silentC: I know! The last bit sucked, but I couldn't find a way to change it. Thanks to all who read but more to those that reviewed or are going to review.

The week went on as normal. I didn't pull my gun again except when a game of Exploding Snaps caught me off guard. You should've seen those first years run. Like the other students, I was dreading Potions class, but for other reasons. They were dreading the homework and Snape as a person, I was dreading being in a room with Harry and Snape at the same time. I'm here to make sure no one hassles Harry and I've heard Snape can cross the line sometimes.

Even with all the history I have with Snape, I'm not afraid to tell him off. He is one of the major suspects, even if Dumbledore believes him to be totally innocent. His class was last on Friday afternoon. Just the way to start your weekend off right.

His arms curled around me. His head dropped on my shoulder, his warm breath blowing softly on my neck. I was his support, his legs. He was my heart, my soul.

Slowly, I nibbled on his ear, blowing ever softly. His sigh said all. He lifted his head to stare into my eyes, using a hand to push the hair out of my eyes.

This was my fantasy as I closed my eyes in Potions. When I opened them, all I saw was Snape, staring at me with suspicion. I flashed a timid smile and returned to my work. Politeness never failed to warm a heart.

"If you think you can win my favor with a smile, Ms. Dobbins, you have another thing coming," he snapped without missing a beat. Okay, so that didn't go over too well.

"It never hurts, Professor. Better to smile now than fight later," so I had an excuse prepared. Big deal, it's standard. I guess not with Hogwart's professors though. He just stared at me, a look too complex to read in his eye.

I started humming a tune from America. Snape continued to glare. AT first it didn't bother me; I wasn't bad looking, why wouldn't guys look at me. Then, after five minutes or so, it started to get creepy.

I didn't want to embarrass him in front of his house though. So, casually, I walked up to his desk with my book, seemingly to ask a question.

"You know why I'm here, Severus," I whisper. "I don't like it and I know you don't either. But it's no reason to get your panties in a bunch." He continued to stare.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Dobbins," he finally said, loud enough for the class to hear, "but I'm afraid that to answer that question, you will need to stay after. I trust you have no other engagements?"

I look over my shoulder at Harry. I was supposed to protect him, not to leave his side. He knew he had caught me, to say no would be embarrassing, to say yes would mean I'd lose Harry until dinner, a critical time at Hogwarts.

"Very well, I'll wait here until you are ready to answer." An eye for an eye, right? And the kid could watch out for himself for half an hour or so.

To my surprise, as I turned around, Hermoine was glaring at me. Hmm, ice breaker, perhaps? Then the bell rang. Without sound, the class flied out. I turned back around to face Snape.

"You're going to lose him, Jen," he said without looking up.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. But this is research," I fling around and grab my tape recorder from my bag. "Please state your name and occupation for the record," I say pushing the record button down.

He glared, but complied. "Severus Snape, Potion's Master."

I smiled, "Good. Now Serverus, one Miss Hermoine Granger was giving me some nasty looks." I lean closer with the tape recorder. "Are you two romantically involved?"

If at all possible, his face went paler. He stammered, "Yes," into my recorder. Then I shut it off and pack up my things.

"Honestly Severus, you didn't think you could hide that from me, right? After all, I am the best." And I exit, stage left. All in a day's work.