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Two reviewers gave me some interesting questions. One asked if Luna dies later on? I can only say, I dunno. Fine, that's a downright lie, actually, I DO know, but I cant tell, but I assure you if she does die, it won't be for a while.

Another asked why is the Snape we know so mean if he knew Luna, who is kind and nice? I won't tell, cause it ties in with the first question, but Yall guys are sharp!

:Now to Fic…:

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In the previous, Fic…

Seve and Luna Get out of trouble, and we skip three years to see our little guy and our little Luna enchantingly kiss, revealing the true feelings they had for each other for the past six years…

Chapter Six… or maybe 11-12, I cant really remember…

I lay in my bed, thinking of tonight's events. I replayed them in my mind, over, and over, each time remembering the warm lips… the cooling breeze, the silver glow of the moon reflecting in Luna's eyes afterwards, which changed from astonishment to happiness.

And now I am here, in my bed, my mind in a blur, until sleep captures me, and takes me into the sunlight of tomorrow.

(Sheesh! I gotta stop the poetry…)

It was the last Hogsmeade trip. Lucius, Evan and I, (Igor got transferred to Durmstrang.) were sitting on a table at the Three Broomsticks, having butter beer.

Luna had gone to a nearby store with Lily, so it was just me and my Slytherin friends. We joked, played games, and held conversations. We were on the talk of Quidditch when James and his friends walked in to the room. They sat on a nearby table in a corner, smiling mischievously. James held out an old scroll of parchment and pointed to it, in different areas on the scroll, talking with a crooked smile.

"Whaddaya think they're planning?" Asked Evan.

"Maybe planning to paint the Slytherin common room pink of something…" I said "no wait, they already did that. Hang on, probably to paint Professor Clant's robes rainbow or a pretty orange." Evan, Lucius and I chuckled, and then dropped the subject.

Soon I left the Three Broomsticks and made my way to the dress robe shop Luna said she'd be in; (figures…) and I found her in a part of the store where the foreign robes were held.

"Oh, hey Seve!" she said when she finally saw me. "Look at this one! It's the newest fashion from France; ooh and here's one from the United States, pretty blues huh?" "

"Um, Er, I guess. Look, Luna, I going to the You-know-where, so… "

"Oh, okay. I'll be around there."

I bought roses at the usual shop. Every Hogsmeade weekend I went to I bought roses for my parents. It had become a habit, like visiting your old parents after you are all grown up. More like the parents you never knew.

When I had first visited my parent's graves, the plot on which they rested was cold, dreary, and gray. But everything had changed. By now it was bright, colorful, and warm. A large rose bush sprouted between the two tombstones from me putting so many roses there.

But sometimes, on rainy weekends, the bush was weighed down with raindrops. The stones were wet, the ground muddy. Those were the worst days.

It was on this particular day that I was doing my usual routine of visiting Mum and Dad, when, After a while, I decided to take a walk around the rest of the cemetery. The trees were pretty on these days. It was interesting to look on the other plots, the statues…

I came upon a particularly old stretch of tombstones. They were stained with age. Some once a light gray, were now a dark brownish dirt colour. And then I heard a familiar feminine voice:

"Here are some flowers for y'all…"

I peered at the girl with astonishment. Even though here back was toward me, There was no mistaking the golden hair.

"Luna?" I said. She turned around to see me.

"Hello, Severus."

"What, Who Where-" I managed to say.

"These are my parents, Seve," She said as she motioned towards two giant tombstones. I visit them whenever you visit your parents. That's why professor Dumbledore had me go get you the first time, I was on my way anyway…"

"Oh," I replied as the sun started to set in the west. "I'm sorry, Luna. How did they die, If you mind me asking."

"Old age," she replied as we started to walk away. "They had me late in life, and well, I guess," She took a short break from talking as if to gather the right words. "I guess I was a very difficult baby because later my uncle took care of me from then on." Her eyes misted in the red sun, and it made me feel I was sorry I asked.

Back at the castle, I was looking out the window of my dormitory. It was late at night, and, due to the lack of sleep I decided to see the stars, or just to think. It was still a full moon, and it illuminated everything bellow it.

Even the silhouettes of four boys. Four mischievous, scheming, Gryfinndor boys I knew so well. They slithered through the gardens in runs and smothered whispers. I wanted so much to report them, but they would be gone as soon as I could find a teacher, so I just stared at them, wondering where they were going.

