Today was the day of the big test in History of Magic. I didn't really study – I mean, it's History of Magic – who really cares. Anyway, it was hard of course and I know I didn't too well (but I can make it up writing extra-long essays, if I feel in the mood to improve my grade). Professor Binns passed out the test and said, "Don't write on this paper. I need it back." Great, just then I realized I didn't have a piece of parchment. He noticed and said (after tsking and saying, "Miss Katee-Ali, when will you learn?" (When will he learn to say my name right?!)), "Would anyone be as so kind as to lend Miss Katee-Ali here a piece of parchment?"

I don't know why Professor Binns picked him, but he did.

He said, "Mr. Snape, please give her a piece of paper."

Snape would of course obey a teacher's instruction and pulled a piece of parchment out of his book bag.

I was so conscious of not looking him in the eye that my hand accidentally bumped into his. I tore my hand back so quickly I cut myself on the parchment. Usually parchment is not sharp enough. I didn't care that he might see; using the ends of my sleeves I rubbed my hand furiously where it had met his skin. I wanted to scrub away any trace of him, but I could still feel where our fingers had met. I shuddered involuntarily and wanted to rush to the bathroom to use soap and hot water.

Professor Binns was already staring at me strangely and so was Lily. I quickly dropped my hands into my lap and stared at my desk. Really, Dahlia, can't you control yourself. Everyone's staring.

Thanks heavens Professor Binns didn't make me thank Snape for the parchment. Now that I would not be able to do; even if it meant running out of the room, I would not do it.

I think I failed that test.