A/N: I, sadly, do not own ANYTHING. Except the plot. And Kiara's sense of fashion. And Hermione's as well. And Ginny's… Also, I own Scarlet de Rivera! And… yea. ENJOY! R &R!

Addictive Seduction

Chapter 6

Snape stared at her all throughout Potions, which was an agonizingly boring two periods. She ignored his stare as she worked on grinding her ginger root, then chopping up her Leaves of Infidelity.

Pouring her ginger into her cauldron, then stirring counter-clockwise three times, she added the leaves. Noticing the slight, soft, violet color of the potion, she dropped a snake scale into the potion, and stirred it clockwise three times. She held up her hand and Snape approached her, cocking an eyebrow at her as he said in his silky tone, "Yes?"

"I'm done." Kiara said pointedly as she looked up to him.

"Done?" Snape raised an eyebrow as he leaned over to stare at the contents of her potion, "Yes… It appears you are. Well, Miss Potter, put it in a tube and bring it up to my desk." With that, he turned sharply on his heel and went to look intently over Neville's potion, which was an odd, bubbling green color.

Rolling her eyes, she blew a strand of her dark hair from her face as she ladled it into a tube, and corked it. She approached the desk and placed her potion on it. Stuffing her hands into the pockets of her robe, she went back to her seat and vanished the contents of her potion with a flick of her wand.

A low snicker caught her attention and her head snapped up, and her eyes narrowed as she caught sight of one oh-so-annoying Pansy Parkinson.

Hair piled high into a ponytail and her face was caked with a natural-looking make-up. A sneer pulled the corners of her red-painted lips.

"Yes, Parkinson?" She asked distractedly.

"I hope you're prepared for dinner. It's time to pick the Champions, you know," Parkinson hummed.

"Really? Who would've thought?" She retorted, sarcasm dripping from her words.

Parkinson flushed and huffed, turning back to her potion.

A smirk curled her lips, and she closed her eyes, laying her head on her arms as they crossed on the table.

She felt a pair of eyes on her and she tensed slightly.

The bell rang and she stood up, her things already in her bag and she hurried to the door, but was stopped by Snape, "Miss Potter, stay behind."

She groaned quietly and waved Hermione and Ron off, turning slowly to look at the Potions Master as everyone trailed out the door.

"Yes, sir?" She spat through her teeth as she stuffed her hands into her pockets.

"Explain." He crossed his arms and leaned against his desk, the movement was laid back and, well, as much as it disturbed her to say it, cool, it shocked her to the core.

"Explain what?" She muttered, knowing he would hear her.

"Why the hell the Dark Lord keeps disappearing on Hogsmeade weekends." She tensed at his words and she looked to the side, "I know you two have a relationship, but I'm curious on what kind." She noticed the softening of his dark eyes and her heart twisted at the sight of his worrying expression.

"Papa…" She groaned. He glared, "Don't 'Papa' me! Explain."

Her adoptive father cocked an eyebrow at her and she clenched her teeth.

"Fine! We shag. The Dark Lord and I are shagging!" She huffed, crossing her arms. She snickered at his shocked expression.

"You and your arch nemesis are…"

"Dating."

"KYARA ANASTASIA SNAPE-POTTER! WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING WHEN YOU STARTED THIS?!"

*Hogwarts, Great Hall during Dinner*

Her ears rang and she groaned, rubbing her temples. Hermione laughed quietly, already knowing that it was her adoptive father that had gone on a tirade on her.

"You okay?" She asked.

Kyara groaned and shook her head, "My head hurts."

Hermione laughed and ruffled her hair, "Well, wake up, you got to listen to the Champions being picked, ya know."

She groaned again.

Hermione giggled at her long-time friend and turned her attention to the headmaster as he stood, the voices of the hall quickly silencing to nothing.

"Well! Alas, time seems to have gone by, and the choosing of Champions is already upon us!" His voice boomed over the Great Hall, bouncing off the walls, "The three schools have entered, and it is time! Now, please raise a welcoming hand to the man who helped managed to convince the schools to participate, Barty Crouch!" A weak applause met Dumbledore's announcement, as a thin man entered.

His mustache was large, and his pale skin was stretched over his skin. He was tall and thin, dressed in the robes of a Ministry worker. He held up his hand in greeting and he opened his mouth to speak, "All contestants below the age of 16 have been disqualified," He began, and an uproar quickly began though he spoke none the less, "Due to safety and the worrying of many parents-" He was cut off by a new uproar.

A voice boomed over the Great Hall, "SILENCE!"

All voices quieted and they looked toward the source of the voice, Dumbledore.

He nodded to Crouch, who continued, "Ah, thank you, Dumbledore. As I was saying… The three schools have submitted their students and the choosing of Champions may begin."

He raised his wand and swished it.

A gold, large, goblet appeared. The blue flames that sputtered from it were beautiful, and the silver engravings on the golden goblet accented it pure, unchallenged beauty.

Applause broke out among the crowds at the sight of it, but they quieted quickly as Dumbledore raised a hand, as Crouch stepped away.

The flames changed from blue to orange to red, and a burnt piece of paper flew from it. Dumbledore caught it as it floated down, and he looked at the paper intently.

"The Drumstrag champion shall be… Viktor Krum!" Applause once more broke free as the duck-footed Quidditch player approached the Head Table. His black hair was spikey and his tanned skin had a musky accent. He was slouched, and bulky, which was odd for a Seeker.

He shook Dumbledore's hand and followed the old man's gesture to the side room.

The flames had returned to a light blue now, but they burst red and a piece of lace fluttered down, lying patiently in Dumbledore's awaiting hand.

"The Beauxbatons champion shall be, Fleur Declour!" The blonde model-like girl stood and approached Dumbledore in the same fashion as Krum, shaking his hand with a smile before following to the side room as Viktor had.

The flames turned red once more and the simple parchment was caught swiftly by the headmaster once more, as he looked down at the parchment his expression seemed to brighten.

"The Hogwarts champion… Is Cedric Diggory!"

Applause broke out as the handsome Hufflepuff grinned, all but jumping up as he ran to Dumbledore, shaking his hand enthusiastically. The hazel orbs glittered with excitement as he followed both Krum and Fleur.

Dumbledore turned from the Goblet, clapping his hands, "The three champions have been chosen! Viktor Krum! Fleur Declour! And Cedric Diggory! Now, the teacher's shall follow me, and we will go talk to the-"

He was cut off as the flames turned a vicious red, sparks flying. He jumped, turning sharply, his blue eyes wide as a parchment fluttered down.

Shock covered the old headmaster's face as red the name on the small bit of parchment.

"Kyara Potter!"

*End chap*

Hah! Cliffhanger! I'm so mean, I know. I'm sorry. But hey! :D! if I do get this out, be happy. I'm grounded, so yea. Love you all!

~Geo and Neo