I would like to apologize for not doing this soon like I had promised. A lot of stuff has happened to me in the past year though and I had to deal with that first. I hope you all understand. Too much softball, too much fun, and too much school work. I mean they think we don't have hobbies or something, ya know. Well you all will be happy to know that I worked out and ending for this story in my notebook, that most of you probably won't care for, but will remember. Here is the next installment; I hope to finish it soon.

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Harry lie awake that night, contemplating all that had happened in the passed few days. His best friends hated him for the moment, so he had no one to confide in. Not that he could tell either of them most of it anyway. It just made his problems sound adequate enough to cause his depressed state. His biggest problem was most definitely his greasy, disgusting; repulsive...he caught himself grinding his teeth to the point of pain again. Really though, Harry hadn't had a truthful reason to hate him lately. Snape had keep his secret safe and pretty much sacrificed his whole asshole way of life to do so. It was incredibly impressive actually.

"Humph!" Harry rolled over with a deeply furrowed brow. He was frustrated. This was the twentieth time today he found himself actually thinking about Snape. Whenever Harry had mentioned Snape's name in public, he would find himself reciting the most awful curses to describe the man, but that was the problem. Harry wasn't quite sure why he did it. His suspicion grew about his own natural feelings. Was he trying to convince himself that Snape was repulsive? Or was he trying to convince everyone around him, who had not an inkling about this inner turmoil? Perhaps, he surmised, it was a bit of both. It was that warm feeling in the depth of his abdomen, on he had never felt before, that triggered all of this. When Snape had pressed him to the table, Harry felt warmer than he had ever felt before.

It was a secret that Harry could naught but grit his teeth at. Him infatuated and lusty for Snape? God it was one pain right after the other. Maybe it would blow over. Harry corrected himself: Hopefully it would blow over.
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Lucky for Harry he was always disheveled, so there was no notice of his tired and rundown state as he rushed into the great hall for a hasty breakfast before classes started. Hermione sat serenely across the table, and Harry had noticed a lot of the tension between the three of them had blown over. He always liked it better that way, because he was a social coward sometimes and didn't like to discuss painful subjects, not to mention how prideful he was in discussing time when he was wrong. This time he definitely wasn't completely right, because he had been extremely insensitive to the other two's feeling and concerns.

"Harry you look absolutely dreadful!" Hermione's eyebrows lifted in a concerned expression. Harry should have known that Hermione would notice. Ron shifted uncomfortably on his portion of the bench.

"I didn't sleep so well, worried about exams." He figured that relating with Hermione would help to drop the subject, but her eyebrow just rose. She caught him fibbing again. Exams weren't for two months.

"I'm not even worried about them yet, Harry. Really what's wrong?" She said with a tone mixing both suspicion and concern. He had always found it amazing that she could do that. Ron's jaw tightened and he stared at his breakfast like he was trying to scare it. His fists clenched under the table.

"Just haven't felt that well. I've been a bit under the weather." Harry wasn't exactly lying, but he was just close enough to get a pang of guilt.

"Later...If you meet me outside...I could bring you some of the potion I made for that." She said in a almost professional tone before getting up and leaving for her first class of the day.

"Sure" Harry called back softly." After classes."

Harry turned to Ron. "So Ron, what're you up to today?" Ron didn't answer. "Ron?"

"Oh shove off." Ron spat nastily as he rose and walked from the table angrily. Harry was taken aback, and humored at the same time. Ron was jealous!
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Snape's heart sank as he drank his morning tea and looked through his picture album. With every photo it fell deeper. Most of them were from an era Snape barely remembered. A time long gone. A time when Severus was best friends with the senior Potter. Pictures of a magical summer when He had been a mere fourteen and in love with Harry's father. A time he would have liked to keep frozen on memory. His childlike innocence was reflected in the smiling while his hands were buried deep in sand. James used his wand to build towers.

Standing tall and beautiful, James and his brilliant mind that was oblivious to Severus's love. He smirked. Not for the ignorance of his friend at that time, but for his own childish blindness. He could not see that Potter would never love him back; at least not in the way he had dreamt of. Yet his love had endured all of these years an all of the torment accompanying them. Snape snapped the album shut (Say that one 10 times fast!).

He had finished his tea and classes were beginning momentarily. He hid the book on a secret shelf in the back of his fire place and sauntered to class.
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By afternoon Harry had surmised a plan to make all well again in their volatile circle of friends. He would send Hermione flowers with a note signed anonymous, in Ron's handwriting. The note would invite her to a Butterbeer date, on the next Hogsmeade weekend. Hermione would recognize the handwriting, undoubtedly. It was a near perfect plan.

He would have to put it on hold though, because tonight he had Occculmency, which had already begun to dampen his spirits.

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