N/A: Well, thanks soo much for those reviews! I'm glad that you're honest, and critical reviews are the best. Yes, English isn't my first language. And I know, there will be a lot of mistakes in every chapter. I've done spell check (in every chap) but I don't know how to correct the grammar things. I'm sorry for this. I hope you're able to understand this anyway.

Now, for mary sue hunter: yes, I know it seems as if just copying JKR's work. But in the first chapters I could orientate myself on her books, especially Ootp. But we don't know what happened to Snape after he called lily a mudblood. Well I guess, HE never apologized to her.

Disclaimer: still own nothing of the characters. (I just love them)

Next Morning Draco was allowed to leave the hospital wing to go to breakfast. He wasn't glad, though. It was a lot more comfortable to have brunch in his bead instead of cowering in a corner of the big house table of Slytherin.

He got himself a seat were he had a good look to the Gryffindor table. He spend all his meals with watching them. It was kind of obsession.

"Know what he gave us? A month detention! Can you believe this? One month, every evening, and it could be anything. Maybe we have to help Filch! This is terrible. I knew Snape was cruel, but this…", Harry said to his friends. The headmaster didn't expel them. But he left it to Snape to punish them. "And that's just because we wanted to have a little fun. If Malfoy had done this to us…"

"Yeah, but he hasn't done it to you, did he?", asked Hermione. She still was angry. They never seen her this alarmed.

"'Mione, what do you mean? He has punished us the last five years! And now we have the chance for a revenge, and you're making trouble. He called you a.. you-know-what. Don't you think he has earned an object lesson?"

Hermione said nothing. Maybe Ron was right. He deserved it. He couldn't even thank her.

She wondered why she cared so much. What did she expect? That he would fall to his knees and kiss her toes for saving him? No, of course he was too proud for this. But why did he have to say this? He could at least leave her alone…

She stood up and left the hall. She didn't know what to do. Her friends didn't understand her. She didn't understand it by herself. She felt strange when they're around. It wasn't this feeling of unbreakable friendship anymore. She just felt like their ways separated.

"Miss Granger! Miss Granger, can I have a word with you?"

Hermione turned to face her least favorite teacher. What would Snape have to talk with her?

"Come to my office, please. Take a seat."

He was very polite, that was strange. Snape was never polite.

"Miss Granger," he cleared his throat loudly. Whatever he wanted to tell her, it was very difficult for him. "I've heard that you have come to defend Mr. Malfoy as he was attacked by your friends, Potter and Weasley, is this correct?"

What did he want to say? "Yes, I have."

"And, could you tell me… why did you tell Potter and Weasley to stop?"

She wouldn't have expected this. She didn't even know it by herself, but why did Snape bother? But the question was good. Why did she do it, really?

"Er.. I see it as my duty as a prefect–"

"So it's just because you're a prefect?", he looked quite disappointed and his voice got harsh again.

"I did it, because Malfoy didn't seem to defend himself. Maybe he wasn't able to, I'm not sure. It rather seemed to me…", she broke off. What was she talking about??

"Go on."

"he… it seemed as if he wouldn't care," then there was a long silence. "Maybe… Professor Snape?"

"Yes?"

"Erm.. Maybe you can answer this question… have you noticed that he has changed? I mean… no, just, forget it.. I'm sorry."

Snape didn't know if he should answer or not. What if she found out? "No, Miss Granger, go on. What d'you think?"

"It's just… I thought… Draco has been treated badly, not only by Harry and Ron. I don't know if anyone has noticed, but he was also beaten by the Slytherins. And I wondered… Why would they hate him, suddenly?"

"Miss Granger… I'm afraid I'm not allowed to answer this. But you can ask him yourself. Now, I still want to know the reason. Was it… pity?"

Why did Snape care? Was it pity? She just felt so angry when she saw Harry and Ron torturing Draco… Draco? Why Draco? It was Malfoy, right? The Malfoy, who called her mudblood.

"I-I'm.. it… Professor, I just don't know, what it was. Maybe it was pity. Yeah, this sounds ok, right? But you may rest assured that I'll never, never do this again.", her eyes got wet.

"Why?", why did he even asked? He knew why. But he wanted to see the reaction.

"Because… 'cause…" Hermione stood up and held her hands against her face. "I'm sorry", then she hurried out of the room.

'Great Severus. Just really great. Still bringing girls to cry, right?', thought Snape as he sat there alone again. But he knew what Draco had done to her, that she'll never save him again. He called her mudblood.

He didn't really understand why girls had to cry just because of a word. It was just a word, what was the bad in it, anyway? Maybe he just said it, because he always said it. Maybe he was just used to it. Or he didn't want to lose his face in front of the school. No, Draco had lost his face a long time ago. But there were worse things. And just because of this word…

Well anyway. It wasn't his problem, was it? His train had gone a long time ago.

~o~0~o~

A large hall, could be the great hall, but without the four large house tables. There weren't much people. Just a little group of young people on the other side of the hall, whispering. He stood alone, freezing, and wondering what do do

A person went away from the group and walked towards him. It was a girl in his age. Red hair, green eyes.

"Hello."

"H-hi!" he stuttered. "Who are you?"

She smiled at him. It was a kind, friendly smile. But she didn't answer.

"Are you Draco Malfoy?"

"Y-y-es, yes, I a-am."

She smiled again. "Do you know a person who's called Severus Snape?"

Draco shivered. She knew Snape?

"Y-yes, h-he's my t-t-teacher."

The girl laughed. Suddenly she seemed a lot elder than him.

"Snivellus, a teacher?" she still laughed. "Well, anyway, what does he teach you?"

