(Hi again guys! Sorry this one is so short, but I just couldn't add anything more to it without making it seem redundant or having it run into the other one-shots! Anyway, thanks for reading this, enjoy!)
It was the middle of October when she ran into him again. It was during the day, and the castle had a heavy chill to it. Xanthe was on her way back to her dorm in the dungeons, however instead of taking the long way like she normally did, she opted to take the shortcut that she had found her third year when exploring with Harry. It was a tapestry at the end of the potions corridor, and one had to speak Parseltongue in order to get through it. It led directly to the hallway outside of the Slytherin common room. She walked down the hall near silently, not feeling the need to be completely silent, it wasn't like she was sneaking out after curfew. Coming up on the potions classroom, green eyes caught a glint of blonde hair, and she inwardly sighed. Of course she would have to see him after working so hard to avoid him during the year. It was hard yes, but not impossible.
They hadn't spoken to each other since the end of 4th year. He'd find himself about to call her name, to make her say something to him, anything, but then he'd realize he was a snake, not a lion, and he wouldn't say a word. Today was different though, he was leaning against the wall to the potions classroom, waiting for his godfather's last class of the day to be done so that he could talk to him. He smelt her before he saw her, the smell of pumpkin spice and vanilla wafting into his nose followed by her slightly heavy footsteps. She had a limp since last year's events, and while she could be silent if she wanted to, he noticed she never made an effort to hide the sound of her limp. She walked past him, glancing at him slightly and suddenly she stopped turning towards him. He noticed the dark bags under her eyes immediately, along with the bloodshot eyes as she spoke smoothly, in a tone slightly deeper than last year.
"Your tie is undone. Fix it." Turning away he listened to the sound of her mary janes as she walked away, staring after her with his mouth slightly open, his fingers deftly moving up to find his tie indeed undone.
"Thanks." He didn't know why he said it, after all she was already long gone. Fixing his tie, he turned around and swiftly took a step back as the door to the potions room swung open and a group of 2nd years filed out, most of them looking ill, while the few who were brave enough to stomach time with his Godfather chattered to each other about the lesson.
"Enter...Draco." Waiting until the last 2nd year filed out, Draco stepped into the potions room and was immediately blasted with the cold. It was colder in here than it was in the hallways, and Draco suspected Snape secretly had something to do with that.
"Sev, I'm in need of advice." Without a moment's pause, his Godfather responded.
"Why you like a Potter, I have no clue. However stop this silly fantasizing and go after her if she is what you want. She is the only decent Potter I have had the mispleasure of knowing...If this girl is the one you want, then don't waste your chance." With a pale face Draco stared at him, his bag dropping to the ground. His lips were parted with surprise, and he choked slightly on his spit, clearing his throat while trying to maintain his dignity.
"Thank you for the...life advice Severus...But I came to ask about how to transfigure inanimate objects to animate objects in an easier way." For years to come, Draco would swear he saw his Godfather go red as the man coughed delicately into his fist and nodded, his expression never changing.
"Yes, of course."