Seventh Year
I couldn't help but feel strange walking around the castle with my friends for the final time. We were never going to be like this again – Charlie, my best friend and now ex-boyfriend was off to Romania, I was off to Auror school, and everyone else was going to countless other places – we were never going to be together again.
And, of course, the teachers had been a big part of Hogwarts for us. I had joined everyone in rugby tackling Professor Sprout and nearly dying by trying to tickle Professor McGonagall, and even in stealing Professor Trelawney's special bottle, but even when we had done all of that, I couldn't help but feel we had missed someone out – but no one else even seemed to be thinking about Snape.
It was an hour into the intense packing session that had decided to follow my instincts and go down to the dungeons.
My spirits did drop slightly when I knocked on his door and the voice telling me to come in sounded rather irritated – but, taking a deep breath, I pushed through it and opened the door to beam at Snape.
He sighed. "What do you want, Miss Tonks?"
I continued to beam determinedly. "I came to say goodbye to you, Professor," I said cheerfully, trying not to be downcast when he glared at me and then back down at his desk.
He didn't say anything as I approached his desk, where he was standing, organising his possessions. Realising that it was my last day, I rashly decided to take a risk – and sneak-hugged Snape from behind.
He spluttered for a second, trying to push me off of him, but as I continued to cling onto him, he sighed and stayed still, awkwardly patting me on the arm. Still, even though he had put up with it, he seemed rather relieved when I let go off him and he could glare at me properly.
"That was inappropriate, Miss Tonks-" he began to say, but I interrupted him, deciding to say what I had always wanted to.
"Oh, shut up," I said plainly. "I'm not trying to have an affair with you, Professor, and I never will. I've hugged pretty much every teacher here today, so deal with it."
He stared at me for a second, stunned. "Fine," he said, much less irritably than before, but then he seemed to think of something. "I have no desire to have an affair with you either, Miss Tonks."
I just about managed to restrain myself from shuddering, and nodded in agreement, holding out my hand to shake his. To my surprise, he took it quite readily and shook it like a man.
"Goodbye, Miss Tonks," he said.
I smiled. "Goodbye, Professor."
A/N – I genuinely think I have too many feelings. This nearly killed me. Anyway, hope everyone enjoyed Does and Werewolves – this is the end! =[