Hermione rushes into the common room in hopes of finding Harry. He didn't show up at Lunch and she was worried. She glances around and with a small triumphant sound she moves over to him. "Harry. Are you ok?"

Harry blinks and looks up at Hermione. "Ya Mione I'm just a little tired. What did I miss in Potions?"

Hermione sits down beside him and tucks her feet up under her. "Just the Potion that we have been working on. We didn't get to finish it since Professor Snape was called out of class early. So you should be able to catch up tomorrow." She eyes her friend. "Are you sure your ok?"

Harry chuckles. "I'm fine. Dumbledore just wanted to talk to me about my plans after school. Since I wasn't real sure about them he left me go early." He offers her a small forced smile.

Hermione leans over and places a kiss on his cheek. "As long as your sure. Maybe we should head down to the kitchens. The house elves can make us some lunch."

Harry nods and stands. "Sure. Let's go. We have a free period after lunch so we have plenty of time to eat." He exits through the portrait hole and heads down to the kitchens only to find his leg being hugged, tightly. He looks down and smiles at the small house elf. "Hello Dobby."

Dobby smiles up at Harry from his place wrapped around his leg. "Oh hello Harry Potter sir. Dobby is so happy to see you. Can Dobby get you and the Ms something to eat?"

Harry nods before he sits down at the large wooden table. "Have a seat Hermione. It'll be a while before Dobby argues some food off the other elves for us." He says with a smile.

Hermione chuckles and plops down beside Harry. She looks around the kitchen and sighs. "Can I ask you something Harry?"

Harry blinks. "Sure. Go ahead. You've never asked before. And you don't have to."

Hermione blushes. "Well. Um. Have you ever considered asking me out?" She asks quietly.

Harry looks down at his hands. "Several times. But I knew you liked Ron so I didn't want to mess things up for you two."

Hermione smiles. "Ron was my friend but nothing more. It was more of a brother/sister love than a girlfriend/boyfriend love. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"I can't believe Dumbledore had the nerve to send Ron on that mission. He should of known that Ron wasn't ready. He didn't have the proper training." Harry says coldly.

Hermione lays a hand on Harry's arm. "Ron wanted the mission. He was to stubborn and he kept pressuring Professor Dumbledore to send him." She looks at him funny. "What is this about Harry? You've never really talked about Ron since his death."

Harry opens his mouth to answer but snaps it shut when he see's two people enter the kitchens. It was Professor Snape and Emma. Harry smirks at the black haired Professor. "So Dumbledore got you to take care of the kid? Lucky you." His voice is laced with sarcasm.

Severus Snape frowns at the boy before picking Emma up and setting her on a chair beside Hermione. "20 points from Gryffindor for your unnecessary comment. And yes. I offered to care for young Emma since her brother don't seem to be remotely interested in her well being." His voice is cold and emotionless.

Hermione smiles at the small girl. "Hello there. Is your name Emma?" She asks softly.

The little girl smiles at Hermione before glancing warily at Harry. "Yes. My name is Emma and I'm this old" She holds up four fingers.

Snape glares at Harry who had turned away from the child and was now hovering on the other side of the room. Severus strides over to him and grabs him roughly by the shoulder. "Perfect Potter can't handle the fact that he will have to share the spot light. How sad." Snape hisses out.

Harry narrows his eyes at the Slytherin head of house. "It would be good for your health to keep you nose out of other people's business, sir." He spits out.

Snape lets go of Harry's shoulder and takes a step back. He never heard Harry threaten anyone before. "50 points from Gryffindor making the total 70 points. Take kindly to watching your works, Potter." He turns and heads back over to the child.

Harry bites his lip to keep himself from losing more points. He calmly walks back to Hermione and sits. He grabs a piece of bread off the table which was now covered with food. He takes a bite and begins to chew, slowly.

Hermione blinks. "Harry. What's gotten into you today. It's not like you to lose 70 points in one day. I thought you wanted us to win the house cup?"

Harry snorts but doesn't say anything. He eyes Emma out of the corner of his eye. Then something clicks. He turns his head and looks directly at Snape who was standing guard over the small girl. His eyes then move to the little girl. "Bloody hell. She looks like you, Snape. The kid looks like Snape." He says with a hint of (ok a whole lot of) disgust in his voice. He turns pale and drops the bread to his plate.

Snape blinks at the boy. What was he saying. Emma was a Potter not a Snape. Even though the child did resemble him slightly. "Potter. Keep your irrational thoughts to yourself." He snaps.

Harry quickly rises to his feet. "She looks like you. No need to deny it. I knew right off the bat that she wasn't a Potter. She doesn't even look like my father. Not one slightest bit." His eyes widen as it sinks in. "When the bloody hell have you seen, let alone, slept with my mother?"