NARRATOR P.O.V.

Draco dropped the bottle he was holding. It hit the ground with a loud crack and glass pieces scattered across the ground. "How much did you drink?" Professor Snape asked frowning. Draco stood there shaking.

"Six bottles, sir." Snape looked at Draco in disbelief. He pushed Draco out of the way and sent Draco on to the floor into the broken glass and spilled amortentia. Snape counted the bottles left. Three. He had ten to begin with. He did the math in his head. Ten minus three minus one equals. He took a moment to figure out the answer. Six.

"You drank six bottles." Draco nodded.

"I already knew that sir." Snape starred blankly at the fallen Draco. Draco was bleeding. The glass from the bottle had made deep gashes all over him. He held up his arm. "I'm bleeding Professor."

Snape pulled him up. Draco was dripping amortentia."We are going to the hospital wing." Snape said bitterly. Snape grabbed Draco's arm again and dragged him out of the room.

"Professor," Draco started to ask.

"What is it now?" Snape said with his upper lip twitching with hate. Not that Snape hated Draco. Draco was one of Snape's favorite and best students. But Snape hated Draco quite a bit at the current moment for drinking six tenths of his amortentia supply.

"I was wondering, sir, have you ever –if you don't mind me asking- been in love?" Draco asked with an odd smile on his face. The amortentia was not for any important reason Snape would say to those brave few who were daring enough to ask why. But the truth was that Snape was in love. This was only the second time in his life. His first was for Lilly Evans. But she married and became Lilly Potter. Now she was dead. If she had married to Professor Severus Snape she wouldn't have died.

"Did you hear me Professor?" Draco asked. Snape blinked

"Wha- oh yes. I mean no. No I haven't, never. Not ever." Snape spoke quickly and suddenly. That was a lie, but poor Draco couldn't tell because Draco himself was in love. Draco Malfoy was deeply in love with Hermione Granger.

"Sir, it's a wonderful thing, love." Draco said dreamily as he starred at the Professors thin frowning face.

Draco continued to stare as they made their way down the many corridors. Snape wasn't exactly walking any ware particular he was wandering and thinking about love.

Now that beautiful Lilly Potter was cold in her grave. Snape was in love again. This time he was in love with a Professor. Professor McGonagall. He loved the way she taught classes. The students would quite down before they were told. The students did do this for Professor Snape too but they did it out of fear. One of the students the year before had started a rumor that Snape had eaten a student.

At first Snape found this funny. Who would believe that I, Professor Severus Snape could eat a student? Well it turned out to be a lot of people. How did these rumors stop? Professor McGonagall.

She told the students that Severus would never eat a student. She questioned several of the students if any body had gone missing from their years. The all answered no. A month or so went by without problems with the students.

Then two of Snape's most hated students, Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom started a new rumor. This rumor could have been true for all the students knew. This rumor was that Snape was a vampire.

Snape hated every student who thought this was true. He gave detention to Colin Creevy who one class raised his hand and asked, "Professor, is it true are you a vampire?"

Snape hated the Creevy boy's guts now. "OW, sir. Sir? You are cutting of my blood flow." Blood, more vampire nonsense, but who had said that?

"Professor? Can you hear me professor? My father will hear about this." Fathers. Snape had a father once. Snape's father was a muggle. He was dead now. This fact made Snape said when he thought about it.

A tear dripped down Snape's cheek. "Sir, are you crying?" Snape didn't like thinking about the dead especially Lilly Potter, Snape's first love. Another tear dripped down his cheek.

"Professor?" Snape blinked and looked down at Draco.

"Do you think she knows?" Snape asked through more tears.

"Knows what, sir?" Draco asked back starring deeply into his Professors eyes.

"That I love her." Snape said deeply inhaling air.

"I'm sure she does, Professor."

"Does she love me back?" Snape blinked out another tear.

"I don't know Professor. I don't know." Draco shook his head and looked down at his feet.

"Are you sure you don't know?" Snape nearly begged. Snape's legs were starting to feel wobbly and he started to sway uneasily.

"I don't know. But I am sure it will work out, positive actually." Snape looked pleased with this answer but sobbed back.

"But she is dead."He buried his face in his robe sleeve and sat down along the side of the corridor.

"Oh." Draco sat down next to him to comfort him. Draco put his arm around his shoulders and gave him a hug. "It'll be okay. Don't worry. It'll work out."

Snape looked up at Draco his eyes were red and puffy. "Really?" he asked before going into another sobbing fit in his robe's sleeve.

"Yes, I'm sure, and trust me Professor. I'm always right. My father says I am. He has complete trust in me and who ever my father trusts should be trusted by you Professor. Do you know why that is, sir?" Snape looked up at Draco tears dripping down his cheek and off his chin.

"Why, Malfoy?" Draco looked deeply into his Professor's eyes before speaking again.

"Because my father is always right, of course." Draco said smiling up at Snape.

"Of course…" Snape looked down at his feet and chuckled darkly.

"You know Professor. He thinks you are the teacher ever." Snape smiled back.

"Really?" Snape looked pleased.

"Well actually he thinks you're the best potions teacher ever but you are the best teacher ever to me." Draco smiled back.

"That's so sweet of you Draco." Then common sense came back to Snape. "Now to the hospital wing." Snape stood up quickly and brushed the thin layer of dust off his robes. He reached down and helped Draco get back up.

"Thank you Professor." Draco mumbled as he was pulled back down the corridor.

The moved more quickly then they had before. This time they were also actually going to the hospital wing.

They arrived within minutes. When they got there all of the blood on Draco had dried up but there were still some deep cuts. "Sit down Mr. Malfoy." Madam Pomfrey said pushing Draco down on one of the cots.

She waved her wand and some bandages appeared. She quickly rapped them around Draco's wounds. Draco winced every time she touched him. "Stay still now. I'm almost done." She finished it off with one last pull on the bandage.

"How did you get these cuts?" She finally asked. Snape, who was still hovering behind them was first to answer.

"He drunk love potions. Six bottles. The dropped the seventh and tripped onto the broken glass." Snape spoke quickly but clearly making sure he was glaring at Draco the whole time. Madam Pomfrey, who was still clutching poor Draco's arm, dug her nails into his arm as she whispered loudly.

"Six bottles. He drank six bottles, Professor. Did I hear you clearly." Her eyes were wide

"Yes. Six bottles of amortentia." Snape continued to glare at Draco pleased with the fright he had caused Madam Pomfrey.

"Has he fallen for anyone yet?" She giggled forgetting that Draco was still there.

"Yes. I have to say I am quite sorry for the girl. They hate each other so." Snape shook his head.

"Who?" She asked again.

"Miss. Hermione Granger." Madam Pomfrey burst into giggled.

"Does she know?" She asked still giggling her head off.

"I don't know."

"Should we tell Professor Dumbledor."

"We Should."

"Will we?"

"We shan't"

Draco who had fallen into a deep sleep never heard any of this. He was too busy dreaming of his true love, Hermione Granger.