Okay- first, many apologies. I think I've said this, but the first five chapters are not mine. I was trying to redo them because the person that wrote them was not a big Harry Potter fan, but more of a YYH person, and I gave up.I personally, am not flawless in my YYH facts and such. I am a fan, I just never get to watch it any more. Also, I don't have his notes or anything, so I'm making it up as I go along. I don't have a clue what's going to happen, and I'm more worried about making this seem correct from both fandoms. Bleh, long AN. Here's the long awaited story:

Severus Snape's Roommate- Chapter the Sixth

Youko had a headache. Actually, he had two headaches. One was named Harry Potter, the other Draco Malfoy. He couldn't get them to shut up. Koenma knew why, but the wouldn't shut up. They had been kept after class for dueling in class, but Yoko had yet to figure out what a detention was, or how you give them.

"Children. Shut up," he said, his voice quiet and his face serious. They both closed their mouths and Yoko was relieved that they were smart enough to finally shut up. He was worried that they were like Kuwabara, who wouldn't take a hint if it slapped him in the face.

"Now. You-" he said, pointing at Draco- "Are going to tell me what a detention entails."

Draco gulped and said, "Usually, a detention is assigned my a teacher and the matter is referred to their head of House. The actual detention varies. It could be manual labor or writing lines or something of the sort."

"Right. Now, you're in Slytherin, correct?" Yoko said, and Draco nodded.

"Okay- your head of house is Snape, correct?"

Draco nodded.

"Very good. I won't even have to find him," Yoko said, "You may go- Drake? Dragon?"

"Draco, sir."

"Right."

As Draco turned and left, Yoko studied the remaining boy.

"Now, you've got a problem, correct?"

He nodded.

"And you want to go to the demon world to sort it out?"

Another nod.

"You don't know what you're asking."

Shrug.

"Look, I can't get you into demon world. I could give you some extra training, but you won't like it."

Sour look, but nod.

"My powers and yours both originate from the same source, what you would call you're energy wells. I'll never be able to use a wand, but you should be able to at least mimic some things I can do. I've been talking with Professor Snape, and he's got some theories. Actually, your name came up when we were talking. He really doesn't hate you as it seems."

Shrug.

"Please talk. At least tell me what happened with Mr. Malfoy there," Yoko said, unnerved by the silence.

"He was just Malfoy being Malfoy. He insulted someone recently dead, and I over reacted. I need to show more restraint. Also, I had a question. Do the Gryffindors seem up to par on their Defense? I might be restarting a Defense Club so I need to know if you think it necessary."

"The ones in the red were fine. I'm worried about the green ones though. I take it they weren't in your club?"

"The Slytherins were not, last year. They will be this year."

"Ah. Well, I'll talk to the Headmaster about the training and- oh, who's your head of House?"

"Professor McGonagall."

"The cat?"

"Er- the cat," Harry said and walked out of the room, hurrying to his next class.

Yoko slid off his desk and opened the door to admit he next class. It was first years, of the blue and yellow houses. Absently, Youko noted he couldn't recall the name of the houses. The class was quite annoying, as they were all in fear of him, and some of the blue ones wouldn't stop asking him questions about his tail and such. In retrospect, he couldn't believe the first class hadn't mentioned them, but they seemed used to that sort of thing.

After the class was over, only one person was seriously injured by the hex they were learning, a Hufflepuff, he learned. He had a break before lunch, so he decided to seek out Dumbledore.

TBC

More soon, I swear! Don't kill me!