I woke the next morning and felt a tingling in my stomach. Today was the day that I saw my first Quittich game. And the day that I got my TA job back. I smirked to myself, thinking of Snape's face when Gryffindor won.

I dressed into my new Gryffindor colored robes and did a special charm so a golden lion appeared on my cheek. I brought a pair of binoculars and snuck out to the Great Hall. I was surprised that Snape was not in green, but in the usual black. We didn't talk at all just ate.

He seemed to be smirking to himself. Poor Snape, he didn't know that we had to be friends by this evening. Quirrell had not said a word to me for the past few months and I was rather glad of it.

The school made their way down to the pitch, talking and laughing. I walked with Ron and Hermione, talking about Harry.

"He'll be fine." I assured them. "I'll be sitting next to Snape the whole time."

"Sorry about making you do that." Hermione said with a frown. I laughed and rubbed her shoulder.

"No problem. When Gryffindor wins I'll be your TA in potions again."

"How will you manage that?" Ron asked. "Everyone knows Snape likes to avoid you."

"Really? And why do you think that is?" I asked, looking down at them. They gave each other a look and smiled.

"Don't know." I rolled my eyes as we reached the stands. I waved to them and walked up to the teacher's box. Snape was already at his seat, dressed all in black and a white face.

"Good morning Professor." I said smugly, "How are you."

"Well enough." He said threw an evil smirk. I tried not to laugh in his face. There would time to tease Snape later. I sat down and patted my cheek, making sure the lion was dry.

It was a windy day with a winter chill in the hair. Strands of my hair flew out from under my ear muffs and rode on the wind. I stuffed them in their rightful place and looked around. The stands were now full, loud cheers and laughter coming from all sides.

"Hello Lily!" I heard a voice say. I turned to find Minerva sitting next to me, cheeks red from the cold.

"Hello! How are you?"

"Ready for the match to start I dare say." She huffed, snuggling down into her coat. I smiled and heard the commentator begin to announce the beginning of the game. I started to clap and cheer as the Red and Gold team soared out onto the field. I noticed that Snape did not even let out a clap when the Slytherin team flew out.

I spotted Harry, flying cautiously around the field, joy on his face. I wondered what it was like, flying on a broom stick, high up in the air.

But I was not able to look at Harry any longer as the balls were released. The players were a blur as I tried to see who was who. I put the binoculars down and let out a breath of air.

"Wow. They are fast." I said, watching Wood zoom around the goals.

"Slytherin is known for their speed." Snape said softly. I scowled.

"I wasn't talking about your team, I was talking about Gryffindor!" I huffed. Like I would cheer on HIS team, very funny Snape.

"Oh, I knew you were talking about your so called lions," Snape replied with a smirk. "I was simply trying to turn you over to taking back your bet." I snorted and he turned toward me.

"If you are so keen on annoying me Miss Evans, why in the entire world would you want to be friends?" I noticed that Minerva had turned her head away from the game and was looking at us.

"Because…because I know that you would be even more annoyed if I did this." I said and threw my arms around him and hugged him. He froze as I pulled away. "There's a lot more where that came from. That's called being nice, and we all know how you just love showing affection." I said jokingly.

Snape was pale white and ridged, still in the frozen position he had been in when I hugged him. My smile faded.

"Snape?" he did not answer. "Professor?" He abruptly got up and rushed down the isle. I blinked. Where was he going? I stood up.

"Where are you going?" Minerva asked.

"Bathroom." I lied. I had to get Snape back. If he wasn't here then he couldn't stop Quirrell from Jinxing Harry, and Hermione wouldn't suspect him and Harry would die! Rushed by panic I ran down the planks and saw Snape just about to exist the field.

"Snape!" I cried, running to him and grabbing his hand, turning him around. He looked sickly white and angry.

"Yes, Miss Evans?" He spat. I flinched.

"I'm sorry that I embarrassed you." Snape blinked angrily.

"Embarrassed me?"

"By hugging you in front of everyone." I murmured, looking down at my feet. "Please come back." There was a long silence. I looked up at him. He was glaring at me with his black eyes.

"Very well." I let out a large breath.

"Thank you, I was just trying to annoy you."

"I guessed that." He said as we made our way back up to the stands. I pulled him along, wondering if we were too late. But the game was still going on, and Quirrell was watching like a hawk.

"Where did you go off to?" Minerva asked. My brain spun.

"Bathroom."

"And you Severus?" She asked. Snape had just sat down, no longer white.

"I do not think that is any of your business Professor. I was simply getting some air."

"Oh, like you can't get enough right here in the stands, outside!" Minerva said, glaring at Snape. I sat in between them, sinking lower and lower into my seat. They really got heated up when it came to Quittich.

"I'd rather not breathe air shared by Gryffindors!" Snape spat. My mouth formed a small 'o'. That was the sassiest thing I had ever heard Snape say!

"Okay, I think that is enough." I said, moving forward and pushing the two away from each other. Snape and Minerva glared at each other and the attention turned back to the game.

I enjoyed every minute of it. I was smiling and cheering so much, the paint on my cheek started to chip. Soon, I noticed Harry, zooming around and gasped. His broom was flying around the arena, shaking him like a rag doll.

I pressed by lips together. I knew, right behind me, Quirrell was causing poor Harry pain. Boy, I wanted to jump up and strangle him. I peeked at Snape and saw his thin lips moving, a thin whispered passing between them.

I tried to calm down. Everything would be alright. Snape was on it. I could trust him. The thought sounded funny in my head. My hands were twining together and I tried to control myself.

But the moment Harry swung off his broom, I screamed and stood up. It is okay, I told myself, he will be okay. But that did not stop the tears flowing from my eyes. I noticed his fingers looking tired, as if he was about to let go…

"Harry!" I screamed. He swung madly around and a burst of flame exploded next to me. Snape was on fire. The flames danced around his robes and he jumped up, trying to stamp them out. I pretended to leap away and fell right on top of Quirrell, knocking his eye contact off of Harry. It took all my will power not to punch all his teeth out.

I quickly got back into my seat and saw Harry plummeting toward the ground. For a moment I thought he was going to crash, but his gloved hand slapped across his mouth and I knew, Gryffindor had won.

I turned my face away from the game to look at Snape's face. He was watching with wide eyes and when the commentator announced that Gryffindor had won, his face turned to me with an open mouth.

I grinned in my triumph. I had won over Snape!

"So," I said, with an innocent voice, "When would you like to make friendship bracelets?" Snape glared at me and I gazed down at Harry, who was on the shoulders of the Gryffindor team.

I didn't know why, but I cared about the boy who lived. It was like…like he was my son. But that was out of the question. I just had to keep the boy who lived, alive.