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Chapter 2. Just fools can love

Severus hated to teach Gryffindor's seventh-years. Today wasn't any different. He watched when Malfoy and his friends entered the classroom followed by a red-faced Potter. He had, of course, duelled with Malfoy or someone. Then Granger came in, and what in holy God had happened to her hair? It looked like somebody had crushed at least ten eggs on top of her head. She looked like she could blow something up. Severus shook his head and with his usual voice he said, "Miss Granger, I suggest that you take whatever you have in your hair away or leave the lesson."
"But Professor, I can't; it won't dis…"
"Then you leave the classroom," he said, and she rose up from her desk. "And ten points from Gryffindor."
When Granger had left, Severus watch the class. Potter looked like he would explode.
"Was there anything you wanted to say, Potter?"
"No."
"No, what?" How Severus enjoyed doing this.
"No, Professor."
"Then perhaps we might begin?" he asked obviously not looking for an answer.
He turned to the board and with flick of his wand, the recipe of Draught of the Living Death appeared.
"What are you waiting for?" he snarled. "Begin!"

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Hermione didn't know what to do; the mess in her hair wouldn't go away. Malfoy had cast a permanent spell on her and now her hair looked like Snape's. So why did he say anything, he didn't look better himself! And where would she go. Madam Pomfrey? No, she was a healer. Not a cleaner. Professor McGonagall? And what would she do? Professor Flitwick? Come on! Then she couldn't help her tears falling down her cheeks. She ran off to the nearest girl's toilet and locked herself in.

After three hours in the library, she found the spell to take the Snape-hair away. It wasn't an easy spell, but as she was Hermione she had no problem making it work. She wondered for a while if it was a spell, just like Malfoy's, that made Snape's hair look like that. And if so, who had done it to him? Hermione wondered why she even cared about Snape's hair.

And then one day
One magic day he passed my way
And while we spoke of many things
Fools and kings
This he said to me

There it was, the same melody as yesterday. It couldn't be another. Irritated, Severus returned to the essays he was checking and without knowing it himself he started to sing the melody. It wasn't before he wrote a 'D' on the last essays, Harry Potter's, that he heard himself singing. What on earth had happen to him? If this didn't stop he might become such a fool like Longbottom, a fool who can love.