A/N: Uh... What do I say? I have nothing to tell you. Just that I guess I'm listening to Kelly Clarkson, and sometimes what I listen to affects what I write, so that's why the mood is the way it is. Also, the one thing I want for Christmas from you is reviews.... pretty please? I can't change anything, or feel confident to keep writing if I dunno how I'm doing!

Disclaimer: See disclaimer on the first three chapters.

Hermione, did you get the extra stuff to McGonagall? Harry asked as the girl breathlessly returned to the common room.

Ron added. Because I'm starving, and we're been waiting for you!Does it look like I got it turned in? Hermione asked, holding the pile of papers in front of their noses. Would you like to help me get this stuff back upstairs?Why didn't you give them to her? Harry asked, taking an armful of her extra credit essay.

She..... wasn't there.Are you kidding? Ron said, taking a few random papers from the top of the pile. We had a pop quiz today. She must have still been grading papers.Well, she wasn't, okay? She must have finished early.Geez Hermione, you don't need to sound so defensive! Harry said.

she said, frowning. Just put them here. I'm starving, and I don't feel like sorting through them now.Wow, Hermione is turning her back on schoolwork! Ron said, seemingly fascinated.

Oh, shove off! she said, but still smiled a little. At least they weren't asking her about McGonagall. She didn't really want to tell them what she saw. At least not here when it was so quiet that anyone who was still in the house could here her.

They quickly went down to the Great Hall, and the first thing Hermione noticed was that neither McGonagall nor Snape was there yet. She shuddered at the thought of what they might be doing by now. But, at the same time, it made her smile. She liked love. It was sweet, and made you feel so... so something inside. It was unexplainable. But it was just weird to see a professor in love, let alone Professor McGonagall. And with Snape! Oh, of all the men in the world! It was so unpredictable. She wondered if Professor Dumbledore knew. He always knows what's going on, but somehow Hermione doubted he knew about this. Then, she thought of something. What if Harry had seen them together on the Maurader's Map? It seemed likely. Recently he'd found joy in just watching other people, which Hermione didn't agree with at the least. What a way to invade someone's privacy! Maybe she would ask him at dinner. And if he didn't know, maybe she would just tell him. After all, both Harry and even Ron told her everything it seemed.

They sat down and began to fill up their plate. Hermione also noticed Snape enter the Great Hall. A moment later McGonagall entered, her hair was down.

she said, still unsure whether she should even bring it up or not.

Did... did you see anything odd..... on the maurader's map? Recently?Uh... actually I did!Really. Well, you should really tell us because...You didn't know that Lavender and Seamus were down in the common room all night?What! Oh! No, I knew that, but I was thinking, maybe something else happened.Well, if something else happened, I didn't notice. I was too.... entranced. They were... very, er, close.Okay! Enough about Lavender and Seamus! I got it, I was.... Well, I don't know if I should tell you this.What is it? Ron asked. Please tell!Um.... Well, it's something to do with Professor McGonagall.I think she's having an... an affair with....ARE YOU SERIOUS! Ron cried. WITH WHO!

Hermione groaned, because she was aware Ron had drawn more attention to them. He just found out about the Lavender/Seamus thing, she assured everyone around her. Just like that, everyone turned back to their food. Wow,' thought Hermione. It really is old news.'

she stopped, a little scared someone was still listening, but no one was. With Professor Snape.

Ron opened his mouth, as though he was about to have another outburst, but Hermione slapped a hand over his mouth. Harry didn't make a sound. His jaw just dropped, but he looked a little clueless, like he didn't quite hear what she said, or didn't believe it.

I saw them when I came in to give her my essay. She was on the desk with him, and they were making out like crazy! I didn't stay to long. In fact, I just closed the door and ran.How did we not know about this? asked Ron.

I suppose they didn't want people to know, Harry said, and Hermione nodded in agreement.

Why not? Ron asked, frowning. What do they think we'll do?Well, I suspect what you did when you found out, Hermione said, referring to the yelling and jaw-dropping.

Good point, he said, relaxing in his chair.

They ate in silence for the rest of dinner, thinking a lot about the whole situation. It was weird for them to have the head of their house in love. And not in love with just anyone, but with the head of their rival house who loved more than anything to manipulate Gryfindors.

Maybe there was something deeper about them they didn't know, and maybe would never understand. A deeper layer of their personalities that just connected. Something that just pulled them closer and closer until their lips became unpartable, and their bodies wanted each other more than the air they breathe. It was something that none of them understood, but they were aware of it. They knew it had to be there, and they now knew how powerful it was. It was a part of falling in love.

So, for the next week, everything ran smoothly between McGonagall and Snape, and none of the three kids said a word about it again. At least, not until something happened.

It was only something to them. They had no idea what that something was. One day, Snape just disappeared.