teaching the seventh years, their defense classes, and surviving and escaping Diggory, when I went to Moody.
"Professor where may I keep these?"I asked him. He nodded to a trunk as I went up to it and kept the things, when I smelt something odd. I picked up the scent coming from a vial. I picked it up stealthily, and smelt it. Polyjuice Potions! That means there's an impostor around. I peaked through the hole of the trunk, and saw a Moody there. So there's an impostor teaching us Defense Against the Dark Arts?! I got up, and pulled out my wand, and attacked the impostor Moody at the speed faster than a lightening, poking it to his throat.
"Who the fucking hell are you!"I snarled at him. He smirked, as I did too."Priori Icantatio Revealio Potionia." I chanted, as the effects of the potion wore off. Slowly, it revealed not a square faced man, but a rectangular faced man licking his lip corners, making me feel lusty and thirsty. I looked at him.............the man from the world cup......................Barty Crouch Junior...........................


Barty's P.O.V.:-

My plans got revealed to Potter girl, and she was way advanced to her age, when it came to magic. Her wand was still poking my throat, as she smirking looking at my lips and at my face. I smirked.
"Like what you see Potter,"I teased her.
"Not at all. All I see is a beggar, not an evil."she smirked as she removed her wand. It was the same wood as Masters's..............yew. Potter girl has a yew wand, that means she knows the Dark Arts.....................Potter's twin sister knows the Dark Arts."Finding something too surprising?"she asked."Don't you even dare. You are here for a year, then you are goodbye, end of your dammit story."she snarled. I walked round her.
"Indeed, but I will leave with you."I whispered in ears, sending shivers down her spine."Do I make you nervous?"I asked. She turned."No."she said without any emotions in her face.
"You need to do something more than that to make me nervous."she smirked, as she began walking to the door, as I eyed her. She reached the door and turned."Your secret is safe with me."she said, as she winked at me playfully. So missy wants to play, well two can play the game. I then shut the doors, and took another dose of the potion, changing back to Moody.

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