Absent
Harry looked up his Schedule for today. And moaned. First was double Potion with Snape. Great. Really great. He sighed while starting to terminate the grand Portion of Bacon and egg on his Plate. He didn't like Potions. But not, as everyone thought, because he didn't like Snape.
The problem was the exact opposite. He liked Snape. One could ask now, 'where is the Problem in that?' Okay, Snape wasn't the really social Type, but still, it wouldn't be that bad to find a Teacher nice would it?
But Harry didn't find Snape 'nice'. Or 'friendly'. No. Harry thought Snape was wonderful. Not an a friendly level. Harry wanted more. Harry was Head over Heals in Love.
He sighed again. Well he had a great Plan how to deal with Snape today!
He would avoid him. Skip the Class and don't even think about sitting in the same room with him for two ours, not allowed to come near him, to touch him... Sometimes he hated his Life so much.
"I thin I forgot something in the Common Room" He said hastily to Ron and Hermione. He hated lying to them but Hermione would never let him Cut a Class, especially not without a good explanation, and that he could not give. So he told them to go on without him, he would come after them later.
Out of the Great Hall he sneaked down to the Dungeons. This wasn't even to be called silly any more, this was downright idiotic. But he wanted to be near him. At least for a bit.
He hid behind the Statue of some old Witch and watched as the first Pupils came down the stairs. He also saw Ron an Hermione, looking worried as they looked around for him. Answering there Questions later would be Hell.
But his Attention got Distracted, because there He was, His Cloak long and wide, Looking like black Wings, making him a fallen Angel... Harry shook his Head about his thoughts. He sounded like he was a 12 Year old girl with his first Crush, not a 15 Year old boy with an unhealthy addiction to a man twice as old as him. Still his Heart started to beat faster as Snape swooped Past him. For a Second he paused, and Harry feared that he had seen him. But then he went away, slamming the doors open with his usual coldness and closing them behind Him. Harry sighed in relief. But somewhere deep down, he felt a sting of disappointment. If he had seen Harry, he would have come over and for an awful, wonderful second, as negative as it was, his attention would have belonged to him all alone.