(I realize this a taken a God awful long time for me to get out; But me and my computer have not been getting along; (the writer's block didn't help either). And I finally got the sense just to type it on my Mom's laptop rather than fighting that worthless piece of, junk. But a heads up for everyone, school starts, for me anyway, on August second. Tailor is lucky and she doesn't start until like September, or something like that. But lucky me, I'm going into high school and I have no idea what the work load is going to be like, but I'm going from six classes a day to four, so it shouldn't be too bad.)

Chapter What Ever

Severus Snape stood before a cauldron with a bubbling electric blue liquid inside. As he worked he felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

"Don't just stand there, make yourself useful." He told the person standing behind, never looking up from his work.

"How'd you know I was here?" Came the incredulous voice of Draco Malfoy.

"You aren't exactly very stealthy. Besides who else would have the nerve to intrude upon me while in the middle of brewing a potion that would melt the flesh off your bones." He smirked and glanced up at his student; yes that had had the preferred effect. The young Malfoy now had slightly more color than a ghost. Severus rolled his eyes at the boy's gullibility; he really shouldn't believe everything he was told. "What do you require?"

"I just came down to say hi, I hadn't talk to you in a long time." Draco told him sitting down in the stool facing Snape.

"Don't lie, Draco," He glanced up again, "You never were good at it."

"I need help," Draco admitted taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, not wanting to go on.

"With?" Snape prompted him to continue.

"Hermione, I mean, how do I, I know they won't, I'll be," He realized he wasn't making any sense and stopped. "My parents." He mumbled, hoping Snape would understand.

"I see." Snape told him, dumping another ingredient into the potion and stirring it twice. Gesturing toward the cauldron he spoke, "This will be fine if left alone for a time. How does tea sound?"

"Better than pickled pigs feet." Draco grinned and jumped down from the stool, following Snape out of the room and into his office.

"You want help with your parents?" It was more of a statement than a question.

"How am I supposed to tell them about us? There's no way in hell they'd understand!" Draco was on the verge of tears, he desperately needed a solution to this problem.

"Do you love her?" Snape asked from somewhere behind him, probably examining something in one of the jars. The question caught Draco off guard.

"I beg your pardon!"

"I said," Snape came around Draco's chair, placing his hands on the arms on the chair, he leaned in, "Do. You. Love. Her?"

"Yes." Snape didn't move.

"Then why does it matter what your parents think?" He asked in barley a whisper. Snape stood upright, set a cup of tea in front of Draco, and walked behind his desk and sat down.

"I'll lose my inheritance. Then how will I give her what she-" Snape snorted, "What," Draco demanded, "Is so funny?"

"You're so caught up in what your father has told you, you're blinded from what has been dangling in front of your face for most of this year."

"What are you talking about?"

"Love has nothing to do with money Draco. If Ms. Granger truly loves you, then she will be by your side trough thick and thin, she would be there even if you were forced into poverty. Look at the Weasleys, they may not have much money, but love is never in short supply." Draco nodded, finally understanding.

"Thank you, sir."

"Never a problem Draco." Draco got up to leave, but stopped when he reached the door.

"Please help Harry, sir. I you two don't get along, but right now you're his only hope, you're Ginny's only hope."

"I am doing what I can Draco."

"You know he doesn't hate you, not really." And with that, Draco was gone leaving Severus to ponder that declaration.

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Hermione walked the corridors of Hogwarts, on her way to relieve Draco on the second floor. As she walked down stairs, she allowed her mind to wander, so much had happened in the last few weeks. Ginny had been gone for five days, and still there was no word on where she had been taken. Filch was being monitored constantly, to no prevail. And poor Harry, if progress wasn't made soon, she was afraid he'd track Filch down, and the results wouldn't be pleasant.

She glanced at her watch; 12:58, two minutes until she was late. Not that being late would bother her. She was almost to the point she was supposed to be meeting Draco at, when she saw someone asleep in the corner. As she got nearer she recognized the hair, "Draco?" His head snapped up and he smiled at her.

"Took you long enough." He jumped up and walked over to her, laying a gentle kiss on her lips. "What do you say we raid the astronomy tower, see how many people we can catch out of bed."

"Oh, but to walk all that way, just to have walk all the way-" She contested, but was cut off by another kiss, this one much more passionate.

"Who said we were going to come back?" He whispered in her ear.

"We should take a lot of points away for being out after curfew." She whispered in answer as he kissed her neck.

"My thoughts exactly." Draco answered back.

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"Potter, please stay after class." Snape called over the commotion of the students. Harry grimaced as he told his friends not to wait for him, that he would be along, and strode dutifully between the workstations to stand directly in front of his professor. Snape sat down behind his desk, motioning for Harry to sit down as well.

"How are you doing?" Snape's voice held none of its usual malice, and for some strange reason, Harry felt compelled to give an honest answer.

"When I see that,¦ that blood sucking piece of filth I just want to murder him, to make him suffer. And then I realize he's the only link to, to," Harry was crying openly, not caring who saw the tears streaming down his face.

"To her. I know the feeling." This confused Harry, Snape seemed far away, "Lunch starts soon, you'd better go," Harry nodded, and turned, only to be stopped halfway to the door, "If you need someone to talk to, I'm here."

"Thank you sir." And then Harry fled the room.

(A/N Ahh, it is I, Tailer, anyway, I'd like to say thanks to all our lovely reviewers. We have over 200 reviews on HPFF. I never expected this story to be so popular! It was just something Becky and I made up at our Great-Grandmas Birthday party! So thnks to all of you! And also….Ahem WOOHOOO! 30 CHAPTERS! GO US! Thank you….Ahem That is all!