CHAPTER X

Snape's Tender Heart

a/n: Yeah, well this chapter's really strange. I guess you could say it isn't much different from any of my other strange chapters, (they're all strange!=)) But this is really just kinda odd. You know the symbol for the ying yang? Black means evil. White means goodness. And there is some goodness in every evil. And visa versa. This chapter kinda represents that... but only half way. The half way in my chapter represents the white spot in the black...Enjoy! (and there's a tiny a/n at the end! =))

That night there was a lot to think about. My love-life for one. I mean, this whole time the story's been about Hermon and Malfoy and Snape and his...many interests. I love Hermon, everyone knows that. I mean everyone except her. She could never know...now that she's with Malfoy. It tore me up to see them, but she's my friend and so...I had to help her. Her long frizzy hair is all I need to think about at night. And the way she holds her quill when she writes, *sigh*

The only thing I could do would be to get her to love me. And I think I knew a way: blackmail, sweet sweet blackmail!

I got out of bed and searched my dresser for my invisible cloak. But it's really hard to find things that are invisible. When I found it, I put it on and quietly walked down to Snape's dungeons. I knew he'd be there. In what state? I didn't know. But I knew he'd be there.

And I was write. He was sitting in the back of his room, crying. Pain banged in my heart. I slipped off my hood and walked over to him.

"Snape? You gonna be okay?" I asked soothingly.

Tears stained his face as he looked up at me. "I think so" he said.

"Well I came down here to ask you something, but maybe I'll ask you tomorrow night...or the night after that."

"No, please! Ask me! I'm crying because people have been treating me differently. Please! Be mean! It's more blackmail you want right? Go ahead!"

"Well, I need a love potion. It, it's not for me...It's for Ron..." I whispered, "he's lonely" and nodded my head.

Snape sniffled and got up like a strong, young man would. And the leather helped too. I bit my fist. Hard. "Yeah," he said, clearing his throat, "right over here. I always have a supply. Okay, that sounded kinda strange but just forget that. Anyway, here." He handed me a small bottle. "I call it love potion number 9! It's a clishe' so I like it! Kinda like my resemblance to Dracula!"

"Yeah, well thanks, I'll be going now." I turned to leave and said one last thing, "And Snape-your hair looks good!"

It's all he needed to hear! It brightened his day and the next. His confidence in himself was rekindled. That only meant more homework!

a/n: And yeah, I know I just made Snape sound really hot, but he couldn't hide it forever!