A/N: So as you know I don't own Harry Potter, or anything in his world. Only thing that is mind is the plot, and Ms. Zabini's first name. So enjoy.

The moment she heard the knock on her door she knew who it was. Desiree Zabini didn't get very many visitors, and her roommates didn't knock. After throwing on the nearest shirt she went to the door. Just as she had predicted it was the tall slim figure of Severus Snape standing in the door way. A small frown came to her face as she noticed that he was soaking wet.

"I can just leave."

He must have misread the look on her face, and turned to leave.

"Don't be stupid Severus, get in here."

Their friendship wasn't a well known one; hell she didn't even think they had ever spent time together in public. It didn't really bother her, probably knew more about each other than anyone else.

"I can guess that you were standing outside in the rain, but the question is why?"

She rummaged through her bottom drawer and pulled out a pair of sweat pants that were too big for her, and a t-shirt that belong her older cousin. In a few strides she crossed the room, and handed him the dry clothing. He took the clothes from her with a nod, and began to undress. Desiree turned around to give him some sort of privacy.

"It was that son of a bitch James."

That statement didn't surprise her in the slightest. James was an asshole, and it had only gotten worse since he had gotten Lily's attention. As she listened to Sev's story Desiree made up her mind that she was going to hex James into next month the next time she saw him.

"I know that silence, and whatever you are planning the answer is no."

Desiree turned to defend what she had been thinking. The eye full of half naked Severus wasn't repulsing at all much to her surprise. Not saying that she found him unattractive, just that she hadn't expected for him to be as built as he was. The look on her face screamed that she was distracted by his appearance, and in a good way.

"What no rebuttal?"

Just as he turned around she shook the look off of her face, and regained a neutral body language.

"You know me better than that. I just think that James needs an ass kicking, and I'm not going to say anything about Lily."

She hadn't meant to say the last part, but she didn't really like Lily. The reason Sev dealt with being treated so badly by James and his friends was because of her.

"I know you don't like her, but this isn't her fault."

The look on his face was torn, but she didn't really know why.

"Sev, I know you like her, but she isn't acting like she is on your side too. She ask you not to do anything to James, but they keep treating you like crap. Babe, you deserve better than that."

She could tell they had gotten closer than she thought seeing as he hadn't bothered to put a shirt on, and she wasn't wearing pants.

"Sev, please put your shirt on. You are distracting me."

Whatever he was going to say died on his lips after her statement. Desiree had forgot to mask the look on her face. He crossed the room to where she was and wrapped his arm around her waist. The way he was looking at her reminded her of when they were younger and had ended up like this before, but it was before she found out he had given up his virginity to that bitch Lily. Needless to say James had almost killed him when word got out.

"Sev, let's not do this again. It's not fair to either of us."

She put her hands on his chest, but is did more harm than good.

"You've never looked at me like that before. No one has ever looked at me like that."

She opened her mouth to say something back to him, but whatever it was never left her brain when his lips made contact with the side of her neck. His sudden confidence shocked her. His name came out as whimper on her lips. Which only made him bolder, and soon her back was pressed up against the wall. His attention moved to her lips, and she only broke their kiss at the sound of her screaming roommate.

"Desiree?"

Both of their heads turned to find a shocked Narcissa Black standing in the door. Without another word Severus gathered his things and left the room.

"Really? You go after the gryffindor's leftovers?"

"It's not like that."

"Well, it sure as hell looked like that."