*For those of you who read chapter 6, you might notice that it's changed. We uploaded the wrong chapter so…just act like you didn't read it, okay? Er…here's the chapter you already read but read out-of-order…sorry for the confusion or whatever I (Tavia, because she's the illogical slow one) may have caused you.

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"This is going to be horrible…I just know it." Harry said as Ron sneaked into Snape's classroom and put the note in the place of the missing diary. Harry's hands were trembling as he held the map. This was one of the things Harry thought he'd never have to deal with in his entire life...dealing with the fact that his fully-grown teacher and a disgusting infatuation over his best friend? Harry's pulse quickened and he struggled for breath. But before Harry could get much more nervous, Ron came bolting out of the room.

"HE'S IN THERE!"

"WHAT?!?"

Before Harry could entirely comprehend what Ron was telling him, the door burst open and a very angry Snape focused his bloodshot eyes upon Harry and Ron. He held a half empty bottle of dry gin in his hand and his blue collar shirt was unbuttoned exposing his chest. His long greasy hair was as dreary as ever and his unshaven face was an object of absolute terror.

"POTTER AND WEASLEY!"

Ron and Harry screamed and ran up the staircase to their dormitories and didn't stop running until they'd gotten into their beds and locked the door.

"OH MY GOD!"

"Shh!" Neville said, tossing in his bed. The boys looked at each other and resumed their conversation.

"Ron..he saw us! He saw us! He knows it's us!" Harry said frantically as Ron collaped on the floor panting.

"I know Harry…I know! What are we going to do?"

"I don't know Ron…I have no idea…Oh I knew this was a bad idea-"

"You knew? I kept saying the whole time what a bad idea it was! And you-"

"Don't you dare blame me, Ron! If you'd made sure the room was secure in the first place-!"

"Alright…this isn't helping. Fact of it is, he knows it was you and I who sent the note! We have to go to class tomorrow, Harry! How on Earth?!?"

"I dunno, Ron. Merlin's beard…"

"I guess all we can do is wait until tomorrow. I mean…we can't really do anything about it, now, can we?"

"I suppose you're right. Just go back to sleep."

"Okay." Said Harry curling under his covers as the vision of an obviously drunk Professor Snape loomed in his mind…