Here it is...

I don't own Harry Potter or Twiight.

Chapter 23

EDWARD POV

It's that time of day again. Time for class with my advanced students.

I watch from my office as the students file into the classroom.

Hermione is one of the first students in. She goes to sit at her usual table that she and Bella share.

Later, I see Bella walk in. She doesn't sit by Hermione, though.

She goes over to sit by another student by the name of Neville Longbottom.

Hermione has a hurt look on her face, and sits down.

Soon, Malfoy walks in and sits at his table. He glances backward to smirk at Bella, but stops his tracks once he realizes she isn't there. He frowns and turns around to see her sitting with Neville.

He laughs out loud. "Got a new boyfriend, Swan? I must say…he's quite a few steps below Diggory. But if he makes you happy…" He smirked.

Bella glared at him, then turned to Neville, "Don't worry, Neville. You're worth ten of him."

Neville gets a little reassured and sits down.

I nod my head, amused by how easily Bella stands up for her friends. Her friends whom I know are NOT dating her. No matter what Malfoy says.

Malfoy rolled his eyes, "Please. If brains were money, then Longbottom would be poorer than Weasley over here." He jabbed his thumb toward Ron's direction.

Bella and Ron both open their mouths to say something, but I come out of my office before they can get it out.

"Alright, class, today we will be doing something different. We are going to be having…a class discussion. Now before anyone gets mad or confused, I just need to make this clear: it's part of the curriculum that we need to follow."

The entire classroom is kind of confused at the idea.

Malfoy looked more stumped then anyone. This is ridiculous, he thought.

"What exactly are we going to be discussing?"Pansy Parkinson asked.

"This class." I said indifferently, "What we've learned in here so far…What we've learned recently about a subject that could pertain to this class…" I said, trying not to glance at either Hermione or Bella.

But I could still sense both of them frowning.

Finally, Bella raised her hand.

I must say, I was quite shocked. But I called on her anyway.

"Um, Professor, s it considered being a Dark Art if someone goes through other people's memories without their permission?"

Oh shit. This was not how I planned the class to go out. The other students started getting confused at the question and awaited my answer.

"You will have to be more specific." I answered finally.

Bella gets an incredulous look on her face, but then purses her lips. "I mean… if someone lends a trusted person some of their memories, but then accidently gives that person all their memories, and that trusted person shows all of these memories to someone else. Wouldn't you agree that that would be a little…hm, I don't know…sick?"

Her statement caught me off guard. The other students now got really confused, but didn't say anything. They were waiting to see what happened.

I took in a deep breath, "Perhaps this person's intentions were for the best? Maybe he wanted to help this person…?"

"But what if that person doesn't need help?" Bella shot back. "Even if she…or he…did, what help could be brought by going through her…or his…memories?"

Now everyone was looking around to find someone who knew what she was talking about.

I frowned, "Maybe you're being a little naive." I said quietly, then immediately regretting it.

Bella shoots up from her seat, "ME? NAIVE? I'M NOT THE ONE GOING THROUGH OTHER PEOPLE'S LIVES."

"Bella!" Ron exclaimed, "What has gotten into you?"

Bella seemed very angry now. All of a sudden, she widened her eyes. She pointed to the window and gasped, "What is that?"

Of course, the entire room quickly turns to look. And not being able to read her mind, I did too. We look and, obviously, nothing is there.

I turn to look back at Bella, but it's too late. She's already gone.

BELLA POV

I ran down the hallway all the way to McGonagall's office. I knocked on her door.

"Come in." Her voice sounds from the other side of the door.

I come on.

She looked at me strangely. "Swan, what are you doing out of class?"

"I came here to ask you a question." I told her.

She continued to frown at me, but gestured to the chair in front of her desk.

I sit down, "Professor, can I drop Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

Her eyes looked as if they were about to pop out of her head, "Drop Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

I nodded.

"Swan…are you serious? Why would you, of all people, drop that class? You're the only one in your class who has gotten an Outstanding. Not even Granger pulled that off!"

I sighed, "It's kind of complicated."

She shook her head, "I don't understand. I thought you wanted to become an Auror?"

I shrugged, "Oh well." I said indifferently.

She seemed saddened. "Well…I can't give you a definite answer now. But I will get back to you on it, alright?"

I nodded and stood up.

"Wait," She said softly, "Why do you want to drop it?"

I turn around to face her, "Like I said before, it's kind of complicated."

She sighed, "Very well…if that's what you want. I will inquire about it for you. This hour is almost over. You should probably be getting to your next class."

"Thanks, Professor." I say, then turn back around to leave.

Tell me what you think. Is the story getting a little boring? I would really, really appreciate some ideas.