March 29, 1997:

Today feels so different. I suppose its because of the answer Snape gave me last night. Nothing can ruin my day. Snape does love me, I will be the new flying instructor, and I will share Snape's room. Of course, Sirius has no clue...yet. I think I'll wait another year until I tell him. Of course he'll probably find out before then, but hopefully he won't be too upset. Truthfully, I don't know what I'd do if Snape had told me he didn't love me. I just told Ron and Hermione everything. I think it shocked them more than Voldemort's death, actually. Me and Snape, a couple? It does sound strange at first, but I like it. I'd better get used to calling him Severus now. Ron still seemed shocked when he left, but he managed a smile when he said goodbye. I was glad both took the `as long as it makes you happy' view. I have wonderful friends. Tomorrow morning, while Snape's teaching the last class of the semester, I'll move into his room.