Disclaimer: You've heard it once, you've heard it twice. I OWN EVERYTHING!!! Ha ha ha ha ha ha! No, I don't, but I can pretend that I do. Wasn't very happy with the way this ended up the first time, so I rewrote this chapter. Next chapter should be on it's way soon.

Thank you: LorKel- thank you for reviewing, I tried to make sure they didn't cuss that much in this chapter.

Liz- Okay, I love smart-ass Draco too, so I'll try to get Draco back into his old way. Hmmm.. maybe a fight with Harry. or even better, Ron ^_^

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Miriel- * gasps* how dare you compare Draco with Mighty Whitey! * blows a raspberry * I'm just so sad.

Chapter 7: Snape, past memories

[Oh anyway, anyway you do it wrong I'm giving you my love; no it's never for sale]

He ambled in the dark hallways, a good ten feet behind the gothic potion master. His hand kept finding it's way up to his lips, running its fingers over the chapped redness. His cheeks were red too, and he smiled happily, a grin lingered on his pale face. He could see that up ahead, Snape was fuming in anger. Oh, what it was like to have your most prized student dragged down to a position to kiss the Gryffindor golden boy and be happy with it. Hell had frozen over, he was almost sure of it.
"Remember what I told you before Potter," he snapped at the love- struck boy. "I won't have you hurting him in anyway, or you'll be the next one."
"Are you threatening me Professor?" Harry asked, he felt as if nothing could drag him down from a moment like this.
Snape stopped and stared back at the raven hair boy. No one every talked back to him and got away with it. The nerve of the boy, to think that he was so much better then all of his classmates just because he had a stupid scar on his forehead. He was almost like his father. No, Snape took that back. Harry was the spitting image of James. Cocky, rule breaking, and always landing on the right foot, no matter what happened. He hated the boy, the boy who seemed to have life so easy compared to everyone else around him. He would never have to work for anything. Life would be served to him on a silver platter, whither he admitted to it or not.
"Yes, Potter, I am threatening you, so listen to everything that I have to say," Snape answered in his slow drawling voice. "I already warned you once tonight, but once is never enough to inflate your ego or get in through your thick skull. Draco Malfoy is my godson, and he is much like my own son. Don't get too close to him, if you hurt him, I will hurt you. An eye for an eye."
Harry stared at Snape for a moment, then another. He almost felt sorry for the man. He was very miserable in his life, and he had no other way to make himself happy then by lashing out at those around him. He dressed in black, had a formidable appearance, and never had anything close to a smile grace his very white face. He was always consumed by his work, for his classes, or for Dumbledore, never having a moment for himself. He could be a hero, but chose to live his life in exile, away from the glamour that life could bring.
"You don't have to hate me for being like my father," Harry said quietly, his voice echoed in the expanse of the carved hall. "I don't remember choosing to be like this when I was born, I don't think that you should hate me for something that I don't have any control over."
"You are whatever you are Potter, and I know that I can't change that. You'll never know the true reasons that I despised your father, those reasons I could never reveal to anyone. Just know that if you hurt Draco, you'll never be the same."
"I think that you should know that I never will hurt Draco, it's not on my to-do list."
Harry started walking again, Snape had no choice but to follow him down the hall, so make sure that he wasn't attacked or got into trouble. Aurors traversed the halls during the night with orders to attack anything that moved, even if it was a student. Of course, all they did was petrify, since Dumbledore wouldn't allow anything else in his school. The safety of the students came first at Hogwarts, it always would. Though, he wouldn't mind to see Potter petrified, Snape thought to himself with a nasty little grin. Poor defenseless Potter, hero of the wizarding world.
The Fat Lady loomed in the distance, she looked cross as Professor Snape and Potter approached her. With the curfew set at halt past seven, she didn't like to open past then. She smiled at Harry, and immediately opened the portrait for him, but glared at Snape and slammed her portrait shut as soon as Harry had entered. She kept her eyes trained on Snape, never blinking once, as if trying to remember why she was glaring at him at the first place.
"Ah, I remember you now, Severus Snape." She said mockingly. "At least I remember why I am never to let you into this common room again."
"I'm honored that you would remember something so pointless, so old." Snape snarled rather nastily (A/N: He's ssssooo cute when he does that!). "But you would do me a favor if you didn't disclose that piece of information to anybody."
"I'm not about to go blabbing Snape," she replied. She was obviously a Gryffindor during her time at school, no one else could glare at Snape like that. "Not that I want to save your name," she looked at him rather distastefully, "but I wouldn't want to ruin her name."
Snape mockingly bowed to the Fat Lady, and turned to leave the Gryffindor corridor, remembering his days past. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Look, there he is!"
"Harry, tell me it isn't true!"
"What's Blaise have that we don't?"
Harry looked around his common room in awe. It was obvious that they hadn't listened to McGonagall when she had told them to return to their schoolwork. In fact, it looked like they had crowded closer to the entrance, and were waiting to bombard the poor boy with questions and ranting as soon as he got back into the common room. He scanned the crowd for Ron and Hermione, or even Neville. Anyone familiar that wouldn't be hanging over him to ask questions.
"Come on Harry, just give us a little clue," Seamus prodded, pushing himself to the front of the crowd. "It won't hurt."
"Umm," was all that Harry could respond with.
"Tell us if it's true Harry."
"Umm, I'm still single." He stated rather flatly, trying to push through the swarms of people. "But I'm not looking for anyone, I want to stay single."
There was an audible sigh from across the common room, mostly from girls that were thankful he wasn't with Blaise, but sad that he wasn't looking into hooking up with anyone. Many of the spectators wandered back to their schoolwork, but a few looked on in interest. Harry started for his dorm room, but was waylaid at the staircase by Hermione and Ron. Hermione looked at him with a smile on his face, while Ron looked puzzled as normal.
"Come on, let's go up to your dorm room," Hermione said, pushing Ron and Harry ahead of her on the staircase.
"But Hermione, you're not allowed in the boy's rooms," Ron protested.
"I know that very well Ronald Weasley, but I'm a prefect," She retorted testily. "I can break a few of the rules every now and then too."
They headed up the staircase and then into Ron and Harry's room. It was empty, thankfully, but clean. Harry speculated that the house elves had been up to clean again. Harry sat on the edge of his bed, while Ron sat on the floor and Hermione perched on the ledge by the window.
"Why did McGonagall want to see you earlier?" Ron asked.
"Madam Pomfrey wanted to make sure I wasn't having head aches anymore," he said evasively.
"I thought she said that Snape wanted to talk to you."
"Yeah, he's working on a new potion for head aches and Madam Pomfrey wanted to test it on me."
"Sure she did. It's okay Harry, you don't have to tell us if you don't want to." Ron said.
Harry sighed and flopped back down on his bed. He stared at the top of his velvet red canopy, his hand caught intertwined in his hair.
"Ron, it's not that I don't want to tell you," he said, pulling himself up and looking his best friend in the eye. "I just don't think that you're ready to know yet." He paused. "I've been sworn to secrecy, but I will tell you when I'm ready to tell you."
Ron didn't say anything, but stood up and walked over to his bedside. He picked up his Divination book and headed for the door. His skin was starting to turn red, flushed with anger.
"Okay Harry, you can tell me when you're ready," Ron fumed, opening the door. "Just don't count on me being there for you until then."

TBC..

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