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A/N: Well, no updates right now. Just that I look really crap. And me feet hurt. I guess that gives me a good reason to stay on the computer. Yay! Honestly, I'm a big freak at school. And since I live so far away from the few friends I have, I don't have much of a social life. And I'm too lazy to get a job. So the computer is my friend. Yes. Friend. Just read the bloody chapter.
-"Lucius, what do you want?" Severus groaned late on night, while in his seventh year. He had been having a peaceful sleep, when his so-called friend had woken him up.
"Nothing, why? Can't I just talk to my friend?" Lucius asked.
"You're not my friend," Severus grumbled, and rolled on to his side away from Lucius.
Lucius laughed, and shook his head.
"Shush, you'll wake up everyone else" Severus muttered.
"Nah, they all sleep like logs. Anyway, I have a question about you and Louisa,"
"What is it?" Severus asked, throwing his pillow on top of his head.
"Have you two ever had sex?"
"That's a personal question, Lucius," Severus replied.
"Not really. I mean, everyone has had sex in his or her seventh year. Unless you're still a virgin" Lucius mocked.
"Am not!" Severus cried, sitting up.
"So you and Louisa have had sex?"
Severus paused. "Yes" he finally croaked.
"How many times?"
"I'm not going to tell you that!"
Lucius smirked. "Go on. I'm not going to tell anyone!"
"But I'm not going to gossip about Louisa. She's my girlfriend. You'll just blab about it to everyone!"
"Just give me a vague idea"
"No!" Severus mumbled, lying back down.
"More then once?"
"Shut up!"
"Twice?"
"What do I have to do to make you piss off?"
"Just tell me how many times you and Louisa have had sex"
There was a pause. "Twice. But tell anyone and I swear you'll be fed to the squid"
Severus felt Lucius get off his bed, and back to his own. Thank goodness. He didn't want to talk about his love life, or sex life, to anyone. -
***
December twenty-second- The Yule Ball was only two days away, as was Louisa's anniversary. Where was Severus going to go? The teachers were supposed to go to the Where was Severus going to go? The teachers were supposed to go to the Yule Ball, but it was only right if Severus also went to Louisa's grave.
Severus paced around his room, as he waited for the breakfast bell to ring. He could attend both, but he wasn't sure whether he could make both. The students had lessons in the morning, and at night was the Yule Ball.
"Oh, for God's sake, man. You loved her. Visit her bloody grave, and forget the Yule Ball! They'll survive without you!" he hissed to himself. Should he invite that bloody Granger? He sighed, and walked out of his bedroom and into the classroom- where Hermione was standing.
"Miss Granger, what are you doing here?" he bellowed.
"I- I- I just thought you would like to know I wrote up my assignment. I don't need to ask you anymore questions,"
"No need to tell me that. You could have simply stopped," Severus muttered.
"Well, I wanted to be polite," Hermione explained, shrugging her book-bag back on her shoulder.
Severus let out a sigh, and shifted his weight. "Is there anything else you want to say?"
"Well, just one. What are you going to do with the Yule Ball?"
"I've decided to go to Louisa's Grave," he told her.
"Can I come? I'm just curious about where she was buried," she quickly asked, twitching nervously.
"If you must Miss Granger. But aren't you going to the Yule Ball with all the other pathetic students?"
Hermione bashfully shook her head. "Nobody asked me"
A small compassionate look seemed to cross the Potion's Masters face, but quickly disappeared.
"Well, I guess since you have nothing better to do," he drifted off, a new look of annoyance crossing his face.
"Where should I meet you, then?"
"Here. If you want," he muttered shortly.
"What time?" Hermione asked, her feet tapping softly on the ground.
"Any. Just come"
The breakfast bell rang, on Hermione dashed for the door. "Well, thank you for allowing me to come, Professor" she said, a brief, frightened smile crossing her face. Snape just grunted, as she walked out.
"Thank God she finished that blasted assignment. Anymore questions and I would have to throttle her," he murmured, walking out of the classroom. But it would be nice, he had to admit, to have some company when he went to visit Louisa. Even though he often found it difficult, it would be nice to have some company. Even if it was from a Gryffindor.
***
Hermione skipped down the hall, her book-bag thumping against her back.
"Why are you so happy, mudblood?" Draco Malfoy hissed, appearing behind her.
Hermione spun around, her joyous feeling disappearing. "I can be happy. Unlike you"
Draco snorted. "You look like you just had a good shag. Or about to get one!" he muttered. A blush crossed her cheeks.
"I don't need a shag to be happy. I might just be having a good day, Malfoy"
"Whatever, Granger, you probably will never share the same bed with someone, anyway!"
This time Hermione snorted. "Just piss off, Malfoy. I'm not going to waste my time talking to you!" And with that final comment, Hermione turned on her heel and walked away.
TBC
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A/N: I know, the shortest chapter I've written. But I honestly couldn't be bothered writing anymore than this. By the way, when I finally finish this story, what do you think I should do? Do you think I should write a sequel? Or not? I just want some feedback. Review, pweese!
