Disclaimer: This dramatization is an extension of some of what happens during Harry, Ron, and Hermione's 6th year at Hogwarts. It also covers flashbacks to Snape's first year of teaching. Since J.K. Rowling is yet to publish the 6th book, I'm very vague about what is happening in the wizarding world since only J.K. Rowling can truly write anything about Harry Potter. This is highly likely to disagree with a few facts, but since it's me writing, and not the author, please forgive me any goofs that I might make in relevance to the actual series. Thank you for choosing to read my story.

Sorry soooo much! That was poor grammar, but c'mon, it's 2 in the morning….Well I'm really sorry! Man, three months, I'm so bad! Please forgive me! Thanks for reviews! I'd love to see more if you don't hate me too much!

That evening after Gabriella was released from the hospital she went directly to Professor Snape's rooms. She didn't know precisely why, but she felt drawn to him in some way. Despite the warnings of Annabelle and Piper (both insisted that he young potions master was an evil sadistic man who wanted to hurt her) Gabriella felt that she owed Snape something.

She knew the way to his rooms very well. She had taken classes from him for a long time over the summer. Also, for some odd reason, the path to his classroom had a familiar and comforting feel to it.

She knocked softly on his door. There was no answer. Gabriella knocked again, this time louder. There was still no answer. She checked the door and was surprised to find that it was unlocked. Something was wrong.

Gabriella opened it softly and peeked inside. She couldn't see anyone, so she stepped further in. There was still no one, so she closed the door. The room was dark and messy. Dead things in jars occupied one cabinet and shelf, while the rest of two walls were covered in dusty volumes of books, all of them thick with difficult sounding titles. In one corner stood an old dresser, and next to it an even older desk. The bed took up the final bit of wall space; it was of dark wood with rather new sheets that were already showing signs of neglect.

Gabriella approached one shelf of books. Snape was obviously not in his quarters right now, and he obviously wasn't teaching a class (it was too late in the evening), so he wasn't in his classroom either. She heard no sounds of life other than herself, so she decided to wait for his arrival. It had been hard enough to get by the other Gryffindors, she didn't want to have to try it again later just because Snape wasn't in his room at the moment.

Gabriella studied the books in front of her. Most of them were encyclopedias on herbs, animals, stones, and other various potions ingredients. She considered looking at them, but decided that she did not feel ready to delve into such volumes yet. She instead selected an odd book bearing the title The Hiding Witch. The first glance to enter her mind was that it was a self-help book on 'coming out of the closet'. As she read into it, however, she discovered that it was actually a self-help book on understanding females, specifically the magical kind. Apparently Snape had a hard time with dates.

There was a sudden slamming sound as the door flew open. Gabriella swiftly flew the book into its space on the shelf. In the doorway was Snape, his greasy hair messier than usual and a jug of a brown/orange liquid in his hand. He did not have a steady balance on his feet, and his eyes had an intense look as he stared at Gabriella.

He leaned forward dangerously. Gabriella ran forward and grabbed his shoulders just before he fell. She managed to half drag him onto his bed. She grabbed the jug from him, tentatively sniffing its contents. It was a pungent sweet and bitter smell.

"What is this?" She gasped.

Snape groggily looked at her. "Pumpkin juice."

"That's not pumpkin juice."

"And butterbeer."

"No offense, but that's kind of gross." She looked at him warily. "Just how drunk are you?"

"I'm not drunk." He sneered. "And I don't need your help."

Gabriella evaporated the jug's contents. "You're drunk. I've seen them before, and you look pretty bad. Do you want to go to Madame Pomfrey's?"

"No. I just need sleep. I need to figure some stuff out."

Gabriella looked at him concerned. She set the jug down on his desk. "Well which do you want to do? You can't do both at the same time."

Snape glared at her. "Don't tell me what to do! You already give me enough trouble."

"I'm doing better in your class." She said defensively.

"It has nothing to do with the class, it only has to do with you."

Gabriella looked at him thoughtfully as she leaned down, pulling off his boots. She put them at the end of his bed.

"I have no idea what you mean."

Snape said nothing.

"Well, I don't suppose you can think to clearly in your current state, so how about you go to sleep?"

"I can't." He groaned. "This robe is uncomfortable for sleeping."

Gabriella chewed her lip. She glanced at the door, satisfied to see that it was locked. "Um, I could help you get out of it." Snape stared at her blearily. She leaned over him on the bed and began to unbutton the front of his robe. His cloak was already on the floor; he had apparently abandoned it when he first came in. He grunted a bit as the robe loosened itself about his chest.

"Proffessor Snape?"

He grunted.

"Do you wear anything underneath your robes?"

He nodded groggily.

"Okay." She continued unbuttoning itself until she got to his trousers. She helped him out of the vest, silently impressed by the muscles across his chest. He leaned forward to help himself out of it. "Um, do you want to sleep with your trousers on?"

Without answering Snape stood up suddenly, removing his trousers in a hasty and unorderly way. He tossed them aside, then fell back onto the bed. Gabriella forgot to look away. All he was wearing was a pair of boxers in a black color. His body was much nicer than his face.

"Professor Snape? Would you stand up for a moment? You'll catch cold if you don't get under the covers." He stood up, albeit unsteadily. Gabriella pulled back the covers of his bed, then (shivering slightly at the feel of his hard muscles) helped him into the bed, pulling his feet onto the mattress. Snape sighed contentedly, closing his eyes in a satisfied manner. Gabriella pulled the cover over his body. He seemed so peaceful when he was asleep and when he was drunk.

Gabriella glanced about. She wasn't sure what she should do. Snape obviously wasn't in the best of shape after his drinking, and she did feel indebted to him for his vigil when she was unconscious. In a final moment of decision Gabriella pulled a chair from his classroom and settled into it next to his bed. He was going to need someone when he woke up.