I take a puff of smoke in, loving the way it burns. I've, again, been assaulted for my 'mud'blood. I thought your house is supposed to be your family, but the Slytherin have been the major antagonists. So fucking what if my parents were muggles, I can kick half their asses in 1v1 combat, anyways! Just, fucking, grrrrr. I nearly jump from my skin when someone knocks on the door. Sorry, girl, I think, dropping my fag and stepping on it to put it out, before scooping it up and stuffing it into my pocket. I open the door and come face to face with my head off house.

"Do you realize it's past curfew?"

I cross my arms. "Do you realised that if I did, I would either be on my way back to the common room or in a better concealed hiding place?"

His faint smirk is absolutely worth any and all detentions I receive. "In either case, I'm escorting you to the dormitories. Come along." He turns and walks off, cloak billowing behind him. How does he do that?

I scamper after him, grateful I'm receiving such... understanding treatment. We quickly make our way to the entrance, before he stops me. He lightly lifts my chin, getting a better look at my bruising eye.

"Who did this?" He asks calmly.

"I, uh, ran into a door," I lie.

He raises an eyebrow. "Repeatedly?"

I sigh. "Pasny and the little shop of whores." I sass to myself. Why wasn't I able to defend myself?

He casts a healing charm, my eye stinging as it heals.

Snape doesn't like people in general, especially students, so when he smiles at me, I'm ever so surprised. "Now get to bed… or finish your homework… either way."

I smile back awkwardly, and say the secret password, descending the stairs and making my way to the dorms, feeling eyes on me.

I don't turn around… the last time I turned around when I felt eyes on me…

I shudder, memories of the Hufflepuff flooding my brain as I walk, head down. "Stupid mudblood." The others had said. "Hey, why don't you pick on someone your own size?!" He was the kindest soul at Hogwarts, my best friend… until-

I flop down on my bed and start sobbing silently, a skill I was good at since birth.

After my tears are drained, I pull out my potions homework, my mind now switching to Snape… would he… no, he's a professor… but he could be lonely… but nothing.

Once I finish my homework I flip through my potions textbook mindlessly… he wouldn't… would he?