Peaches and Cream

"HAHA! I passed my Charms exam! That was damn hard!"

"Why do you say that, Cell?"

"Well, you bloody well know how hard Flitwick made last years', Dee,"

"True, true,"

The two girls were just walking down to the Slytherin dungeons after their exam in Charms. Celeste cracked her stiff knuckles.

"You know that's very unlady-like," Delilah smirked. Her mother always told her to never crack her knuckles, slouch or do other things men could get away with. Celeste just smirked, a humorous glint in her yellow and red eyes.

"At least today was the last day of exams!" Celeste yawned while parking and streching in a black leather chair near the fireplace.

"Yeah, any more writing and my hand will fall off," Delilah agreed, sitting down on the shag carpet. "You're dad better not fail me or I'll curse you," Delilah slightly chuckled, playfully brandishing her wand at Celeste.

"You know my father. If you get all the questions wrong, he'll still pass you because you always flirt with him."

"Hell no!" Delilah said, throwing her Mary Jane shoe at her. Celeste ducked. Celeste's father, Keith Garletts happened to be the Alchemy teacher at Hogwarts, ever since it opened up. Only close friends and faculty knew that the Garletts family happened to be mutts of dragons. Keith was actually the real dragon that had taken human form a long time ago, Celeste only inherited her father's dragon drawl, eyes and hair. Delilah on the other hand, was a completely normal girl. No, I'm lying. She's really quite a sick minded girl, as so Celeste was.

"Bonjour, moi lemmings!" came a voice from behind the warm chair Celeste was sprawled all over.

"Hi, Jim," Delilah said in a monotone voice, but still smiling.

"Hullo, Monkey," Jimmy said in the same robot voice, also grinning. He kissed Celeste on the cheek and sat down on the wing of the chair. "How's Kitten?" he asked.

"Quite good. How's Puppy?" Celeste smiled, raising her gold eyes playfully to Jimmy.

"Absolutely corking, I daresay. Are yall going to the End Of The Year Feast?" he asked, still grinning his famous toothy smile.

"Duh. We have to. If I had another other choice, I'd go down to the kitchens and nick more of those pumpkin pie slices," Delilah replies, pulling off her other shoe and throwing it across the room, nearly missing a Prefect's overly large head. The stifled their laughter and began getting into their loose, comfy sweaters and jeans instead of those icky grey shirts and skirts.

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The two girls were boarding the train. All of the professors were outside, waving goodbye to the students. Snape was all by himself, waving to the Garletts girls and boy he tutored at times. As he was waving to Komodus, Delilah quickly got off the train and cast a spell on him.

"Pertrificus, Totalus!" she muttered. Snape stiffened like a board and fell backward into her arms, eyes rolling in his head in rage.

"You're coming home with me!" she whispered to him. She then heard a shriek of terror in her professor's throat. He kept on growling and shouting, not even making his closed mouth make any difference in sound as if it were open. Delilah threw her cloak over him and slammed her fist over his head, silencing him.

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"Yes, please. I would like a sandwich."

"Do you want anything for your companion when he wakes up?"

"That's alright. Thank you, anyway."

Professor Snape woke to hear a roar like an engine and the sound of glass hitting metal. His eyes fluttered open to find he was on a plane, right beside Delilah who was being served some orange juice by a stuwardess. He looked out the window and jumped out of his seat.

"WHERE THE HELL AM I?" he shouted at the teenager next to him. She slightly recoiled.

"Well.....your over the Atlantic Ocean. I'm sorry I kidnapped you, but I don't want to go home with just my parents," she began.

"NO!" he interuppted. "Am I on a airplane?"

"Yeah."

"Get me off. I hate flying."

"It's no big deal, professor. It's just a little bit different then Apparating," That thought just struck Snape's mind. He could disApparate back home to London! He tried, but he just flickered like a lightbulb about to go out.

"I forgot. My Apparition license only works in England," Delilah smirked widely. They suddenly both had pressure in their ears. The plane was landing.

"Hello passengers, this is your captain speaking. We have just arrived in Winnipeg. Thank you for choosing Air Canada," a voice said over the intercom. Snape's head slowly turned to Delilah's.

"Am in Canada?" he asked slowly and fiercly. Delilah just nodded her head weakly. Snape took several deep breaths and began cursing. "I hate Canada. It's to cold here, Manitoba is damn flat like a fricking pancake..."

