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ACHTUNG! This is slash. 2 boys in a relationship. If you don't like it, go away, and don't read.
As always, it's JK's and the WB's.
Unexpected
Part 8
Walking into the common room, Harry saw that the fire was lower, and the room a whole lot emptier than when he'd left. That was only to be expected, of course. It was nine o' clock, now, and the younger ones would have gone to bed, and Harry knew that some of the other Gryffindors liked to read lying in bed before going to sleep.
Noticing Hermione was still in front of the fire, making notes, Harry then looked over to see where Ron was. He was sitting in a corner, reading a Quidditch magazine. Harry watched the red-haired boy intently for a few moments, strange feelings creeping up inside him. He almost felt - embarrassed - to go and talk to him. Shaking his head, he swallowed thickly and went to speak to him.
There's no reason everything shouldn't be as it was before. No reason at all. Walking over to his best friend, he was stopped in his tracks by the longing in his friend's features as he looked up to see who was walking towards him. Ignore it! He commanded himself, and forced a grin.
"Hey, Ron," he started, and cursed himself for the unnatural, nervous high-pitch of his voice. "Um. I've got some gossip. You want to come over near the fire so I can tell you and Hermione?"
Ron glanced over at the fire, and the comfortable seats that lay there, and nodded. "Okay." Ron stood, putting his magazine aside. "So where'd you find this gossip out? Where've you been?"
Oh, come on. As if you can't guess. You just want to hear me say it so you can get mad at me again, don't you?
"I can't tell you, that'd spoil the surprise." Hopefully, the shock of his news would cover the fact that he'd been in the dungeons to see Draco. He didn't need Ron to go off on one at him before he got to tell him this.
The two boys sat down, Harry next to Hermione, Ron on the other side of the table. Finishing her sentence, she looked up, from one to the other. "Yes?"
Harry paused, looking at her for a moment. When he'd last been in the common room, he'd had a very odd, very disgusting thought. A thought about Hermione and Snape. And now he had it again, and things started to add up in his mind. First they had gone outside in Potions class to have a little 'chat'. And then Hermione had said she'd get someone off of his back. That could mean his thought was true.
"Hermione, have you been here? I mean, did you stay here while I've been gone?"
She gave him a look that told him she thought he'd gone mad. "Of course I have, Harry. I have work to do, you know." Harry was still suspicious. "For heavens sake, Harry." He must have looked like he was suspicious, too. "Ron, have I moved from this spot?"
Shaking his head, Ron too looked at Harry oddly. Harry glared at them both.
"Good." He said, then his thoughts continued. What if Hermione was having some sort of... thing with Snape, and he was two-timing her? Get a grip, Harry, he told himself. Surely Hermione has some sort of taste. He glanced up at Ron, to find the other boy looking at him and felt his cheeks heat up in a blush. Steadying himself, he remembered he had some wonderful gossip, and nothing was getting in the way of him telling them.
"I just saw someone going into Snape's rooms. Only, with him there, and they hugged, and - this isn't coming out quite the way I meant it to." Harry sighed again, trying to ignore Ron gazing at him and Hermione glaring. "When I was down in the dungeons, I saw Snape waiting for someone. And then someone came - I couldn't see who - but they seemed pretty close, if you know what I mean. And then they went into his rooms."
"So you think Snape's got a girlfriend?" Ron's eyes were wide. It seemed Harry's plan had worked, and his news had overshadowed the fact he'd been down to see Draco, else Ron just didn't care any more. Ignoring the hurt that thought induced, Harry grinned and nodded, and looked over at Hermione. And was completely taken by surprise when she looked disapproving. She may not like rule-breaking, but this wasn't anything to do with that. He'd have thought she'd be as interested as anyone.
"Harry, do you really think its your business who Professor Snape is in a relationship with?"
Both boys stared at her open mouthed. "Are you kidding?" Asked Ron. "Aren't you interested?"
Though her expression remained the same, Harry was sure he spotted that odd, dreamy look in her eyes that she got when talking about romance in general. Harry's eyes widened.
"You know," he said, putting it all together and looking at her in astonishment. "That day, when he took you out of Potions - he told you!"
"Harry, why would Professor Snape tell me who he's in love with?" The voice might've been steely and all-suffering, but her eyes betrayed her. Harry had no idea why Snape would tell her, but he had.
"You know! Tell us!"
"Harry, I don't know! And it's still none of your business!" With that, she slammed her book shut, looking thoroughly annoyed with the two of them, and picked up her notes and went up to the girls dormitory.
Harry looked over at Ron, who shrugged.
"Maybe she's got - what do Muggles call it? PVC?"
Harry stared at him. What on earth was Ron talking about? Odd images - not altogether unpleasant - of Hermione running around in a skin-tight PVC catsuit floated around in his head. Then it clicked and he blushed scarlet. "PMT, Ron."
"Yeah, that's it." Then he looked at Harry. "Do you really think she knows? She had a good point - why would Snape tell her anything about his personal life?"
"I don't know. But you want to find out, right?"
Ron nodded. "Sure I do. We'll talk about it tomorrow, though. I'm knackered. G'night, Harry." With that, Ron walked off - but Harry didn't miss the stolen glance at him the other boy took on his way to the staircase.