The weeks flew by and June was soon upon them, along with some fine weather. Draco was finally released from the hospital wing, but despite the warm weather was rarely seen in anything less than a jumper and his robe. Defence against the Dark Arts lessons were being taught by Snape when Lupin was incapacitated, and Professor McGonagal was back teaching Tranfiguration.

It was a warm Friday afternoon, last lesson and the sixth years were sitting in the Defence classroom. Snape had told them he had work to do, and that he doubted he could cram anymore information into our pathetically small brains if he tried and so they'd do best to begin revising for their exams.

Hermione, Ron and Harry were sitting in the back corner of the classroom with their text books out quizzing each other, joined surprisingly by Jas and Malfoy.

"I wonder what Dumbledore's gonna' do with me this summer." Harry mused aloud. It was something he'd been thinking about for a while, but hadn't yet voiced. "Will living at the Durseleys still protect me once I'm of age?" he wondered, Hermione looked about the respond when a silky voice interrupted from behind them.

"That doesn't sound like revision to me Mr. Potter." He sneered. "Five points from Gryffindor." He said, then much quieter, "I believe you are staying with your relatives until your birthday when you shall be moved to Order Head quarters."

"Thank you sir." Harry said quietly with a grateful smile, Snape nodded curtly before sweeping around the rest of the classroom checking on the rest of the students.

"Has hell frozen over or something? Snape was just nice to you, and we're sitting with Malfoy." Ron said amusedly. "No offence." He said to Malfoy. Although Ron was still resentful towards Malfoy, he'd been much more civil since he'd saved Harry's life.

"None taken." Malfoy smirked. "Looks like we'll be seeing more of each other Potter, apparently I'll be residing at Grimmauld place this summer too."

"Joy." Harry said sarcastically, but with a glint of humour in his eyes. "What about you Jas?" Harry asked. She shifted on her chair.

"Er," she glanced at Ron, "Not sure yet actually." She said.

"Hasn't Professor Snape asked you to stay at the castle of doom?" Draco asked. Jas laughed.

"Do you have to call it that? It isn't that bad!"

"Oh I beg to differ, it's wall to wall grey and black." He said.

"I'm sure Severus wouldn't reject an offer to redecorate." She suggested.

"I think not." Malfoy said haughtily. "Anyway, has he?"

"Yes." She answered. "But I don't know if I'm going to stay. After all Lucius is a frequent visitor and the last time we saw each other he was Crucio-ing Severus and the time before that he stabbed me." She said with raised eyebrows.

"Right."

"So maybe that's not the best of ideas then." Harry said.

"Might you stay at Grimmauld place then?" Hermione asked, Jas shrugged noncommittally, thus ending the conversation and drawing them back into their revision.

Jas was flipping idly through a Potions text to see if there were any extra bits of information she could add to her practically complete essay, but here mind wandered to things she didn't particularly want to think about. Things like the fact she'd be leaving in just under a month, running away, hiding. It was cowardly she knew it, but it was too late now. She couldn't very well tell Severus now, when she was almost eight months along.

It was the best thing to do though, for the baby. They'd never be safe if they stayed here, the war was getting more and more violent and she was in the wonderful position of being a servant of the homicidal maniac instigating it all. She was making the right decision, she knew it. Whether or not she should be informing everyone else about that decision was another matter.

She shifted uncomfortably on her chair, even though the charm concealed her pregnancy effectively, she was still carrying the baby around, even if no-one else could see it. What was even worse was that her control over her magic was beginning to slip, she'd spoken to Madame Pomfrey about it and she said that there was a potion to take to help but she didn't want to use it unless it was absolutely necessary.

She was also becoming highly sensitive to other people's emotions and moods. It seemed they wore off on her, and as she spent a large amount of time in Severus' company she was consequently frequently surly, grumpy and irritable.

Sighing she looked up as she heard the door open from where she was sitting in the corner at the back of the library. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath she tried to use her new found abilities to see who had entered. She felt a sense of safety and reassurance and immediately knew it was Severus. What was he doing skulking round the library? She wondered as she centred her attention back on the book in her hand.

Hearing the door again, she looked up. The person in question approached her quietly, glancing round the near empty library.

"Hey Jas." He murmured as he took a seat next to her, peering at the book she was looking at.

"Hi Ron," she said cautiously, all to aware that Severus was somewhere nearby.

"What you up to?"

"Finishing my potions essay," she said, and with a smirk added; "That teacher of ours is a real bastard, it was a crappy essay to set." She could almost feel him scowling from somewhere in the nearby stacks. Ron frowned at her in confusion, and she shook her head. "Don't worry."

"So, how you doing?" he asked. She bit her lip.

"Good thanks, you?" she responded nonchalantly.

"All right." He said frowning. She shook her head and nodded to the stacks of dusty books in which she knew Severus was hiding himself. He opened his mouth to ask her something, but she put a finger to his lips silencing him. She grabbed a scrap piece of parchment and scribbled a messy 'Severus is here, talk to you later' and passed it to him. He nodded.

"Okay, I'll catch up with you later." He said, standing up.

"Great, see ya'." She smiled as he left, and let out a breath of relief. She heard movement behind her and scowled. "Severus." She hissed. "I know you're there." and sure enough, he stepped out from behind a book shelf, frowning at her.

"How on earth could you have known I was there?" he asked curiously as he sat down in the seat Ron previously occupied.

"It doesn't matter how." She said dismissively. "You shouldn't eavesdrop Severus, it's rude." She told him.

"My apologies. I was just curious as to why you seem to be on such friendly terms with Weasley of all people." He said.

"Well you'll just have to stay curious won't you?" she said haughtily as she gathered up her things and stood.

"Jas," he placed his hand on her arm. She glared at him and shook him off.

"Goodnight Sev'rus." She muttered as she left. He watched her leave before turning back to the table with a sigh. Picking up the potions books she had left behind, he noticed a scrap of paper with a hastily scribbled note on it and scowled. What could she possibly have to discuss with Weasley that she didn't want him to know?

Greetings! A quick thank you to Captain Oz and DestinyEntwinements for reviewing the last chapter, as always it's much appreciated. Again, sorry for delays between updating but I have exams in January which unfortunately require some revision. I'll be updating as soon and as often as possible. And there won't be that many more as the story is winding up, it may not seem like it yet, but the next few chapters will.

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