Grrr! I have to make this chapter about Snape and his feelings. I completely forgot about him :ashamed: Oh well here it goes, off the top of my head.

Oh and I am so sorry about not putting this up sooner but I was bed bound with the flu. Pfft, some summer eh? I do of course live in Ireland so the weather is in an obvious state of distruction at the moment. I am currently working on Chapter 7, so I should have it posted today sometime. 3

Deep within the cold murky dungeons of Hogwarts, amongst the endless streams of dripping water and funny looking green moss, was Severus Snape. Being 4am most people would now be asleep in their nice warm fluffy Hogwarts beds, but this potions master was sitting in front of the fire idly twisting a coil of string around his fingers. The window was open allowing a gentle breeze to drift throughout the large room. Severus sighed and tipped his glass with a shot of Fire Whiskey. He was never one for drinking but being a potions master, and thinking about all the experimental potions he had downed and drank in his lifetime, Snape was proud to say that he could handle his drink very well, thank you very much. It would take at least a bottle of Fire Whiskey and a shot of Vodka to ensure that this man makes a fool of himself. As if he would ever do that anyway. One has to know the limits and keep up a certain form of public behaviour when one is a highly intelligent potions master. Some may say that he was the "party pooper". Severus would say that those people are "imbecilic invertebrates."

He yawned. Sitting in front of the fire in peace and quite is always something Severus valued. But right about now it was rather ridiculous! Here he was, a 36 year old man, astounding potions expert, highly educated in the profession of dark arts, theory and performance, and he was sitting up at 4 in the morning cursing Remus Lupin to the fiery pits of hell. Maybe he was loosing his mind? Never in a million years would he have imagined himself having a sleepless night because of another human being. Although there was that night when he was so determined to land Saint Harry Potter in a detention that he actually roamed the corridors until 3:30AM. But that was something no one else was to know.

Damn that man! Out of all the infuriating people God placed on this planet, why am I destined to share feelings with HIM!

He narrowed his eyes and glared into the fire. Severus liked fire. It was the only thing that made him feel warm on the inside. There was just something about the rapid crackle it made when coming into contact with dried out logs and the ever glowing golden ember trapped in the middle. His thoughts trailed back to Remus. That one kiss…

That one bloody kiss! What did it lead to? Me being up at these ungodly hours thinking about the wolf.

He sighed. Leaning back into the soft leather armchair his mind travelled back in time to his school days.

Crossing though the barrier, excited as a young owl, hugging his mother and lugging his trunk onto the train. Waving good-bye and settling in for the long journey. He remembered Lucious finally finding him. They talked, laughed, ate, swapped hexes and shared ideas on how they would rule the school. The sorting hat and being welcomed into Slytherin. His classes: Potions. Defence against the Dark Arts. Charms. Remus. He remembered Remus…. All those times he was being picked on and bullied by the Marauders, being hung upside down, hexed, injured, humiliated. All those times Remus Lupin did nothing to prevent. But yet, all those times Remus Lupin never got involved. He just stood on the side line nervously glancing around hoping that a teacher would turn up. To scared to intervene with his friend's fun. It wasn't as if Severus had no friends. By God, he had hundreds within Hogwarts alone. Numerous times they helped him out and succeeded. But Severus hated when they did that, he wanted to help himself not have others do it. But he was of course grateful for it, their distractions gave him enough time to recover from the shock and fire a few hexes of his own. Despite what people think, his school days were great. Just because he had children following him around waiting for the chance to hex him doesn't mean he didn't enjoy fighting them back with Lucious and the gang.

Remus helped you a couple of timeshis brain reminded him remember when potty broke your nose and ran off like a coward? Lupin stayed back and helped you pick up your books. He even apoligised for his idiotic friend's ways. And what did you do? You called him a wolf and stalked off. Oh and how about the time black stole your charms book, didn't Remus help you then by hexing Black and giving it back? But what did you do? You told Remus to shove off and allowed Lucius to hex him.

"Idiot" he mumbled, pulling himself up from the comfort of his chair "never knew when to keep his nose out of what didn't concern him"

Severus downed his drink and gagged. Merlin! Would he ever get used to that burning sensation? He yawned and stretched looking at his watch. 5AM. He may as well try and get and hours rest before facing the entire school for breakfast and then having to teach them.

Maybe Lonbottom wil brew a potion that will send me into a dreamless sleep for a week or two he thought while climbing into his cold silky sheets or maybe three weeks? Yeah that would be nice. No more stupid students that refuse to obtain the obvious facts of brewing. No more Albus dumping sugary desserts on my plate and no more having to deal with my feelings for Remus. Oh and of course no more Potter. Damn I wish I was teaching Longbottom right about now!
OK , so there it is. Chapter 7. Im going to start writing Chapter 8 straight away so stay tuned.

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