You Make Me Sick, Because I Adore You So. I Love All The Dirty Tricks, And Twisted Games You Play, On Me.

He felt his heart drop. His grip slackened on Tracey's hand and dropped it as he stared at her with hurt and accusing eyes. "You're a witch? You go to Hogwarts?" he asked, stunned. How had he been so stupid? How had he not known?

"Really Potter, are you that self-absorbed that you don't even know one of your own classmates? Or are you that prejudiced that you don't take Slytherins into account in the least?" Snape asked derisively, making Harry's stomach clench and twist.

Tracey couldn't bare to look at Harry and directed a glare at her godfather. "How did you find me?" she asked with a frown.

Snape scoffed. "YOU are in a world of trouble, so I suggest you curb your tone," Severus hissed as he strode over and grabbed Tracey by the arm. "Say goodbye to Potter, Tracey, because I assure you, you won't be seeing him again for some time."

Tracey was barely able to cast a pleading glance at Harry, before she was disapperated away. Harry fell to the ground feeling confused and heart-broken. He didn't understand, and now everything just seemed like a lie. She had played him and for what? To be with the boy-who-lived? SO she could tell her Slytherin friends who she had made a fool of him?

TBC...