Disclamer: This thing is called fanfiction. Fan-Fiction. Ofcourse Harry Potter does not belong to me, you dope! ;)

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Chapter 1: thinking back

Looking back on that fateful day for Severus Snape was always accompanied by a considerable amount of the deepest self loathing. Of all the horrible mistakes he had done throughout his life, the old saying applied to this one like to no other:

He should have known better.

At night, when peacefully stalking the darkened hallways of Hogwarts in search of the walking stress relievers, dutifully referred to by the staff as students, though devil only knew, how those brainless masses of quidditsch-obsessed, hormone-crazed, acne-faced teenagers could bear such a descripion, he would occasionally stumble over a small gathering of giggling female Hufflepuffs. And that was what would remind him day after day: After all the years he had been teaching those dangerous enigmas…

He should have known better.

He still rememberd the way that day had started.

The early morning had found him in his chambers. But unlike his usual days, on that particular day he was not to be found alone. The pleasent company he had found himself in was that of a particulary nasty cold. Member of the Order of the Phoenix, most feared Professor of Hogwarts' School of Witchcraft and Wizardy, Head of Slytherin House Snape did not have colds! But the middleaged man that was Severus Snape obviously did.

Feeling utterly humilated and ashamed of himself he had taken what had to be the first irregular day off he had ever had in his time as a teacher. Ofcourse, considering the bad significance of such a day,

He really should have known better.

He had spent the day in his chambers, moodily brewing his own medicin, as noone aside from the headmaster, who in turn did not have the time for such trivialities, had taken it upon themselves to offer him any help. He would not have accepted it, naturally, no, he would have laughed them in the face for offering HIM help with BREWING, but the fact that noone had tried was depressing none the less. It were, after all, the little things, that counted.

It was, therefore, one extremely bad tempered, albeit potion-healed, potions master, that was stalking down the halls on that very Tuesday afternoon after curfew.

Twenty points from Ravenclaw, thirty five points from Hufflepuff, sixty eight points from Griffyndor and nine hysterical students later Severus Snape was on his last strall towards the Great Hall, thinking of calling it a night after that last check up. Mind you, his ever so strong feeling of duty alone was guiding him toward such a destination, since not even the most incompetent student in the history of Hogwarts had ever managed to demonstrate such a lack of brain power, as to choose that place as a hideout for the night. Not once. Not until then.

All things considered, the very presence of faint girlish giggling in one of the side corridors should have sent him screaming and kicking back to his dungeons to never emerge from again until the next day arrived. Reality, being the bitch she was, would have had none of that.

Come morning students would blame the deadly shrieks of that night on the many ghosts inhabiting the old castle. Severus on the other hand would never forget the combined scream of several petrified Hufflepuffs. Amazing, what his shadow together with the right lighting could do to a bunch of students.

If gifted with the slightest traces of intelligence, that brown haired girl would not have dropped The Paper. If given the smallest amount of intuition, he would have ignored the panic striken glances of the four scared girls as his hand had picked up the object.

He knew it the moment his snarl had left his lips. He knew it the very second his eyes had strayed to the offending thing. And he knew it too late:

He. Should. Have. Known. Better.

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For those of you who did not get it: Severus hereby has officially found The Picture. Let's see his reaction in the next chapter, shall we?

If you find any mistakes in my writing, let me know. I know I have them.

I really should get a beta reader, but on the other hand my writing isn't actually worth the trouble. XD R&R if you like. ;)

Anyway…

Next:

chapter 2 Gross! Snape's drawing smutt?!

Snape finds the picture. And Harry finds… ;D