A/n: FINE! Sheeeesh. Lol.
Here's another stinkin' chapter then.
Go read my other stories, dangit.
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She pulled the jacket around herself tighter as she came out of her slumber.
'God, whoever that is smells soooo good..' She thought. Opening her eyes and looking around, she realised she was naked, with a towel under her, and a jacket ontop of her.
Whose jacket?
It was a school robe/jumper/jacket. So it was a teacher. Who knew the passwords to her rooms?
She sat up and her head swooned as she felt the effects of her hangover grip it's fingernails in to her brain.
Stumbling, she threw the jacket on, which was much too big for her, and went to the cupboard to search for hangover relief.
She was out.
Too many nights she'd drunk herself into unconsciousness.
Too many mornings she'd downed a hangover relief potion.
Oh. What was today? Saturday? Thank god.
Fresh tears welled up in her eyes when she remembered why she drunk away the pain every night. She sat on the sofa and cried, a mixture of the pain of being hungover and the pain that haunted her head every day causing her to sob into the jacket.
She will have to go to Snape for pain relief.
Snape?
She looked at the jacket. He knew the passwords to her rooms. It was the right size.
She smelt it again and she realised that it was, in fact, Snape's jacket.
So he had been here. When she was naked? And he hadn't molested her?
Or, had he?
She had too many questions, and Snape could answer a bunch of them. Whiping her eyes and steeling herself, she threw on some clothes and headed towards Snape's room to return the coat, get some potion, and some answers!
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a/n: Yeah I'm continuing. Dangit.
