Chapter Five: Date with Snape

The sun rose with such brightness, that the whole school woke up early. All of the 6th year students talked excitedly about yesterday's dance. However, Harry wasn't one of those students. He didn't even want to mention the dance...
"Harry, mate, where did you go?" Ron asked during breakfast. "Hermione, what happened to you? Where did you go?" Harry and Hermione didn't answer back. They twiddled with their forks, in their food, and didn't look up.
When Harry nor Hermione answered, Ron continued, "I had the best time with Amilynn! It was so awesome! During the end of the dance, Amilynn said she had a great time and she said I was a great guy! Can you believe it? A girl, a real girl, likes me! Oh, yeah, I didn't tell you the best part, she she gave me kiss! Okay, it was only on the cheek, but still..." Ron inhaled. "So, what did you guys do?"
Harry and Hermione looked at each other. "Er... I have to er go to the...somewhere..." Hermione said not looking at Harry. She got up and left.
Ron looked at Harry for an explanation, but he just smiled weakly and shrugged. "So, let me go on," Ron continued, "Amilynn comes up to me "
"Er...Ron, how about you tell me later," Harry said gathering his things. "I have to go see Professor McGonagall about the O.W.L.S"
Harry wasn't lying. He really did have to go see Professor McGonagall about the O.W.L.S. She had told him to meet her in her office, before the dance. Harry knew exactly what she wanted with him.
"Er... Professor," Harry knocked on Professor McGonagall's open door. "Did you want to see me?"
"Yes, Potter," she said peering though her glasses. "You might recall that last year, I said that I will coach you day and night until you become an Auror?"
Harry nodded. Professor McGonagall was very anger at Umbridge that day, and promised Harry that she would work until he became one.
"You didn't get what you needed in your O.W.L.S. for Potions, Potter," she reminded him.
Harry wished she hadn't told him that again. He already had a lot to worry about...
"Potter, I was dead serious, I'm going to help you become one if it is the last thing I do!" she stood up and walked over the Harry. "Potter, I have arranged potion torturing for you with Professor Snape."
Harry's jaw dropped. How could she be doing this to him? He hated Snape, and Snape hated him. "But Professor "
"Potter, not may students get this opportunity. You are considered lucky, other students don't get second chances." Professor McGonagall explained.
"But I " Harry tried to argue.
"Potter! You are doing it!" she overruled. She sighed and placed her hand on his shoulder. "Listen, Potter, I know that you're not in the happiest mood of your life, but...I'm sure that...they...would have want you to do it. For your own good."
Harry looked at her, and nodded. She was right. His Mum, Dad, and Sirius would have want his to do it. To succeed. "Professor Snape will see you every Tuesday. He will tell you everything you need to know." Professor McGonagall finished.

Harry walked down to the Fat Lady. He was angry. He didn't care if he was the only one who got to improve his grade. He didn't care if didn't become an Auror. He didn't care what his parents of Sirius thought. They were dead.

"Hey, Mate," Ron said as Harry came down and fell in the armchair. "What did McGonagall want?"
Harry sighed. "She wants me to take extra Potion classes to improve my O.W.L.S results."
Ron gaped at him. "Can they do that?"
"I guess so," Harry said dully.
"That's great!" Ron exclaimed.
Harry gapped at him. "What? Why?"
"Harry, no one get second chances. Consider yourself lucky." Ron said really seriously. "You are the luckiest guy, mate."
Harry snorted. "I'm not even close to the luckiest guy, Ron, I so much crap to deal with."
Ron put his books down and leaned forward, eager to hear what Harry was going about on.
"First, everyone expects me to be this all powerful wizard, and they think that I have absolutely no flaws or problems. Second, this most feared wizard is out to kill me. Third, I have no parental references at all. Everyone who part of my family are dead, and they will never come back," Harry could hear his voice rising with anger, and the other students standing up to see what the commotion was about. "Dumbledore told the most frightening thing I could hear last year, and on top of all that, yesterday I " Harry caught himself, before he could tell Ron about Hermione and him.
"Calm down, mate," Ron said. "Listen, I didn't know it was like that."
"Well, now you do." Harry said quietly and sat down.
"Hey, I'm glad you told me," Ron said. "Listen, I just want you to know, that I will always be by you no matter what," Harry smiled at his best friend.