A/N: Well, no updates right now. Just that I look really crap. And me feet hurt. I guess that gives me a good reason to stay on the computer. Yay! Honestly, I'm a big freak at school. And since I live so far away from the few friends I have, I don't have much of a social life. And I'm too lazy to get a job. So the computer is my friend. Yes. Friend. Just read the bloody chapter.
-"Lucius, what do you want?" Severus groaned late on night, while in his seventh year. He had been having a peaceful sleep, when his so-called friend had woken him up.
"Nothing, why? Can't I just talk to my friend?" Lucius asked.
"You're not my friend," Severus grumbled, and rolled on to his side away from Lucius.
Lucius laughed, and shook his head.
"Shush, you'll wake up everyone else" Severus muttered.
"Nah, they all sleep like logs. Anyway, I have a question about you and Louisa,"
"What is it?" Severus asked, throwing his pillow on top of his head.
"Have you two ever had sex?"
"That's a personal question, Lucius," Severus replied.
"Not really. I mean, everyone has had sex in his or her seventh year. Unless you're still a virgin" Lucius mocked.
"Am not!" Severus cried, sitting up.
"So you and Louisa have had sex?"
Severus paused. "Yes" he finally croaked.
"How many times?"
"I'm not going to tell you that!"
Lucius smirked. "Go on. I'm not going to tell anyone!"
"But I'm not going to gossip about Louisa. She's my girlfriend. You'll just blab about it to everyone!"
"Just give me a vague idea"
"No!" Severus mumbled, lying back down.
"More then once?"
"Shut up!"
"Twice?"
"What do I have to do to make you piss off?"
"Just tell me how many times you and Louisa have had sex"
There was a pause. "Twice. But tell anyone and I swear you'll be fed to the squid"
Severus felt Lucius get off his bed, and back to his own. Thank goodness. He didn't want to talk about his love life, or sex life, to anyone. -
***
December twenty-second- The Yule Ball was only two days away, as was Louisa's anniversary. Where was Severus going to go? The teachers were supposed to go to the Where was Severus going to go? The teachers were supposed to go to the Yule Ball, but it was only right if Severus also went to Louisa's grave.
Severus paced around his room, as he waited for the breakfast bell to ring. He could attend both, but he wasn't sure whether he could make both. The students had lessons in the morning, and at night was the Yule Ball.
"Oh, for God's sake, man. You loved her. Visit her bloody grave, and forget the Yule Ball! They'll survive without you!" he hissed to himself. Should he invite that bloody Granger? He sighed, and walked out of his bedroom and into the classroom- where Hermione was standing.
"Miss Granger, what are you doing here?" he bellowed.
"I- I- I just thought you would like to know I wrote up my assignment. I don't need to ask you anymore questions,"
"No need to tell me that. You could have simply stopped," Severus muttered.
"Well, I wanted to be polite," Hermione explained, shrugging her book-bag back on her shoulder.
Severus let out a sigh, and shifted his weight. "Is there anything else you want to say?"
"Well, just one. What are you going to do with the Yule Ball?"
"I've decided to go to Louisa's Grave," he told her.
"Can I come? I'm just curious about where she was buried," she quickly asked, twitching nervously.
"If you must Miss Granger. But aren't you going to the Yule Ball with all the other pathetic students?"
Hermione bashfully shook her head. "Nobody asked me"
A small compassionate look seemed to cross the Potion's Masters face, but quickly disappeared.
"Well, I guess since you have nothing better to do," he drifted off, a new look of annoyance crossing his face.
"Where should I meet you, then?"
"Here. If you want," he muttered shortly.
"What time?" Hermione asked, her feet tapping softly on the ground.
"Any. Just come"
The breakfast bell rang, on Hermione dashed for the door. "Well, thank you for allowing me to come, Professor" she said, a brief, frightened smile crossing her face. Snape just grunted, as she walked out.
"Thank God she finished that blasted assignment. Anymore questions and I would have to throttle her," he murmured, walking out of the classroom. But it would be nice, he had to admit, to have some company when he went to visit Louisa. Even though he often found it difficult, it would be nice to have some company. Even if it was from a Gryffindor.
***
Hermione skipped down the hall, her book-bag thumping against her back.
"Why are you so happy, mudblood?" Draco Malfoy hissed, appearing behind her.
Hermione spun around, her joyous feeling disappearing. "I can be happy. Unlike you"
Draco snorted. "You look like you just had a good shag. Or about to get one!" he muttered. A blush crossed her cheeks.
"I don't need a shag to be happy. I might just be having a good day, Malfoy"
"Whatever, Granger, you probably will never share the same bed with someone, anyway!"
This time Hermione snorted. "Just piss off, Malfoy. I'm not going to waste my time talking to you!" And with that final comment, Hermione turned on her heel and walked away.
TBC
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A/N: I know, the shortest chapter I've written. But I honestly couldn't be bothered writing anymore than this. By the way, when I finally finish this story, what do you think I should do? Do you think I should write a sequel? Or not? I just want some feedback. Review, pweese!