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"Harry!" Ron yelled as he entered his flat.
"What took you so long?" Harry asked. "I didn't think that you'd be gone that long."
"Oh, her door was warded and I couldn't get into her classroom. I had to go down to Snape's," Ron replied making a face at the end.
"Oh. How'd that go?" Harry asked.
"He's a git, but what else is new? Anyway, I put the flowers on the table and…"
"And?" Harry asked.
"Well I realized that my letter sucks."
"Oh thank Merlin," Harry sighed.
Ron glared at him. "You didn't have to be so blunt about it."
"Sorry," Harry answered.
"I uh," Ron began and then looked down at the ground. While he didn't feel guilty about stealing Snape's letter per se, he knew that Harry wouldn't like what he'd done. Ron sighed. "I decided to write a new one."
"That's great!" Harry answered. "Would you like my help?"
"No, no!" he replied. "I have the letter in my mind, but I am going to need to borrow your invisibility cloak."
"Why?" Harry asked.
"So that I can get in without anyone noticing me. Snape's hovering around her like a guard dog, and even if he wasn't I don't think that Hermione's quite ready to see me yet. I don't want to scare her."
"I'm impressed," Harry replied. "You're finally putting Hermione's needs above your own."
"Well, I can't win her back unless I do," Ron replied.
"It's nice to hear that," Harry replied. "It sounds like you've finally turned a corner and grown up a little bit."
"Yes, well, can I have the cloak now? I need to meet with some one soon," Ron replied.
"Who?" Harry asked.
"Just some one," Ron answered.
Harry raised his left eyebrow. Ron sighed. "Fine, I need to talk to George. I like to check up on him every now and then."
"Is he doing okay?" Harry asked. "He's not depressed again is he?"
"I don't think so," Ron answered. "I just want to make sure that the store's doing well and everything. You know, just be a brother to him."
"That's good then I guess," Harry replied.
He moved past Ron and went to his bedroom. Ron followed him, trying his best to hide the smirk that threatened to take over his face. Harry opened the door to his closet and began looking around for it. Finally, he smiled and pulled it out and looked at it. "I haven't had this out since the war," he mused.
"Yeah," Ron replied.
Harry put it on and smiled as Ron began looking around for him. "I missed doing that sometimes," Harry replied.
"I don't miss not being able to find you," Ron replied.
Harry took off the cloak and held it close to him. "Was it weird going back to Hogwarts?"
Ron shrugged. "It was okay. I'm glad that I don't go there anymore though. I'd much rather be on a Quidditch field."
Harry laughed. "I don't really miss it either, but I've considered going back just to see Hermione's classroom."
"Maybe when Hermione and I get back together we can come there together," Ron replied.
"If you two get back together!" Harry reminded him. "Remember, nothing is guaranteed Ron."
Ron rolled his eyes. "Everything will be fine. Hermione will love this new letter! I can almost see it! I'll sweep her off her feet just like she's always wanted, and I'll be back on the Cannons, and everything will be okay again!"
"I certainly hope so for your sakes. You two deserve to be happy," Harry answered.
"And we will be, no doubt this time!"
Harry smiled. "Well, then good luck mate. I hope that it goes as well as you've planned."
"Me too," Ron mumbled.
Getting excited had never helped Snape in the past, and it wasn't going to help him now. He'd searched around his desk, on top of his desk, and in the drawers of his desk for the letter. It was nowhere to be found, though the other letters were still accounted for. After a few moments of panic where he was near tears, Snape calmed himself down, got up, and sat in his chair.
There were two possibilities of what happened to the letter. The first was that Ron Weasley had gotten a hold of it. If this was the case, then he was fine because the Weasley git would more than likely dispose of it and continue giving Hermione chocolates and roses. Snape smirked. Actually, that wouldn't be such a bad situation considering that Snape could always do what he'd done that afternoon and claim Ron's gifts as his own. That could work, especially once the students began coming in and he started confiscating items for real. Then, his thoughts returned to the lost letter and how Hermione wouldn't even look at him if she ever read it.
He sighed and began thinking. He remembered the Headmistress' eyes when she'd come in. She had that twinkle in her eyes, almost like Dumbledore, something which had irritated him more than he wanted to admit. She looked as though she'd known something, something that he may or may not have wanted her to know. She also seemed to be observing him too intently for his liking.
Shit, he thought. She knows about the letter! She read it and she knows about it!
His heart began to race again. If she had it she may be discussing it with Hermione at that very moment. For all he knew they were spending the entire meeting laughing at his expense. Then, well Hermione would proceed to either patronize him or cut him off.
He stood up and stormed out of the dungeons, a look of steel determination on his face. He went up to Headmistress McGonagall's room, but no one was there. He then went down to Hermione's classroom. The door was slightly ajar, just enough to where he could hear what they were talking about. He held his breath, and listened in.
"So the fifth year curriculum's changed since I've been here," Hermione replied.
"Exactly, new standards and all that. I'm sure that you read about them in the journals," Headmistress McGonagall replied.
"I remember reading about them, but I wasn't aware of just how extensive they were," Hermione replied.
"I hope that this doesn't alter your lesson plans too greatly," McGonagall replied.
"No. I mean that I'll have to add and take out some things, but it shouldn't be too bad. The plans I have are more general outlines anyway. What about the sixth years?"
Snape moved away from the door. He didn't need to use Legillemency to know that all they had discussed were lesson plans. McGonagall was in full business mode, which meant that she had no interest in gossip or matchmaking. Then, another thought came to him. While they were now in Hermione's room now that did not mean that they had started their meeting in her room. Minerva could've asked Hermione to get comfortable while she put the letter away in her desk. Then, she'd have plenty of time to consult Dumbledore's portrait on the next course of action. That made sense to him.
He stormed back to McGonagall's room and looked around. No one was around, so he walked over to her desk. He began to look around on the top and lifting things, careful to put them back so that she wouldn't notice.
"Severus!"
Shit, Snape thought as he turned around.