Chapter One
"Professor
Snape, can we talk to you?" Ron Weasley asked coming up to his
desk with Hermione Granger in tow.
Snape sighed inwardly.
"Where's the third person?"
Weasley exchanged a
glance with Granger.
"Actually, he's the reason we wanted
to talk to you,"
Granger said softly.
With a raised
eyebrow, Snape said, "Do continue."
"As you
well know, since the war ended, Harry hasn't been himself. He's lost
now that Voldie's gone and has no idea what to do with hemself now,"
Ron began.
"Everyone has noticed it," Hermione put
in.
"And everyone is stumped on how to help him."
Ron.
"He doesn't eat." Hermione.
"He
doesn't sleep!" Ron
"He spends his nights wandering
the school in his invisibility cloak!" Hermione.
"On
more than one ocassion, I found him in the Astrology Tower staring
out the window in a daze. I can't help but think that he's
contemplating jumping!"
"He has a strange
fascination with sharp objects! When he thinks no one is looking, he
will hold the blade against his cheek, close his eyes, and move the
blade in a caressing move down his skin. It looks sexual!"
Hermione.
Ron gasped. "He does?"
She
nodded. "I think he gets off hurting himself."
"Sir?"
Ron turned to Snape.
"What is it that you two want me to
do?" Snape asked, intrigued, despite himself.
"Help
him, sir!" they both cried out.
Snape was startled to say
the least. "Why me?" he asked narrowing his eyes.
They
both blushed.
"Um...remember his fascination with sharp
objects?" 'Mione asked.
"..."
"It's
as big as his fascination with you, sir," Ron finished.
"You
intrigue him, sir," 'Mione said simply.
"And I think
that its this fascination thats keeping him alive. Please help him,
sir!" the red head cried.
"We don't want to lose
him," she finished, softly.
Snape sat back. He was
gobsmacked.
"Please, sir!" they whispered. A tear
rolled down 'Mione's cheek. Ron grabbed her hand.
"Damn
Gryffindors!" Snape hissed. "Alright, alright! Quit the
dramatics! I'll try my best!"
Both their faces lit up
like a christmas tree.
"Thank you, sir!" they cried,
launching themselves at their unsuspecting teacher. They tackled him
down unto the floor and smothered him with happy kisses all over his
face.
"Stop it! Get off me! Insufferable brats!"
came the outraged Potions Master.
They paid hime no heed. They
were ecstatic and wish to convey that.
"For the last
time, get off!"
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!
You won't regret it, sir. We promise."
"Ahem."
Snape let his head hit the floor with a groan. "I think
i'm beginning to regret it already," he mumbled looking up into
the twinkling eyes of Headmaster Dumbldore.
Both Griffindors
snuggled up to Snape and sighed happily.
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