"Don't complain, professor," they both left the plain and went to the front to claim their baggage. Delilah only picked up a trunk and a suitcase. Where was Snape's?

"Were are my bags?" he asked, giving Delilah a glare as cold as a Russian winter. Delilah shrugged.

"I dunno," she replied. Her Potion's professor began swelling in rage. He took several deep breaths and his magenta face slowly turned pale again. They both then walked to the parking lot. Delilah took keys out of her bag and opened the door of a blue Ford Crown Victoria.

"Miss Moores," Professor Snape began in his most civil voice all night. "How old are you exactly?"

"Fourteen," she replied, throwing her trunk into the back seat.

"Then I don't think you should be driving this car."

"C'mon! I've been driving since I was ten-years old! Besides, all the cops here are all getting fat at Tim Horton's," she paused, seeing the confused look on his face. "Tim Horton's is a doughnut and coffee shop here," he nodded his head. They both got into the car and began driving across the land of endless sky.

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Snape happened to have his head against the passenger window, snoozing, but he woke up to hear a loud honk of a horn and Delilah saying a very rude word.

"Where are we?" he asked, rubbing his eyes to get used to the blinding city lights.

"Brandon," she replied, making a left turn onto Princess Avenue. He staightened up in his seat and tightened his buckle.

"I suppose we are going to your-your-yooooooour place?" he asked, failing to stifle a large yawn.

"Yeah," her eyelids began to droop, but she remained awake. She pulled into a small suberb area, and a little white house. They both got out and the professor helped Delilah with her bag and trunk as they waddled down the stone path. They both went into the cosy home. Delilah turned on a light, making it nearly blind their tired eyes. Delilah picked up a nearly empty vodka bottle and threw into the garbage with a loud clang.

"Nothing has changed," she said miserably. Snape began to look around. It would've been a really nice place if old alcohol bottles and burger wrappings weren't strewn all over the floor and furniture.

"This is erm......very...." the professor began, but Delilah interuppted.

"Don't bother. I know it's a pig sty," she said while picking up more bottles and fast food wrappings. In a few minutes, Delilah had the living room cleaned so Snape could sleep there. He went over and sat down on the soft couch.

"Why did you bring me here?" he said quietly, not sure if her parents were home. She sighed.

"I get lonely over the summer. I thought I told you already."

"Where are your parents?"

"They're most likely at a hotel or the bar, bombed out of their minds or having sex," Snape was surprised that his student wasn't completely grossed out by talking about her mother and father making love. "This couch is pretty soft. I think you'll be able to sleep here. My dad probably has some pajamas upstairs," Snape nodded, realising he didn't really have it hard in life.

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Professor Snape woke with a beam of sunlight in his eyes.

"C'mon! Time to get up!" he heard Delilah say. He opened his eyes, like a newborn baby. "I already went shopping and bought us some breakfast," she walked into the kitchen and came back out with strawberry pancakes and orange juice. She wasn't offended when Snape didn't say 'thank you'. She knew it wasn't really his thing. "Didn't want to wear my dad's night clothes?" she asked, looking Snape up and down. He then realised he was only wearing his white boxers and some socks on his cold feet. He quickly covered himself up in a croqueted blanket. Delilah chuckled and headed back into the kitchen. He jumped as he heard the door slam and angry voices came into the house.

"I wonder if our kid is back from the freak school," said a slurred, woman's voice.

"She better. Or else she find a twenty-two to her cat's head," a man's voice replied. Snape heard Delilah gasp and run to the door to greet her parents.

"I'm here," she said in a trembling voice. "Please don't hurt Iceses!" Snape then noticed warm fur was rubbing up against him. It was a snow white kitten. This must've been Iceses.

"About fucking time you came home!" the man said, obviously her father. Snape picked up the darling kitten as though it was made of glass and entered where the three others were. He noticed a rather skinny, tall woman, with sunken eyes and a stupid smile plastered on her face. The man had Delilah's brown hair and green eyes. Delilah's mother noticed the professor and began licking her lips.

"Kid, is this your boyfriend?" she asked drunkly, while rubbing a finger along her own collar bone. Delilah's father was also looking at him as though it was his birthday and he just recieved a new, red bike.

"Yes," Delilah said quickly. Snape opened his mouth, but Delilah silenced him with a piercing look.

"I'm Patricia," her mother said while holding out her hand as her eyes lingered Snape's chest.

"Charmed," he replied, while giving Patricia a look as though she was a bug that needed to be squashed.

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