Hello my fellow readers. You know, I went to go write some more of this nifty story, and I was surprised that I hadn't added this part on to I really was surprised. o.O Because I thought I had added it. lol So, here we go again. It's quite fun, really it is.

Hope you enjoy, and I'm working on it, I'm working on it.

"Well, the fifth years went at least somewhat better. At least half of them made the potion right." I think as I walk to my chambers once again before lunch.

But then they were a few more Valentines passing around in the fifth years. Don't they ever learn? I read them all aloud, embarrassing more students. What fun.

That Dennis Creevey was especially red when I read his aloud. I swear, he almost collapsed right on the spot.

I make it to my chambers, but am wary of entering.

There could be another one of those, things on my couch table.

I sigh, defeated that I have to get my lesson plan for those damned seventh years. Gryffindor and Slytherin, my last lesson of the day. With their kind of past, they surely won't be passing Valentines, and those Gryffindors know better. I smirk as I open the door, thinking of taking away house points from Gryffindor for if they were stupid enough to pass those God forsaken Valentines.

I open the door to my room and immediately go over to my couch to see if there was a Valentine. . .I now sigh a sigh of relief. No Valentine.

Actually kind of happy, I go over to my desk and open my drawer for my lesson plan.

But when I open it, something flies out, making me almost have a heart attack!

I look up, and see an envelope up in the air, and now it sails down in swift little movements, and lands on my desk.

That damn silverish black ink is on the front. WHO IN THIS DAMN SCHOOL IS DOING THIS TO ME?

I tear the Valentine away from desk, and open it like a wild animal. Why I am opening it, because I want to figure out who to kill!

Severus,

I thought my notes just sitting on your couch table was a bit boring, surprised, weren't you?

I thought of how you were confused at breakfast, and decided to give you a clue as to who I am.

I am not at all in the female category.

Now you can check off all the girls in the school. Hope you figure it out soon, but not too soon.

Love,

Your Secret Admirer

"Well, I now know it's not Minerva, but I still have to worry about Hagrid." I say aloud. I look at the Valentine, the black heart with the silver writing, sitting so plainly in the middle of a red heart. . .

I place it on the desk, not wanting to burn it this time. Now I sit in my desk chair, putting my hand through my hair. Why in God's name is this happening again? . . .

"Mr. Snape, you're late."

"I'm sorry, Professor Snarrel, I couldn't find my tie." Severus said, still with out a tie around his neck.

"Just get to your seat." Professor Snarrel gestured toward his seat by Lucious. Quietly, Snape went over to his seat, his head lowered the whole way.

"Was your tie a bit on the itchy side of things, Snivelus?" Sirius murmured as Snape passed his and James Desk.

Snape just glared at the mongrel, and went to his seat.

"Where were you?" Lucious asked as Severus sat down.

"I said I was looking for my tie, didn't you hear me say that to Professor Snarrel?" He said as he opened his Potions text book to the page they were reading.

"It surely doesn't take you that long to look for a tie, then just give up the search!"

"Well I did. Now be quiet, I'm trying to learn." Lucious rolled his eyes and went back to his text book.

"Since you were late, Mr. Snape, would you read the paragraph on Whomping Willow roots." Professor Snarrel said more as a statement than a question.

Snape stood from his seat, text book in hand, and read aloud.

"Whomping Willow root has the properties of raising your strength as far as three times your regular strength level. The disadvantages are. . ." Snape kept on reading, but he didn't really listen to his own words.

He kept thinking about that Valentine. Who would send him a Valentine? No one has ever given him one before.

Before he knew it, he was done reading. He really didn't know he was done reading, for he just stood in one spot, just staring at the page in front of him.

"Ahem, Mr. Snape, you may sit down now. I would like to get on with our lesson, if that's at all possible." Snape heard Professor Snarrel, and looked up with a start. He looked around, and everyone started to laugh, making his cheeks go crimson.

Sitting down quickly, he put his book in front of him, and hid.

"Thank you, Mr. Snape. Will you please continue, Mr. Potter." Professor Snarrel commanded once again.

James stood, adjusting his glasses, and brought the book up to read.

"Whomping Willow roots are also known, but not commonly known, to help in potions that will get you noticed. For example, get you noticed for friends, greatness, and love. . ." James kept reading on, reading the whole page in fact.

"Do you think he'll run out of air, and collapse?" Lucious whispered to Severus.

