Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I wish I owned Snape. Then I could happily give him to my best friend and partner-in-crime, Beth (QueenBeth2). Then… Well, who knows what may happen? Ha ha. (Don't kill me, Beth.)
Author's Note: The idea for this story came when I was watching a Potter Puppet Pal thing… It's a very rare find, but it is a newer Puppet Pal cartoon that shows Snape singing a very sad song. Just for the record, here are the lyrics.
Cure My Love
There are oh so many potions in the world
For almost anything that you wish to attain
You can bottle fame and brew glory
But you cannot put a stopper on my pain
There is no potion that can mend a broken heart
I know this always will be true
There are remedies for impotence
And mind-expanding hallucinogens
But there's nothing that can cure my love for you
No there's nothing that can cure my love for you
This can be found at the following URL: http:members.lycos.nl/likwi/potion.htm
More of the fun stuff can be found at: http:whysnape. MISTAKE-PART ONE
Harry Potter and Ron Weasley stood outside of the Potions classroom, shocked and frozen at seeing Hermione storm out in the middle of class. They wondered where on earth their friend could be, but there was no sign of her anywhere.
Harry and Ron decided to find Ginny, Ron's younger sister, who had become very close to Hermione, since they were both girls and seemed to be having the same kinds of problems. This was almost exasperating to Harry and Ron. It seemed to be all girl talk, all the time all of a sudden.
The two made their way to the Gryffindor dorms, where Hermione would probably be. As they entered the common room, they noticed Ginny sitting all by herself on one of the massive couches. She looked sullen. Ron went to her, sat down next to her, and said, "All right there, Ginny?"
Ginny shot him an annoyed look and said, "If you're looking for Hermione, you might want to hold off on trying to talk to her. She is extremely angry right now."
"Why?" Harry asked.
"You two are so bloody thick," Ginny snarled. "Snape felt her up. Again."
"He did what!" Ron was so upset, he nearly fell off of the couch.
"What do you mean, again?" Harry demanded.
"He did it about a week ago. Just came right over to her and did it. Didn't even think about the rest of us. I saw it, she was sitting right next to me." Ginny looked madder than a wet hen, almost about to fly off the handle and kill Snape himself.
"He didn't think about the fact that I could go to Professor McGonagall or to Dumbledore. He didn't think about the fact that though I am a girl, I could really have socked him one hard in the gut." Ginny was fuming. "If I ever get the chance, I will kill him. I will just pound him until his brain spatters all over the wall."
Ron and Harry looked at each other. This was bad. Ron had half a mind to go confront Snape himself.
"Ginny, would you go get Hermione please? Tell her we're here for her, okay?" Harry was worried about Hermione-she just didn't get this mad.
"Look, look, give her a little time. She was very nearly foaming at the mouth earlier," Ginny said, looking desperate, as if she didn't want to go near Hermione.
(A/N: At this point, I wouldn't blame her. Poor Hermione!)
"Just tell her we're around, okay? We're really not planning on going anywhere for now," Harry said. "Tell her Ron's worked up a rage."
Ginny just smiled and went up to the girl's dormitory.
