Ravenstar here, trying something new. hopefully, I'll be better at this than Tampa...I don't know what to do with that particular brain-child...*sighs*
I don't own Harry Potter...or Severus Snape...or Draco or Lucius Malfoy...or Tom Riddle... if I did, the books would be nothing but those five having wild orgies together. ;P
Harry sipped his tea quite calmly as he listened to the explosion.
"Err…mate? Is everything…alright?" Ron asked, hesitating on his reach for another biscuit.
"Mm-mm." Harry hummed contently.
"Shouldn't you go check on him?" Hermione asked.
"No. He'll either come in here, mumbling to himself, figuring out where he went wrong, or he'll start throwing things, ranting and cursing down there. AND IF I DON'T HEAR ANYTHING IN THE NEXT 45 SECONDS, I'M GOING DOWN THERE TO CHECK ON HIS DUMB, UNCONSCIOUS ASS!" Harry yelled the last part.
"You will stay where you are until I…clean up the mess, you damn Gryffindor idiot!"
"Mate?" Ron asked worriedly.
"What? He replied. He is alright."
"What's he working on?"
Harry shrugged. "No idea. All I know is that Draco dropped by last night, and I haven't seen Severus since."