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A/N: This chapter is a flashback. I will not be going on and on about what Snape says to Ginny in the Astronomy Tower cos I wanna keep you guys in suspense! –hehe, I know I'm evil-

-Receives knock on head by some moron- "You just don't know what to write about. You and your excuses!" –scoffs- "You're just having writers' block!"

Dark Aspiration: "I am not having writers' block. You big, ugly git. I really do wanna keep them in suspense!" –pouts-

Moron –rolls eyes- : "I believe you. And don't me up as moron in your fic! Refer to me as the cute, sexy, irresistible guy who wants to be your boyfriend."

Dark Aspiration: "You're so crap. Just finish my assignment for me cos I need to type up my fanfic. If you're good, I'll make you happy later." –grins mischievously-

Big, ugly moron rolls eyes but shuts up, burying his head in MY pile of assignments.

Here is the next part of my chapter!!!! Enjoy!!!!

"I do not remember permitting the indulgence of magazines within my dungeons." Professor Snape's voice sounded. Half a

dozen heads swiveled in the direction of Ginny Weasley and Luna Lovegood, who had been sitting at their bench, with an

open magazine in their laps.

"Accio magazine." Professor Snape said with a wave of his wand. The magazine flew from their hands into his. His gaze

lingered momentarily on its cover. "Ah...Mr. Potter seems to have made a name for himself. Always putting himself in the

limelight. It is no wonder that he has grown increasingly thick headed." He tossed the magazine carelessly onto his table and

turned his back, facing the black board. "If the both of you will grant us the honour, I would suggest that you produce the

potion by following the instructions on the board." He flicked his wand and immaculate writing appeared on the board. Ginny

felt a rise of indignation. Professor Snape had always been a meddlesome git. But he had gone too far this time. He had no

right to insult Harry. After all, Harry was the one who saved the wizarding world from the wrath of Lord Voldemort. He had

also saved Professor Snape from being killed him. This had deepened Professor Snape's hatred towards the Potter name.

Professor Snape slowly made his way towards the benches, leaving comments which left the students near tears or throw

looks of loathing at his retreating back. He reached Ginny's bench. "Ah... Ms. Weasley, I see that you did not bother to pay

attention to my instructions. Can you not read?" Ginny gulped, as she saw her potion turn a murky brown colour, while

everyone else's was a pale blue. She turned her gaze towards the board in the front of the dungeon and read each line. She

had forgotten to put in moonstone! "I'm sorry, professor." She muttered. He nodded, with a grim smile on his face, and

waved his wand. Her cauldron was emptied. "No marks for you." He went to the front of the dungeon. Ginny felt her cheeks

grow a bright red. Luna threw her a sympathetic look. The bell rang, signalling the end of the class. Ginny watched everyone

pour samples out into flasks before leaving them, marked on Professor Snape's table.

She trudged out, her bag slung casually on her shoulder. Luna caught up with her, with Mary-Ann on her other side. "He was

just so mean. I can't believe it! He always does that to you in his class." Luna said in her dreamy voice. Mary-Ann kept

quiet. Ginny fumed. Professor Snape was in the Order, as her parents and brothers. They were all standing on the same line.

Why did he have to act the way he did?

"Oh my god! The magazine!" Her hand flew to her mouth. It belonged to Mary-Ann and it was a limited edition of the latest

fashions on the Witches Runway. "I'm so sorry, Mary-Ann! I promise you I'll get it back!" Mary-Ann sniffed slightly.

Quidditch practice was terrible that day. In fact, it had been that way for the past few weeks. The team was trying to fill in the

empty seeker's position and the people who had turned up for the try outs were mostly slow on their brooms and even more

so in their reflexes. They just had to send Colin Creevey to the hospital wing after he had managed to fall from his broom

while he was still 15 feet above the ground. Madam Pomfrey was not at all pleased to see her hospital wing, which she

normally managed to keep immaculately clean, filled with eight people covered head to toe in mud and dripping little rivers of

water onto the ground. Ginny was appointed the Gryffindor Captain, and she wanted to keep the tradition of winning the

House Cup. She was determined not to let Harry down. Still dressed in her muddy robes, she made her way to the

dungeons.

