CHAPTER XII

Another Side of Snape

a/n: This chapter's kinda, almost, a repeat of a few other chapters mixed together. But it IS different. It's kinda sweet sctually. Spike comes into it again, and so does that fact that Snape is gay. Now, again, remember I'm trying to offend ANYONE! I'm just writing a story with gay people in it. And the same goes with the Buffy characters. I'm just trying to write a freakish, mixed up, confused, strange, yet humerous story. And I think it's working. But you tell me, REVIEW! And for Tigre and Panthre, the end of this chapter is for you, well the last sentence anyway!

That night I decided to thank Snape. He HAD done a lot for me, so I had to do something. Actually I didn't mind sneaking out late at night. The Fat Lady was still wearing her summer outfit, and still very much expressive with her clothing. By midnight I would have only gotten about an hours sleep. Between doing my homework and snogging Hermon, they were late nights. But oh...was it worth it!

I got down to Snape's office and lightly knocked on the door. I knew he'd be there. He was always there. No one answered my knock so I let myself in. A faint light shone in the back of the room and I heard someone sobbing. Rolling my eyes, I went to the sound.

"Snape, what ARE you crying about now?"

He was siting on the floor watching the TV. Through sniffles and gulps I could finally make out, "It's...Spike...He's...wearing leather pants...that bloody vampire!" He hit his fist against the floor and continued crying.

I looked at the TV. The show Buffy the Vampire Slayer was on. "But, um, Snape...do wizards have Television sets? I thought that was a muggle thi...OH MY GOD! SNAPE'S A MUGGLE?"

"No! Shut up you arrogant little potato! I'm not supposed to have this. If Filch sees it he'll have both of us scrubbing the floors for weeks! Now listen!" He was still crying, but my screaming bloody-murder sort of awoke him from a trance. "Watching this calms me down, so don't tell anyone. You add it to your whole 'black'mailing' thing if you want," he made a wave motion with his hand, "but I don't care. Just don't tell ANYONE!"

"Sure. But look, I came down here to tell you something. I think you'll like it. I want to thank you for helping me. I know I was saying that it was only black-mail, but, well...I've done things I thought would never happen! I mean Hermon-" Snape rose his eye brows at me. "Well...she and Draco are happy." Lying's FUN! TRY IT! "So, let me help YOU! Who can I give the love potion to? I'll set it all up, you won't have to do a thing!"

"No, I couldn't, I shouldn't!" Snape wasn't crying, but he WAS in dinial. How annoying!

"Snape! I'm calling up my black-mail! Tell me who the bloody person is!" I said it with that icy whisper only Snape could use effectivly. I guess I could too!

He glared up at me from the floor. His thin lips were straight across. And I think I saw running mascara from when he was crying. It was black mascara, and with his nearly blinding orange hair he looked like a jack-o-lantern! "His name is John. You don't know him."

On the TV Buffy was smacking Spike for snogging her.

I actually wasn't surprised that Snape liked a "John". I was expecting it. "Look, you smelly little loo, tell him to meet you somewhere and give him the potion. Or tomorrow morning" I began to shout, "EVERYONE WILL KNOW THAT SNAPE IS A HOMOSE-"

Snape pulled me down. "Shut up you brat! Alright. I'll do it this weekend."

"Good. I'll visit you again on Monday. And it BETTER be done!" I used that same cold whisper as before. It seemed to work.

I left Snape, a crumpled, worried thing again. I rolled my eyes. "moron" I muttered under my breath. I walked, invisible, up to the Gryfindor Common Room. On the way I saw Malfoy crying and looking at a picture of Hermon. I did feel sorry, but what could I do? Nothing! Wahoo! Harry 1, Malfoy 0! I'd say he had a goose-egg, but well...using 0 is better.