Cold Emotions

A.n: I don't own Harry Potter or the song "Cold" (Crossfade owns "Cold" which will have lyrics probably at the end of the story)...I'm not sure yet...I wish I was that creative that I thought of Harry Potter and the song, but unfortuantley I'm not. Even though this story is a future H/Hr story, it's also a Hr/Sn fic...I have been itchin to write something new and I needed to write this story. This song has been stuck in my head for so long that I need to get it out. Now, Harry may seem a litte OOC, but duh...with all the things he's been through...I would be too!!! Snape is also a little OOC, but I think that he's getting a little soft. I mean it's been 5 years and...this is my fic, so...well, enjoy and please review! Have fun!

Chapter 1- The Letter

The last two years, he had been such a nasty bastard to everybody, especially to Hermione and Ron. The death of Sirius and then the death of Lupin, Mad-eye Moody and Tonks in his sixth year and then Dumbledore when they fought Voldermort. Even though he had defeated the Dark Lord, there still was a bitterness in his heart that made him unable to feel the fear and the tension lift away into the wind. There was no way that he could feel anything after all he had been through. He had disappered after the defeat and didn't show up on graduation. He couldn't face Hogwarts after he failed to protect Dumbledore from that fatal curse that had caught him off guard, but in reality, Dumbledore's safety hadn't been up to him, but his emotions added to his pent up flame and it was killing him inside. He left without saying goodbye and now 5 years later...the owl that he had dreaded to come...came...

"Bloody hell! There is no way I'm going..."

Harry flung the parchement that had just arrived by owl and he looked at it through his round glasses. The nearby fireplace crackled and popped and Harry stared at the inked cursive lettering of Headmistress McGonagall's that was scrawled across the parchment on the floor.

Dear Mr. Potter...Dear Harry,

I am please to invite you to your 5 year class reunion that will be held on July 21st from 5pm till midnight and will take place in the Great Hall. I hope you are able to attend, it would be a pleasure to see you again. Please inform me of your attendance by owl no later than Friday July 16th. Hope to see you there!

Headmistress Minerva McGonagall.

Harry sighed and flopped down into the closest chair to him. He felt a strong headache coming on and he put his fingers to his forehead. They stopped on his lightning bolt scar, the one thing that seperated himself from the rest of the witches and wizards of his time and also the Muggles. He was neither wizard nor muggle. Plus, he hadn't used magic in 5 years. He felt all his abilities fade away when he made his decision not to return to Hogwarts for his graduation. The magic was gone, it had no reason to stay.

Harry sat back and sighed again. He looked once more at the piece of parchment that laid on the floor as innocently as anything. He sighed once more and rose. He slowly walked to the small table that was his kitchen table in his London flat. He picked up a quill and a piece of parchment.

He paused and considered his decision. Somewhere deep inside of him wanted to go to the reunion. His inner child longed to see his old friends and his old teachers, but the adult conscience didn't want to relive the painful memories that would threat to come forth from his memory. The struggle within him was furious and he finally decided.

Dear Headmisstress McGonagall,

I hearby reserve my attendance to the 5 year reunion. Thank you.

Harry J. Potter

Harry sealed the letter with his address sticker and walked over to the one and only window in his whole flat. Next to it sat a beautiful gold cage and in it perched the beautiful snowy white owl, Hedwig.

"Take this to the Hogwarts Headmisstress, Hedwig."

Harry opened the cage and Hedwig jumped on his lower arm. He attached the parchment and Hedwig gave a small, very small nip on his finger, but it didn't have its usual affection. Hedwig also lost some of her emotions when her master did.

Harry watched her fly off into the moonlight and he shut one side of the window. He sat down in the chair next to the fireplace and picked up the glass of red wine that he had forgotten about. He swished it around and took a small sip. The thoughts that swam through his mind were in a whirl.

I wonder how Hermione is?

Hermione sat in her office on the sixth floor of Hogwarts. She was going through some papers of her fifth year students. She had become the Muggle Studies teacher. She sighed heavily and stuck the end of her feather quill in her mouth. She then put it down and picked up her wand. She motioned to a small radio that sat across from her. The radio turned on and a sound of light symphonic music floated out of the speaker.

"Are you that lazy to reach over your desk and turn the dial on that contraption?"

Hermione looked up and smiled at the black clad figure that was slightly shaded by the shadow of the doorway.

"Well, at least I know how to use this contraption, Professor..."

"How many times must I tell you, Miss...Granger...that you may call me Severus since we work together..."

Hermione smile widened and she nodded.

"What can I do for you, sir?"

Snape walked forward and he shook his head. He pulled a piece a paper from underneath his robes and handed it to her.

"The Headmisstress asked me to give you this..."

Hermione took the parchement from Snape's hands and smiled again. She opened the seal and unfolded the paper slowly. Snape eyed her curiously and crossed his arms roughly.

Hermione's eyes skimmed the paper and then they widened. Snape gave a small smirk at her the look on her face, but didn't inquire why.

Hermione gave a small squeal of joy and folded the paper back up. She put it in the top drawer of her desk and then looked up at Snape.

"Is there something else?"

Snape gave her a look to say, "You know what else" and rolled his eyes. Hermione looked down and scanned over the papers she was grading.

"Listen, I've got to get back to grading. Thank you for delivering that to me..."

" I want an answer, Hermione."

Hermione looked up into Snape's eyes and sighed with frustration. She saw the hardness in his eyes and she knew he was being very serious.

"I don't know. I'll get back to you..."

"I don't think so. I want an answer NOW."

Hermione stood up and gave Snape a deathly glare. Snape then smirked and sat in the chair that was across from her desk.

"I won't leave until I get a yes or a no..."

Hermione walked around the desk and stood in front of the sitting Snape. She put her hands on her hips and sighed.

"You know, for someone who has no consideration for other's feelings, you are as stubborn as a baby..."

Snape grabbed Hermione and pulled her into his lap. She gasped with surprise and smiled when he brought her face to his.

"I have consideration for other people's feelings...just not people that I like..."

"And that's not saying much..."

Snape gave her an evil smirk and kissed her genlty on the lips. She sighed into hsi mouth and they continued to kiss passionatley, until Snape pulled away and looked into Hermione's half closed eyes.

"What did Minerva have to say?"

Hermione rolled her eyes and laughed.

"Your nosy too..."

Snape gave a low growl and Hermione's eyes sparkled.

"She wanted to inform me that Harry is going to be attending the 5 year reunion on July 21st. I asked her to tell me if he was going to come or not."

Snape's eyes turned cold and he was silent. Hermione knew that Snape still disliked Harry, but she was so happy that he decided to come to the reunion. Even though he didn't go to graduation, he still was a part of their graduating class and Hermione's heart ached to see him again.

"So, what will it be, Professor Granger?"

Hermione snapped out of her thoughts and stared blanky at Snape.

"What?"

"I said, what will it be? Yes or no..."

Hermione smirked and nodded her head. Snape smiled and Hermione got up from his lap. Snape stood and straightened his robes.

"After your done with your work...meet me in my rooms at 9:30."

Hermione nodded and sat down in her chair. She watched Snape exit her office and she shook her head. She picked up her quill and began to grade again.

A.n: Ah, the sweet smell of Snapey romance...I love it. Now, take my word for it that I am really going to make this into a H/Hr fic, but I needed some sort of conflict to come in and what's better than Harry and Snape conflict? I love writing their fights because there is so much intensity between the two characters and it is so fun to explore. Please review!

Chapter 2- Contacting an old friend