CHAPTER II

An Unwanted Answer

a/n: ok, so if you've tried to read my story before, you know that it was all one long "chapter". Well, as you see, now I've gotten a little smarter. (Just a little) *holds up thumb and forefinger in a tiny sign* I've got it in real chapters, where there will be an author's note at the beginning of everyone chapter explaining the chapter, what's to come, and just other really annoying notes. By the way this is one of them. See, isn't it annoying? Don't you just wanna get on with the story? I mean you're right in the middle of a very funny conversation. But I'm one of those really annoying authors who likes to "draw suspense" and cuts it off. Yeah, I know, why does anyone even read my stuff? Because it's good. (and I'm being modest as I say that. I'm not being too modest now, however!) so please r&r, and congradulations-you're one of those suckers, I'm mean customers, who's reading my story! (laughs evilly)

At this, Snape snorted. "Drunk? What kind of a professor do you take me as?" (This said, I decided not to answer.) "Drunk? Why, being drunk is for losers like your parents. Well, your mother at least. Your father was quite good in...anyway-DRUNK? Surley I am!"

I could smell the beer on his breath, which was even more quite unusual because Snape's breath was always minty fresh. It had been fresh even when Hagred got angry one time and stuffed a live cod down his throat. He choaked for awhile, but his breath was fine, once he could breathe again. Anyway, I didn't know what to do with Snape. I decided to just put the cloak back on and run back up to the Fat Lady. But then I shuddered at that thought. The Fat Lady at this time of year always got really hot, and well, she just doesn't look good in a speedo okay? I adjusted my mind out of that scary place, and focased back on the real problem. Snape was still talking.

"And whenever I watch it, I just start to cry," he was saying, "I mean Spike. He is so hot. He looks like Lucious Malfoy. It tears me up inside. I loved him so much, Malfoy, and he turned me down for Narcsissa." He fell to the ground in a broken heap.

Carefully putting on my cloak, I backed up, thinking I'd rather face the Fat Lady than Filch wnen he sees Snape. His cries carried down the hall and I heard Filch's running footsteps as he ran down to see what the problem was. He ran right past me, and if he would have looked closer, he would have seen the bit of wand sticking out of the cloak.