"He t-teaches Potions and Defence-"

"Against the Dark Arts? Strange… well, ok, this were his best lessons, but… the Dark Arts… he should've left his fingers from this position…" she muttered more to herself than to Draco.

Then she turned to Draco again: "So, I hope he's a good teacher. Is he fair??"

"Erm… He's fair to Slytherins," Draco smirked and the women laughed again.

"So he still favours pure-bloods. Should've known… He will never change…", she muttered again, and it seems as if she were anywhere else. "Anyway, could you leave him a message from me?"

Draco just nodded.

"Tell him, that it has a reason if history repeats. Just tell him, will you?", the last words echoed through the hall, then the woman vanished and so did the hall.

Draco yelled after her: "Wait, wait, I don't know your name!" but he already sunk into dark emptiness.

~o~0~o~

Draco awoke. What a strange dream. He wondered who this woman was. Though her eyes were quite familiar. He didn't know but somehow he knew this eyes.

If he should tell Snape? The women sounded serious, and it seemed to be urgent, but.. it was just a dream. Snape would laugh at him. He never believed in dream predictions. He don't believe that this was anything important.

He looked out of the window. It was still dark outside, and he wondered what to do. He couldn't sleep. He wanted to do something. Today was Saturday, which means no lessons, and nothing to bother about. The 3 other boys in his dormitory were fast asleep. He'd never shared a room with Crabbe and Goyle, and now he was really glad he hadn't. The three other boys didn't like him anyway, but they don't go and beat him up just out of fun. They just ignored him.

He got dressed and then took a bag with some stuff for school in it, and as he went through the door and through an empty common room, he felt good. He could breath, he was free to do whatever he wanted.

He went to the lake. He loved this place. It was now completely deserted. That was great.

'Who am I fooling? Yes, it's nice, it's quite, it's beautiful. But it doesn't feel good. It isn't good, sitting here outside, watching the lake and feeling… alone.'

This word had a great effect on Draco. He have been alone his hole live. Even if he was surrounded by people, he felt alone. No one shared his thoughts, his emotions, his tears, his happiness.

'Oh, come off it, how depressing. Who needs a friend?'

'I do.'

He throw a stone into the lake. The lake gulped and it sank into the clear water.

He didn't want to learn anything for school. Why should he? One, there would be no one who's proud of him, if he gets good marks, and two: he doesn't need good marks for a job, because he was quite sure that he'll die soon. He wondered if he would ever finish school.

"Hope he'll kill me before N.E.W.T.s start.", he muttered and throw another stone into the lake.

"A little pessimistic, Mr Malfoy, don't you think?"

Draco winced in shock. He didn't notice anyone had come to join him. He clutched his chest and breathed hard. "Oh my god, Professor, you scared the shit out of me!" he said reproachfully. Since they talked in the hospital wing, he talked to Snape more like a father than a teacher.

"I'm sorry. So, what the hell are you doing at five o'clock in the morning at the lake?" asked Snape, looking rather pale.

"Couldn't sleep. Seems I'm not the only one," he looked at Snape for a short moment and then turned to the lake again. Snape set himself beside him. For anyone who would see them right now it would look more than strange. Severus Snape, the very least favorite teacher from everyone, known as slimy, greasy, filthy git, sat in the grass on the lakeside talking to his student.

"Draco…" he began, but he didn't really know what to say. He didn't know why he came here. When he awoke, he couldn't get back to sleep, and he thought he could spend some time alone, by the lake. It was his favorite place, but he didn't visit it very often anymore, since he was a teacher. But now he could use the time to talk to Draco. "You need help."

"What d'you mean?", acting the innocent wouldn't harm.

"You're awaiting death as if it would just knock at the door in this moment! Instead of that you're glad that you've survived the curse, you hope that your life is going to end as soon as possible. God, Draco, you're sixteen years old. It might sound cliché-like, but you've got your hole life in front of you. What the bloody hell is wrong with you??"

Draco was surprised about the sudden outburst of his teacher. He glared at him and thought about all the possible answers.

"It doesn't make any sense, does it? Of course I could enjoy the last bit of my life, but honest: as soon as I'm out of Hogwarts, he'll kill me, don't you think? I've betrayed him. I've destroyed his plans. He won't be pleased, and this is why I'm searching for some safety here in Hogwarts. But I can't hide here forever."

"Why not? I've done it."

"You're not living," Draco snapped. He regret this at the very moment the words left his mouth. He thought Snape will turn away from him now, he expected him to get angry. But Snape thought about it and then sighted.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Of course it's not everyone's thing to live here in Hogwarts forever."

Draco was perplexed.

"But, do me a favour, and don't get into trouble anymore. If he finds you, you can't do anything, but don't go and search for him."

They fell silent for a while, then Draco spoke: "I had a dream." Snape looked at him cunfused, but Draco went on "That's why I couldn't sleep anymore. I dreamed of a woman. And she said, she knows you."

Snape looked uncomfortable, but he listened excited. "Yeah? Who?"

"I don't know. She didn't say her name. But she said, you should've left your hand from the D.A.D.A position, and…"

Snape looked anxious. He didn't believe in dreams either, but maybe…

"… then she talked something about history repeating itself, and it has a reason…" Draco watched his teachers face going paler and paler.

"H-how did she look like?"

"She had dark read hair and vivid green eyes."

Snape looked like fainting. "Professor… are you alright?"

"Y-yes, yes, of course… just… just have to … kinda sort things out." Snape looked bewildered as he stood up and went towards the castle, muttering to himself.

A/N: I still want reviews, even if you tell me that you hate it. ;-) (but I admit that I like those who tell me that its good a little bit more)