Classes were over for the day and Harry was exhausted, to say the least he hadn't gotten much sleep the night before. His classes had been dreadful too, it seemed the professors saw that he was a bit, well, distracted and decided to punish him by constantly asking him questions, to which, of course, he had no answer. But how could he be expected to pay attention when he was trying to plan what he would say to Snape that afternoon.

Presently, Harry was entertaining the thought of grabbing his Invisibility Cloak, sneaking into Snape's office, and when he wasn't looking, hex him into oblivion. It was hard to push away the image of Snape laying motionless on his floor, covered in boils, and a cauldron stuck to his head while wearing a pink frilly dress, but Harry somehow managed it. He had to think clearly, he had to get answers, and he knew that hexing Snape, however satisfying it may be, was no way to get answers.

Harry neared Snape's office where he normally took occulmency. His heart began to pound as he knocked off the door and heard the usual stony voice tell him to enter. He put his hand on the door knob and sucked up all of his courage as he stepped inside.

"Potter, what are you doing here?"

Harry looked inside to see Snape sitting at his desk, quill in hand, apparently grading essay's, and from the looks of it, he was not happy in the least bit. 'oh well, at least his mood can't get worse.'

"I came here to ask about Hermione sir."

Harry watched as Snape eye's flickered with something he could not place, and it scared him. He watched as Snape's lip curled into his usual sneer as Snape turned his attention back to grading papers. "You know as well as I do Potter, she is visiting her father while he is ill."

Harry walked into the room, out of the door frame and shut the door behind him, as if trying to show Snape that he wasn't going to leave without getting some answers. Snape seemed to ignore him as he went on grading his essays, and hopefully not his, seeing as how he was marking it with renewed vigor. "Professor, I know that you know that I know about where Hermione really is."

Snape didn't even flinch. It seemed to Harry as though he thought that if he ignored him enough, then he would just go away, but Harry would do no such thing. He would get answers if it was the last thing he did. "Sir, I know you do. I heard you and Professor Lupin talking about it yesterday."

Harry watched as Snape finally put down his quill and stared back at him, a fire slowly growing in his eyes. "So Potter, listening in on teachers private conversations, that will be twenty points from Gryffindor."

Harry set his jaw, still determined. He didn't care if he lost all of the house points Gryffindor had left, which he very well might, he wanted to know. Besides, it was high time Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tried to win the house cup and not always leave it up to Gryffindor. "Sir, I know something happened between you and Hermione."

He saw as the fire grew clearer in Snape's eyes and was surprised that he was able to keep his temper at bay, at least for the moment. "Mister Potter, whatever might have happened in the past is none of your concern."

He watched as Snape once again went back to grading papers, vowing to find out whosever's essay it was that Snape was grading and apologize for causing Snape to take out all of his anger on that poor person's essay, which now looked like it had been dipped in a pot of red in, rather than been graded. Harry took a couple steps closer to Snape, not to sure of what he was doing, but soon found himself almost yelling at his Professor, "OF COURSE IT IS MY CONCERN! SHE IS MY FRIEND! I LOVE HER! I DESERVE TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS TO HER!"

He watched in horror as Snape threw down his quill, stalked around his desk, and walked a couple paces up to Harry, glaring as he had only once before, when he had caught Harry looking into the pensive. Harry however did not back down, not even when Snape lifted him by the front collar of his robes and lifted him up so that Harry was standing on his tiptoes. "That will be seventy five points from Gryffindor for insubordination. I suggest you leave before you loose your house any more points."

Snape threw Harry by the collar a few feet away, in disgust, and stood there, as if waiting for Harry to go scampering away. But Harry did not scamper away in fright. He stood up off of the ground and walked back up to Snape, the fire in his eyes matching his professors. "I don't care about loosing house points, sir. All I care about is Hermione. I want to know what you did to her. I want to make sure she will be the same, unattached Hermione when she comes back."

"Potter, I can assure you, if she ever comes back, which I am not entirely sure she will, she will be unattached, as you so eloquently put it. Now leave my office."

Harry stayed where he was for a bit, still not wanting to leave. Snape had said that Hermione would come back unattached, yet he didn't understand how that could be. He knew that Snape had to have been after Remus if Hermione had in fact had a thing with him, so if she came back unattached, it meant that something had to have happened between the two of them. "Another forty points from Gryffindor, potter. Now, I will not say it again, LEAVE MY OFFICE!"

Snape's voice was almost a roar as Harry stood there, almost unaffected. Truth was, he wasn't even scared of Snape at this point. The anger in him was almost to overflowing as he, once again, thought of all of reasons Snape would have said that, all of the scenarios, and they all led to the same one. Snape had broken it off, and more than likely, broken it off with Hermione. "You hurt her, didn't you? You broke it off with her, or at least you will when she comes back! Am I right?"

"Another forty points from Gryffindor."

Harry was shaking with fury. All he had wanted was some answers, and here, he had lost his house 175 points, all he had wanted was to make sure that Hermione was all right wherever she was, and to get to the bottom of her relationship with Snape. "You bastard! YOU FUCKING BASTARD!"

Snape's eyes flashed red, "One hundred points from Gryffindor Mr. Potter."

Harry didn't care, he was on the verge of hysteric tears, the anger flowing through him seemed as though it was going to eat him alive, though he spoke with a calm enough voice. "I thought that you might have a heart, but I guess I was wrong. I don't know how you ever won her over in the first place, but you must have shown at least a shred of decency. You probably knocked her up too, knocked her up and left her. She'll probably come back four month's pregnant with your kid and you'll kick her to the curb! I can't believe this! How could you have done that to her? What did she ever do to you? NOTHING! All she ever did was try to please you, all she ever wanted was your approval and you treated her like the scum of the earth."

Harry was surprised that Snape had stayed quiet for so long, he had expected for him to interrupt and take away the rest of Gryffindor's house points or something, but he hadn't. Instead he stood there, eyes blazing, his body shaking slightly. When he finally spoke, his voice shook slightly, "You would do well Potter, not to assume things which you know nothing about. If she does come back, rest assure she will never be the same again and she will never be yours."

Harry stared at Snape a moment longer before sneering one last time and storming out of the office, slamming the door on his way out, missing as Snape took away another twenty points from Gryffindor.

Fuming, he went into the Great Hall where dinner was going on, and where he would certainly find Ron. He needed a good Snape trashing conversation and he knew Ron would be just the person to talk to. As Harry walked towards the Gryffindor table, he spotted Ron, sitting in between Ginny and Neville and looking as if he was one second away from ripping both of their heads off. It seems as though both could use a good vent. Pushing Neville aside, he slid in next to Ron and muttered a dark hi while shoveling potatoes onto his plate. He looked over at Ron when he didn't respond and saw that his scowl had deepened. "Ron, what's wrong?"

He watched as Ron's eyes glazed over for a moment, but then he seemed to get a grip on reality and he turned to Harry, "Oh, nothing, just a bit frustrated"

"I know what you mean. I just got back from a 'talk' with Snape."

Harry watched as Ron suppressed a slight snort, "Oh, so that's where all of our house points have gone, for a moment there, I thought that someone had brought back that horrid Inquisi-whatever squad for a moment there."

Harry just shook his head and the two boys spent the rest of the meal trashing their potions master.