A flickering candle indicated that there was still someone in the dungeon as she knocked on the door timidly. "Enter." She

gulped as she pushed open the door.

"Excuse me, professor. I was just wondering..." The words got stuck in her throat. The dungeon was dark and damp, and

the shadows on the wall were illuminated by only the naked candle, and it made the dungeon look even more foreboding.

Professor Snape was seated at his table, which was covered by rolls and rolls of parchment. "Yes? Carry on. I do not have

time to watch you twitch around while you make a mess out of my dungeon grounds." He said evilly, his hand perched on top

a parchment. She glanced down to realise that a small puddle of water had started to accumulate around her. "Professor... I

was just wondering...If you could return the magazine you confiscated from me this after. You see...It doesn't belong to me.

It's Mary-Ann's and she really wants it back. I would be glad to be sent to detention if you want." Ginny rushed.

Professor Snape let his gaze linger on her face, before standing up and walking towards her. He was considerably tall,

compared to Ginny, who had more or less inherited her mother's stature height wise. "I never return confiscated objects. I

have made myself quite clear in that matter this afternoon. You were not paying attention in class and managed to make a fool

out of your failed attempt of a potion. I do not see any reason in returning that set of filth back to you." He said as he paced

around her. "Your brothers and their friends have never taken my classes seriously. I have extended the same courtesy to

them as I have to you. So, if you may, leave now or I will send you to detention."

Fury bubbled over her. The words burst out from her mouth before she could even stop herself. "YOU BIG, SLIMY GIT!

STOP INSULTING MY FAMILY AND HARRY! HE RISKED HIS NECK TO SAVE YOU! YOU SHOULD AT

LEAST SHOW SOME GRATITUDE INSTEAD OF ACTING THIS WAY!"

A moment of silence. She gasped at herself. Professor Snape looked at her. "20 points from Gryffindor and a week's

detention." He said finally and turned his back towards her. She gaped. "You can't do that! I'm holding Quidditch tryouts this

week!"

"I can and I already have. I recommend that you leave now, Ms. Weasley or risk my displeasure." He said without turning

back to face her.

"Don't assume that just because Professor Dumbledore trusts you, makes you popular. Everyone here hates you! You're

always lurking around, like a thief. Your hair is slimy and you smell bad. You were a Death Eater and nothing you do will

change that fact. You'll always be lonely. No one loves a pathetic potions master!!" She did it again. The words had just

spilled from her mouth.

Professor Snape turned around, without looking at her once, he marched over to the door and threw it open. "Get out." He

growled.

She hiked up her robes and ran as fast as her legs could carry her. She was in trouble.

Snape returned to his seat and sat down heavily. Ginny Weasley's words had had a certain effect on him. He had always

been a loner. His interest in the dark arts was an accident which turned into an obsession. He had believed that the Dark Arts

would protect him from the harshness of the world. He had grown up being abused by his sister and mother, and lacked a

father figure in his life. When he had entered Hogwarts, he was set aside by his fellow classmates for his appearance and

made a fool by the Marauders- Sirius Black, James Potter, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew. His loathing for company grew

and grew.

The only time he had felt strong and in control was when Lord Voldemort made the mark on his arm. He was feared by all.

But that was the past.

Snape sighed and started to tidy his table. His fingers touched the glossy cover of the magazine he had

confiscated from Ginny Weasley and her friend that afternoon.

What would it feel like? To have friends to whisper to in class and exchange secrets? To have someone to tell your worst

fears and happiest secrets? He suddenly wondered.

Moron: "Viv..I'm hungry. I wanna have maccas."

Dark Aspiration: "Quit complaining. I wanna write the next chapter." –stomach rumbles-

Moron – grins- "C'mon. Let's go get food now. You can write it later."

A/N: Well... I have gastric problems so can't help but continue this later. Don't pelt me yet. This story is not completed !!