Author's Notes:
My apologies... I did say I'd update around early Sept, didn't I? I've no excuse since I honestly did procrastinate on updating. Anyway - I've edited my previous chapters a bit, so hope you're all happy with that! I might do a final edit later on and cut out all the unnecessary stuff like the A/N and end notes.
I know I use Harry and Darron interexchangably, but that's to separate when he's acting like Harry and when he's acting the part of Darron. As for whenever someone else is looking/thinking about him, he's Darron. Hope that clears up some confusion.

Disclaimer:
As usual... the stuff that you can find - name/plot/otherwise - in the 5 books currently out aren't mine.

Confession

It was late morning by the time Harry woke up from his deep slumber. It had been a long time since he had slept properly without any nightmares or Voldemort-induced visions. Smiling in sleepy contentment, he pulled the warm object in his arms closer, only to feel and hear it grunt. Startled, he glanced down, saw the long curtains of black hair and prominent nose, and reacted before his brain caught up with him. He shoved the other boy off his bed and screamed, "Snape!"

Severus Snape fell on the ground with an "oaf". The room, dimly lighted from his entrance last night, was freezing cold after the combined warmth of the blanket and Darron. He pushed himself up and glared at his roommate who was still in bed. After a few seconds, Harry finally became Darron and he began to blush, remembering how they shared a bed last night and not even a month ago, he was just Snape.

"I, uh... I," Darron stammered, his face flushed.

Severus merely ignored him and went to his side of the room, wondering what he was doing on Darron's bed in the first place. At the moment, his sleepy brain was blissfully ignorant of the recent knowledge that Remus Lupin, one of the hated Gryffindors, was a werewolf who nearly killed - or turned - him.

"Look, I just... I... I'm sorry, OK?" Darron exploded, frustrated and flustered at his difficulty in speech. "I'm sorry I hexed you like that, that was uncalled for, but I just... I... I... argh!"

Severus' lips twitched at the last scream of frustration, but as his back was to his roommate, Darron did not see the twitch. Neither did Severus see Darron throw his hands in the air in defeat. Silence fell in the dim room as Darrn attempted to sort his thoughts into words and Severus went around, getting changed and packing his bag. Confused, he frowned at his torn, tattered, muddied and bloodied robes, wracking his brain to remember what happened.

"I'm sorry about that, too, you know," Darron said softly, somewhat mournfully.

Severus ignored him, still focused on his robes.

"I... I'm sorry you had to go through what you did, I'm sorry that Sirius and James and them are always so mean to you, I know how it feels to be bullied."

Eyes widening in shock, Severus went into hyperventilation as everything assulted his mind at once. The memory was too much and he wished that he had never remembered it. His vision began to grow dark from lack of oxygen and he unknowingly sank to his knees. The world was lost to him as his mind was caught up in memories. He did not hear Darron's frantic screams nor did he realize that the other wizard had moved to his side.

Frightened, Darron hesitantly reached out a hand and tapped Severus lightly on the shoulder. The result was instant, as Severus leaped up, grabbed Darron by the throat and slammed him on the stone floor as he pulled out his want and pointed it at Darron's head. Caught unaware, Darron could only wheeze and feebly scratch at the hand on his throat.

Returning to reality, Severus straightened and smirked, "How does it feel now?"

Rolling on to his hands and knees, Darron coughed, gasped, and puffed a great deal before he rasped out, "I fully deserved that."

Severus was shocked by did nothing as Darron gingerly stood. He reached up and softly felt his throat for bruising, but couldn't tell if it was just sore or if there was a bruise.

"Don't talk about those prats if you know what's good for you!"

Darron turned to look at Severus, but he was back to ignoring his roommate. Sighing, Darron knew he had to explain himself if he was to get Severus to talk to him civilly.

"I... know what happened," he whispered.

Severus ceased his movements but didn't turn around.

Gulping, Darron continuted, "I'm here because of a prophecy." Here, he laughed hollowly, "My whole life is run by prophecies, from before I was even born down to now. Never mind that, eitehr way, I'm here, and in the normal path of things, I'm not even supposed to be here."

Severus had not moved, but Darron knew that he was listening.

"You were right, you know, my name isn't Darron and I don't have amnesia. But if I even say a word of what I knew, it would be a disaster. You understand that, don't you? Of needing to hide what you know because it's too dangerous otherwise?"

Finally, Severus turned around. He stared at Darron without his usual scowl or sneer, just a blank, impassive face.

Sighing for what seemed like the millionth time in the last 24 hours, Darron went on, "Look, I... I knew that Sirius was going to pull that... outrageous prank on you, but I just didn't know when. Look, they don't even know that I know! I can't tell you anything else without jeopardizing everything. I just want us to be friends, or at least on speaking terms, because it'll be a very long two years if we're forever ignoring each other. Please?" He held out his hand, desperately wishing that Severus will take it.

The taller Slytherin stared at the offered hand in mistrust before grabbing it. "Truce, for now, anything else you'll have to earn yourself." Quickly dropping the hand, he returned to his task of preparing for the day. Darron watched him for a while before shrugging and did the same. Turning, he glanced at the clock and gasped.

"It's nearly lunch time!"

End Notes:
Well, I've finally updated. Hope you guys like it! Please read & review!
A bit short, but I've just realized that a later chapter that I had half typed out ("the return of Darron" - Darron's point of view on Hallowe'en Day in Harry's sixth year) just got completely deleted.... -cries- Now I'll have to re-do the whole thing! And I barely remember it, I had such a good section typed out, too!!!