Disclaimer: This dramatization is an extension of some of what happens during Harry, Ron, and Hermione's 6th year at Hogwarts. It also covers flashbacks to Snape's first year of teaching. Since J.K. Rowling is yet to publish the 6th book, I'm very vague about what is happening in the wizarding world since only J.K. Rowling can truly write anything about Harry Potter. This is highly likely to disagree with a few facts, but since it's me writing, and not the author, please forgive me any goofs that I might make in relevance to the actual series. Thank you for choosing to read my story.

As you have probably guessed, I am now concentrating on the past and the relationship between Gabriella and Snape, especially how it develops. Remember, Gabby's departure was in the middle of her seventh year, and she is now in the beginning of her sixth! I have so many ideas to use, so I'm definitely going to have a long story ahead! Anyway, thank you for your patience!

Gabriella startled awake. She was entirely disoriented. Somehow she was in a bed in a dungeon that looked very familiar with something warm draped over her waist and laying along her back. She stretched her neck around, leaning up slightly. She was obviously still in Snape's room, but instead of being in his chair she somehow ended up in his bed, with him!

She shifted in the bed, trying to get out from under his arm. It was startling, he had not added anymore clothing, so it was only the thin cloth that she wore separating them. Snape groaned and sat up, removing his arm from her waist. He scratched his head lazily and yawned. He suddenly stopped and stared at Gabriella, a confused look on his face.

"Professor? What was I doing in your bed?" Gabriella looked away from him self-consciously as she spoke.

Snape looked confused for a moment, then groaned in vexation. "I woke up, and you were in the chair shivering. I was still drunk, so my reasoning was off. I put you into the bed to warm you up."

"Oh. Um, thank you?" Gabriella crawled out of the bed and straightened her clothes. Snape looked around, and then noticed his lack of apparel with sudden shock. He scrambled out of the bed, then quickly lay back down with a groan. Gabriella spun around.

"Are you alright?" Snape held his head. "Hangover?" Snape nodded. "What can I get you? Don't you have a potion in here for hangovers?" Snape pointed vaguely to his cabinet, which held many vials and bottles of strange looking fluids. She looked through them, hoping he had a label on it. Snape lumbered out of the bed and stood behind Gabriella holding his head with one hand. He reached around her with the other and selected a green bottle from the top of the cabinet.

Snape rummaged around the drawers in his desk until he pulled a goblet out. He poured a quantity of the potion into it, then swiftly swallowed the liquid with a grimace. He sighed heavily. Gabriella eyed him warily, not sure whether to stare or to turn her head away. He walked to his dresser and pulled out a pair of trousers and a vest, identical to the rest of his clothing. Gabriella glanced away as he pulled on the clothing.

"What time is it?" Gabriella asked. Snape glanced at a clock.

"It's about one in the morning."

"Oh no! I should have been in my dorm hours ago!" Gabriella gasped in horror.

"Well you can't venture out now. Filch will find you, and I don't care to have the whole school find out that I was drunk."

"I wouldn't tell on you!" she cried indignantly. Snape snorted.

"With the assistance of Filch's devices for punishment, you would." He used his wand to pour water into his goblet. "I suppose I ought to thank you. You did help me into bed when I should have been laying flat on the floor for the whole school to see."

"It was nothing. I owed you for earlier."

"So why were you in my room in the first place?" Gabriella glanced up. Snape was clearly annoyed.

"I wanted to talk to you about earlier. In the hospital wing." Snape looked skeptical. "I just wanted to know why you really sat with me. I didn't think you thought well of me at all, so-"

"I already told you why."

"Then would you answer another question for me?" She did not wait for him to answer. "Earlier, when you were drunk, you said that you had to figure out some stuff…about me."

"Do you actually take credibility from a drunk?"

"Not regularly. But, you're the sensible sort, and it seems that there is a reason behind everything you do. Even when you're drunk." Snape glanced away, then moved to his bed. Gabriella followed and sat down in the chair across from him.

He frowned in a dissatisfied manner. "It is not something that you need to get involved with."

"Of course it is! If it's about me!"

Snape sneered. "It is about you, but I don't want you involved anymore than you have to be."

Gabriella leaned forward intently. "I don't want to be left out! Despite how rude you can be, I have a great deal of respect for you, and I don't like seeing you so distressed! If it's about me, then I'm the best person to talk to! I can help you understand it better than anybody, right?"

Snape shook his head, moaning angrily. "No! You can't get involved! It will only upset you, and I don't want that."

"Please!" Gabriella grabbed Snape's hand. "I want to help you, like I did earlier."

Snape gave her a pained look.

"Annabelle and Piper, my friends, told me that they thought you hated me. I want to know if that is true." Her eyes began to tear. "Do you despise me so much?"

Snape suddenly leaned forward, grabbing Gabriella's head and pulling it towards him. He caught her with his lips, kissing her with the unconfined passion of a starving man. Gabriella gasped as pleasant shivers went down her spine. His hand was tangled in her hair. His free hand trailed softly down her ribcage, tickling her and exciting her at the same time. It stopped at her waist and pulled her closer to him. What seemed like eons later he pulled away from her, setting her head softly against his chest, clasping her to him.

"Does that answer your question?"