The amount of homework given to the students increased now that the fun was over. Each teacher kept reminding them that N.E.W.T.S year was this year, and they need to work hard. (This wasn't a surprise to the students.) The teachers stacked homework over homework.
Professor McGonagall had assigned essays on transfiguring butterflies back to their original state. Professor Binns had also assigned essays, but they had to write about the famous witches and wizards of the 19th -21st centaury. (Which was wired for Harry, because he knew that he would be writing about himself.) Professor Snape, on the other hand, wasn't given out much homework, Harry guessed that he was he was saving his energy for him.
Harry couldn't even copy the essay from Hermione anymore. It had been two days since Harry had given Hermione the kiss, and neither of them had spoken a word to each other; they were just to shy. Ron couldn't shut up.
"She was just saying how she Harry? Harry?" Ron said waving his hand in front of Harry's face.
Harry shook his head. "Er...yeah, sure." His mind had been somewhere else...
"Harry, what's wrong with you?" Ron said putting down his quill. "You've been acting very odd Harry! Is it You-Know-Who?"
Harry snorted. "Voldemort? My problem is way more complicated then Voldemort."
Ron flinched at his name, and then recovered. "Harry what's up? Come on, tell me!" Ron pressured.
"It's nothing, really." Harry picked up a book and started reading it (upside down.)
Ron got up, walked over to Harry, and snatched the book out of his hands. "Harry! I'm your best friend, if you're not going to tell me, who are you going to tell?"
Harry stared at him, and then looked down at his feet. "I-I kissed her."
Ron's brow raised. "That's it? You kissed a girl?" Ron exhaled and fell onto the couch. "Harry, you've kissed before. Why did you take so long to tell me?" Ron picked up a water bottle and took a long sip. "So, who was it?"
Harry knew that Ron was his best friend, and he knew that he could tell him anything, but he also knew that he couldn't tell him this.
"So, er...who was the famous wizard of the 20th centaury?" Harry said looking down at Professor Binns's essay, trying to change the subject.
"Er...I don't know," Ron said sarcastically, "maybe a sixteen year old wizard named...er what is his name...oh yeah, Harry Potter! And why are you changing the subject? Tell me!" Ron shouted.
"Er..." Harry said for a long time.
"Come on! Is it someone I know?"
"Er...maybe," Harry said breathlessly.
The Portrait of the Fat Lady swung open. Hermione entered the common room.
"Hello, Ron," she said. She looked over at Harry. "Er...h-hello, Harry."
"Hi," Harry said. He just gotten very interested in the mold growing on the floor, and was staring at it, fascinated.
There was an awkward silence between them. Harry kept staring at the mold, while Hermione just stood there looking up the ceiling. Ron took a long sip out of his water bottle, as he looked from Harry to Hermione and back to Harry, again.
Then, he finally understood. He spit all the water out, gagging and spraying Harry. Ron jolted his head towards Hermione and Harry. "D was you Herm Did you..." Ron couldn't find the right words. "I-It was Hermione?"

Harry walked down to Snape's room, at Noon on Tuesday. He dragged himself down to the room, and knocked on the door.
"Potter?" Snape's voice called. "Come in."
Harry sighed. He wouldn't have come if Ron and Hermione had pushed him into it. He pushed open the door. Snape was sitting down on his desk.
"Close the door, Potter," Snape said without looking up.
Harry closed the door. He was going to die in here, and nobody would know. Snape would confiscate his body, and tell the school that he ran away from school, and was now a sanitary engineer. Harry shook his head forcefully, and closed the door. He really had to stop making up these bizarre predictions.
Harry took a seat, and stared at Snape, who was still scribbling away. He wished he would say something, the silence was killing him.
"Potter," Snape said, still scribbling on his quill. "You know how lucky you are? Nobody gets these chances."
Harry nodded. Yes, he had known this, he had heard this a million times. Snape finally put his quill down and looked at Harry. "Potter, I should warn you, this is going to be hard...for you." This was no surprise for Harry; he stank at Potions. "You can barley do basic Potions, and I don't have any idea how you are going to O.W.L.S. Potions." Harry stared hard at Snape. How he hated him. "Take out a parchment and quill. Lets get started."
The next few hours was like a living hell, for Harry. Snape didn't make anything easy. He was always breathing down Harry's neck, and kept telling him that he was a complete idiot. Harry was never going back, but then he thought back to what Professor McGonagall and Ron had told him. "No one get second chances. Consider yourself lucky." He had no choice, but to stick with it.

Harry pulled himself back to the Gryffindor common. Ron and Hermione were sitting at the desks finishing their homework. Harry walked over and dropped down to the sit next to them.
"So, how was it?" Hermione asked. After blowing their secret to Ron, Harry and Hermione were more comfortable around each other, now. Ron had insisted them to tell him why they hadn't told him earlier, but they just said that they were scared at how he would react. The only thing Ron was scared of is seeing his two best friends snogging at breakfast.
Harry gave her a I-don't-want-to-talk-about-it look. "Oh," Hermione said. "It was that great."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione finished up their essays for Professor McGonagall, and then decided that they would visit Hagrid. They hadn't been down at his house in a while.

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