I wonder, I thought, Maybe they're trying to break rules. We can't let that happen, I said evilly. I should tell professor McGonagall, about this, or maybe, with a full glare within my eyes, I'll follow them next time they decide to do this, and maybe even get them expelled…

The whole month I was busy. I read in the library, hoping to gets information about spying, and to see what James, Remus, Sirius, and Peter were talking about in the table next to me, but that's not all that important. I followed them to Potions, Care of Magical Creatures, Quidditch games, (by the way I'm a reserve Chaser, teheee! ^-^ ) and any thing else that comes my way.

It was one particular day when I was eavesdropping on the "Fantastic Four" Between the shelves of the library, and I, pretending I was reading "The Theories of the Pros and Cons of Concocting and Inventing Particularly Dangerous Potions" when I felt a firm tap on my shoulder. I looked up, wondering who was interrupting my spying.

It was Sirius.

Not looking mad… but had a giddy grin on his face.

I nearly dropped dead on the spot.

"So, Snape, what'cha doing?"

"Reading. Last time I checked it was a library right?" I replied coolly, but it didn't match my nervousness inside me.

"Yeah, but upside down, that's new." I looked at the book. Crap, it was upside down. I hesitantly flipped it, and while I was doing it, realized James and the others were gone.

"You seem interested in where my friend Remus goes every month. I can tell you, if you wish." I dropped the book. I nearly screamed, "TELL ME TELL ME TELL ME!" But I regained my character, and picked up the book.

"Ah, well… Yeah, guess so. Why would you tell me?"

He fiddled with a scroll of parchment that was in his hands.

"Remus and I aren't getting along right now. Maybe you could talk to him." As if. I just need to know where to get there. I thought. "Every month, we go to a secret place to play games and plan new ways ticking off Filch and well, all you have to do is prod the knot on the Whopping Willow, and it will show a tunnel-"

"Aha, I never thought of that. Sure I'll talk and all."

I sped from the library. He just saved me a great deal of thought. This is great, tomorrow is the full moon.

"Why are you so happy all of a sudden?" asked Luna sharply in potions. At this time every day she was never in a good mood. Potions never made her very happy.

"Nothing. I just found out my test score in History of Magic that's all."

"Well that's nice. You mean the test I helped you study on, and now I have to suffer here and I have a genius in potions sitting right beside me…"

"Alright, I help." I said. But Luna couldn't stay so horribly sarcastic for long, soon enough she was talking happily to me and so loud that Clant threatened to spit us up for the rest of the school year.

"I know what a tragedy it would be if Mr Snape were forbidden to talk to his girlfriend for a full two hours." He had said, which made Luna and I burn with anger and embarrassment.

I mumbled in fury, and was quiet for the rest of the class. The bell rang thirty minutes later, and gratefully I ambled out gratified.

I could hardly eat at dinner. I'd rather plan out what I would do to night, how I would be able to see them expelled at last.

Eleven o' clock. It was now or possibly never, or until next month. I crept out of my Common room, and swiftly made my way through the dark twisted shadows on to the Hogwarts grounds. I strolled through the lush and green gardens, and found my way to the whomping willow. It was an old tree, but I remembered the day it was planted, for I could see the gardens and parts of the forest from my Dormitory window.

At my feet I found a long and strong stick, and quickly picked it up. It was worn, as if someone had used it many times. It would come in handy I thought as I started for the tree.

The tree itself wasn't moving, as I heard that it detects when something is too close. I stood with caution with the stick firm in my grasp. All I had to do was prod a knot… This seemed easy, until I noticed how many knots there were. Which one!?

My instincts told me to prod all the knots I could and hope for the best. I readied myself. I attacked a particularly large one viciously, like the lunge of an expert fencer. From what seemed like nowhere, a large bare branch came in to attack. I pulled from my lunge quickly, and in doing so fell flat on my bum. My tailbone bruised, I got up sorely, and prepared for another attack. I besieged again, in several spots before a branch whipped through the air with a whiz, threatening to strike. Again I dodged, and caught my breath.

For thirty minutes I did this strategy, until I was fed up.

"Stupid, stupid tree!" I yelled angrily. I had half a mind to give the now mad and dangerous whipping tree a good introduction to a saw, but knowing I had not one, threw my stick instead absentmindedly at the trunk of the tree. It froze. I blinked flabbergasted, surprised by my luck, and quickly crawled inside.

Well, what will happen? (And if you read your 1st & 3rd novels pretty well you will probably know.) I don't know about Yall guys but did Seve seem a bit happy in this chapter? Maybe it's that hyper sixteeness. ^.^

What do you think? Review! -Bunny