The will to live

Theresa drew out of the hug, looking at her professor. He looked down at her with something that she could only identify as concern. Really, who was he fooling. He didn't care about her. No.

She still felt some tears fall down her cheek, and she brushed them away, angry at herself for crying in front of Snape of all people. Then she looked around, trying to figure out where she was.

"Where am I?" Snape sighed. "In my rooms."

She looked up at him in surprise. "Your room sir? Why?"

He looked at her, a look that clearly said think Potter!´ "You are here because Mr Weasley and I brought you here. We didn't think you wanted Madam Pomfrey informed of your...condition."

Tess looked down at her lap, not meeting the professors eyes. She gasped when a flash back caught her.

Flash Back

"How could you...you just have to...take all the attention, do you? You know what, I'm fed up with it Potter."

End flashback

She was worthless, she really was.It was her fault that noone saw Hermione. It was her fault that...everything was her fault. Her uncles words came back to her.

"You are nothing but a waist of time money and air! Listen to me freak, you are worth nothing. We got a letter from your headmaster telling us that you came back with a dead body at some point, I'm sure it was you who killed him, if not directly, it was your fault."

And another one.

"Look what you did your little freak, who do you think you are!"

She lay back on the pillows and just stared up at the ceiling. He was right, it was always her fault. Why couldn't they see that? Why did Ron insist that it wasn't her fault when it so obviously was? Why did Snape care, Malfoy? Why had he saved her? Just so she could suffer more? She was better of dead, where she couldn't hurt anyone.

"Potter, snap out of it!" She didn't move, she just stared.

"Potter!" Snape placed a hand on her shoulder and she turned her head towards him.

"Leave me alone."

Severus shuddered at the cold voice, coming from the girl in his bed. He had seen what she was doing, she was allowing herself to fall back in her memories, and that wasn't a good thing.

He knew that if he left her here, she would fall back into the memories again, and he wouldn't allow that, so he stood and lifted the light body up in his arms.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Potter demanded.

"I'm carrying you." He didn't say anything more, just carried her out of the room and sat her down on the sofa, the blanket still covering her.

"What am I really doing here?" She asked, and he looked at her.

"You are going to stay here until you get the will to live back." he hadn't expected her to laugh.

"That is no use professor, I haven't had the will to live in years. The only reason I kept on living was because of my friends, but now, I have nothing to live for."

"What about Weasley and Granger?"

Potter looked at him with hollow eyes. "I have no friends any more."

Severus stared at the girl, did she actually believe that? This was serious.

Draco Malfoy sat in transfiguration, staring at the other side of the classroom, his eyes on the Gryffindors. Something was up in paradise. All of them looked sour and angry, and to his surprise, all of it was directed to the know-it-all Granger.

She sat by herself, reading in the transfiguration book, not even looking at the others. Weasley sat with Finnegan and Longbottom, and looked totally out of it. He looked dead on his feet, and nervous. Of course, Draco knew that it had to be because of Potter lying in his godfathers chambers, but what was surprising was that he wasn't sitting with his girlfriend.

Maybe they broke up´ a voice in his head informed him, and Draco snorted. Why would they do that?

Draco looked down in the book, and started to read the text they were suppose to, but he continued to think about the Gryffindors odd behaviour.

He was relived when the bell rang and the school day was over. He wanted to see his godfather, and Potter. Why he wanted to see her, he had no idea.

When he passed the gryffindors at the door, he heard Finnegan speak to Ron. "Has she talked to you yet?" Weasley shook his head. "No, and I don't want to speak to her either, not before I know that Tess will be ok." Finnegan nodded and then continued to say something that Draco was unable to hear, but Weasley's face turned angry.

Draco was on his way to leave when he remembered something. "Weasley!" Ron looked up at hearing his name and his face showed nothing when he spoke. "What do you want Malfoy?" Draco felt the gryffindors eyes on him and he cleared his troat. "Can I talk to you for a sec?"

Ron said something to his friends and they left, looking back at the two.

"Weasley listen." Draco sopke up before Weasley could say anything. "I don't know why she did what she did, and for now, I will let it pass, but I...I..damn it! I care for her okay? I don't know why or when it started, but I do, and because of that, I think we should form a truce." Draco groaned at his own words. Why did he care about Potter?

Weasley stood with his mouth agape, but before Draco could comment, he closed it and nearly smiled at him. "You know, It's not hard to care for her, she just is that kind of person. As for the truce, okay, but don't get me wrong, I still don't trust you." He said crossing his arms. Draco nodded and they shook hands, briefly.

"Let's go down to Severus."

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