Severus looked over at James, and to his surprise, James looked at him, and gave him a smile, and then went on reading.

"Did you hear me, Severus?" Lucious said, a bit annoyed.

"Yeah. . .yeah, collapse, right." Severus said, looking straight ahead, wondering what that was about.

I wake with a start as I topple to my desk.

"I must have dosed off." I think to myself, trying to squint the sleep from my eyes.

I now stretch, looking at the clock that was in front of me on my desk.

"Lunch is about over. Good thing I slept through it. I probably would have pulled out my hair with all this paranoia I have." I say to myself.

That dream. . .I hate dreams, especially when they reflect on your school days.

I stand from my desk and walk somber over to my shelf of its' many books. I take down one that I rarely take down and open the leather cover. Property of Severus Snape, it says on the inside cover.

I turn a few pages, and see one of my favorite poems still marked. I marked it on that day from Hell after what happened:

I would like my love to die

and the rain to be falling on the graveyard

and on me walking the streets

mourning her who thought she loved me

It's true, if you think about it.

I walk around the empty dungeons, trying to make sense in all of this. Who would be sending me a Valentine? Who in this school would be likely to fancy the male variety?

I stop and lean against the cool marble wall of the cold dungeon hall, crossing my arms over my chest, sighing out my frustration.

"Gah, damn it all. I don't care who sent me that damn thing. I won't look into it any further. No, not me. Nope, nuh uh." I say as my eyes are closed, thinking of burning Valentines that dare to cross my path.

"Professor Snape?"

I hear a voice right beside me, making me jump and clutching at my heart. I look over to where the voice had come from.

"Ms. Weasley, WHAT IN GOD'S NAME ARE YOU DOING DOWN HERE?" I ask the youngest of the Weasley clan. What the hell was she doing down here?

"Geez, no need to get owly. I was asked to deliver this to you." She said as she held out an envelope.

I see the envelope, and now I notice the same silver, black ink.

"Ms. Weasley, who told you to send this?" I ask.

"I don't know. It was just in my bag with a note on it to deliver it to you."

"Don't try to fool me, Ms. Weasley. Now I'm demanding that you tell me, who told you to give this to me!"

"I. . .don't . . . know." She said it slowly with a tone you would use with a child. She hands me the Valentine and starts to walk back towards the way to which the main part of the castle was, talking once again as she went out of sight, "It could be Hagrid for all I know." And with that, she was gone.

Staring. That's all I do, back in my chambers. Staring at nothing else but that venomous Valentine that lay on the couch table.

"I should burn it before I have a chance to look at the damn thing." I say to myself. I take another look at it, and now reach slowly for the envelope, "Maybe one quick peak at it wouldn't hurt. . ." I trail off. But I suddenly snatch my hand away, and slap it. "No! I can't look at the thing!" Yelling, I make my way to my desk, sitting in my chair angrily, "I don't even care about it."

Tapping, tapping. . . my foot has to do something to stop me from going there. It just keeps tapping. First just a quick pace tap, then a slow one. . .then one that resembled the beat to a Weird Sisters song.

I now stand and walk over to the couch table, taking the envelope and ripping it open, exposing the same Valentine card.

"Who the hell am I fooling! I'll read the damn thing, find out who sent it, and laugh in whoever's face that's the culprit!"

Dear Severus,

"How original." I comment.

The days almost finally out. I want to expose myself, but not quite yet.

"When will you then, you filthy, slimy,-"

I just don't want to expose myself, for fear of rejection. It's happened before. It hurts. . .and I know you feel the same way. I know it's happened to you before too. Something that you just look forward to, something that you want for so long, and then- rejection.

Just know I won't reject you, and I hope you won't reject me.

Love,

Your Secret Admirer

By this time, my hand is over my mouth, a bit in shock at what I just read. My hand slowly descends from it's location, and rests at my side. Why the hell is this day taking so long?

Now I look at the card again, and see more writing. . .

P.S.

Before I forget, I'm listing two people that are NOT your Secret Admirer:

Albus Dumbledore

Filch

Don't get too discouraged.

"Well, those two were at the top of the list." I say, thankful to God that I don't have to think about those two anymore. But then it snaps in my head, and I sink to the couch, even more discouraged than before, "But there's still Hagrid!"

Well, there's chapter three for you. I hope you enjoyed and got a kick out of it.

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