May 22nd Sunday

7:30am

He's obviously gone.

Will not admit the ownership of Gaping Wound of Loneliness.

Noon

For the first time since the Mary-Sue-In-Loo incident, Ron's actually talked to me like a friend.

Actually, Mary Suewas shippedback to America. Good riddance, I say.

But now he wants me back as a girlfriend.

Hah. I'd rather snog Draco than ever do that again.

2:30pm

Found Draco for a quick snog. But no, the Ron thing is still quite unappealing.

4:00pm

No. Snape's still not back

May 28th Sunday

Chocolate Units 13 (in denial and distress), Days Until N.E.W.T.s begin 4, Dreams about Snape 7, Nice Dreams about Snape 7, Dreams in which Snape uses the word "pwetty" 0 (thank goodness)

Still not back

June 1st Thursday

3:00pm

Stayed up late last night studying for Charms and Muggle Studies N.E.W.T.s, and I think it paid off quite well. I can confidently say I now have two under my belt.

Erm…hopefully.

6:00pm

HE'S BACK!

7:10pm

And he's brought McGonagall with him. Well, I suppose we'll be able to have a decent Transfiguration lesson for once, at least.

7:20pm

He is incredibly sexy when he defeats Death Eaters.

All right, so Lucius is in Azkaban for using the Imperio curse on McGonagall (thank goodness, I would have killed her if this crush business was of her own will). Snape is back in my line of vision and acting incredibly humble about the whole situation.

I wonder if he would mind if I spontaneously appeared in his room with a sign around my neck that said, "I am yours?"

Hm…it's a thought.

I hope he won't distract me from my N.E.W.T.s.

Oh yes, and Harry has disappeared.

June 3rd Saturday

Harry is back! And the Dark Lord is finally dead! There is much jubilee right now, but fortunately Dumbledore is not letting it get in the way of our testing. I am now very happy, as no one was hurt in the defeating of Voldemort. It's nice to know we're all free now.

Well, I think. I believe I might have missed out on a lot in the past few days, what with Snape's return and all.

Forgot to help Harry.

All right, that resolution never happened.

June 5th Sunday

Must go to bed early tonight so I am well rested for Potions N.E.W.T.s tomorrow morning.

June 6th Monday

2:00am

Still up. Must reach perfection. Will go to bed in an hour. Will get up early and go to Snape's class at 7:00am to receive last-minute help.

Noon

DAMN IT! Must get to Potions now!

3:00pm

Great. Just wonderful. My future is ruined. Snape wouldn't let me retake them! My future is flushed down the girl's loo. I'll end up like one of those tarty hags by the Shrieking Shack, wearing a paisley shawl and fake teeth. Or like one of those old ladies on the telly that throw cats at people.

10:00pm

Amazed. Absolutely amazed. It was after dinner (I barely ate anything), and I was on my bed feeling sorry for myself when I heard a knock at the door.

"Go away," I muttered, sniffling.

"Dobby begs Miss Granger's pardon, but Dobby would like to speak to Miss Granger. Please let Dobby in."

Having no clue what he wanted -- I hardly ever saw the House Elf -- I allowed him in.

"Professor Snape would like to see Miss Granger, Madam," he said, bowing so low his nose touched the floor. "In Professor's classroom right away, Miss Granger."

He bowed again and left.

I decided to go. The worst thing that he could do was kill me. It would have at least saved me from becoming a tarty hag.

The warm glow of the candles, stationed by a cauldron and a rack of potion ingredients on a desk, surprised me as I walked into Snape's classroom. Written on the board was a long list of instructions. Three ancient-looking, rather tiredwizards with pieces of parchment sat at a table at the front of the classroom. Snape stood by his desk, statuesque, as his cloaks swirled around him like a wind.

I couldn't help it. The first thing that popped into my mind was "wow, he's rather fit."

"I thought you weren't going to let me…"

He gave a half smile, which I had once thought sinister but now seemed like one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen.

"How would I be able to live with myself," he whispered so the hard-of-hearing judges couldn't hear him, smirking. "If word got around that Professor Snape was going soft?"

I'll never let anyone call him a greasy git again.

I'm so glad he's back.

Not to mention I am also very happy that he has returned seemingly unharmed. And with his privates intact, hopefully.

I really hope no one ever reads this.

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