Long time no update, huh? Sorry about that. However, if you're still interested in this story, here is the next chapter! I'm honestly not sure if I should continue or not. Review and let me know?

"Professor Snape!"

Severus Snape scowled and turned, watching McGonagall hurry towards him. "What is it?" he asked irritably.

The bespectacled woman reached him a few moments later, fanning her face. "Mr. Potter and Miss Granger told me today that you tested Veritiserum on Mr. Weasley, in front of all the other students! What could possibly possess you to do something like that?"

The potions master shrugged. "Boredom, I suppose. Actually, Albus decided that I could do it to make sure that none of the students were secretly helping the Dark Lord…but mostly boredom."

Minerva huffed indignantly. "That is outrageous! You have no right to treat a student in such a way, and to think that Albus would even go along with it-"

"Ask him yourself, Minerva. I'm simply telling the truth, just like Weasley did in class today."

Snape smirked once more before continuing on his way down to the dungeons. McGonagall watched him go with narrowed eyes, shoulders shaking in anger.

She was most definitely not finished with Severus Snape. He had purposefully embarrassed one of her students, in front of all of his peers.

This meant war.

"Potter, stay after class."

Ron and Hermione gave Harry sympathetic looks as they walked out of the Transfiguration classroom, each of them carrying a button they had changed from a beetle. Honestly, Harry wasn't sure why he couldn't leave as well; he had completed the task before Ron, and had even managed make his button a nice bright yellow, as opposed to Hermione's repulsive pink.

Professor McGonagall surveyed Harry with a grave expression, once all the other students were gone. "Potter," she started, "Professor Snape and I are having a…dispute…and I need your assistance."

Harry's face lit up. "What do you need, ma'm?" he asked earnestly. Any chance to mess with Snape without getting in trouble was definitely worth being late to History of Magic!

McGonagall glanced around the furtively before pulling a small crystal phial out of her sleeve, shaking it to make its clear inside contents splash around. She beckoned for Harry to come closer.

"Shut the door, boy, and listen closely."

"Harry Potter has come to visit poor Dobby! Oh, Dobby feels so grateful! So loved! It is an honor, Mister Harry Potter-"

Sighing, Harry clamped his free hand over Dobby's mouth, pushing the house elf and himself forward into the kitchens and shutting the Portrait Door shut behind him. He let go of Dobby and took a step back, smiling.

"Sorry about that, but I can't have anyone else knowing that I'm down here."

"Dobby is sorry, sir!" the house elf blubbered immediately, eyes beginning to water. "It will never happen again, sir, Dobby promises!"

"It's fine, Dobby, relax." Harry opened his right fist, which had previously been clenched shut, to reveal a small bottle. "Here. I need your help. Do you know who usually handles Professor Snape's food? Professor McGonagall has a present for him."

Strange, Snape thought, taking another sip of his pumpkin juice. Why were Harry Potter and his ridiculous friends staring at him so much?

Ah, perhaps they were still upset about the Potions incident from that morning. Snape felt his lips quirk up into a half-smile; hours later, he still wanted to laugh at the thought of what had been revealed by that stupid redhead. Not that he really cared for Molly and Arthur Weasley, but the poor couple would probably have a stroke if they knew what their son really thought about.

Had Albus purchased a different brand of pumpkin juice? His tasted especially sweet tonight. Heavy, too. He could feel his stomach settling nicely, content with the food that had been presented to it.

"So, Severus."

Professor McGonagall was seated three chairs over, and was watching him with a smile on his face. "Did you have a good day?"

"It was as any other day, Minerva," the man replied dryly, rolling his eyes. Honestly, must the woman bother him with insipid questions when he was obviously trying to finish his meal so he could return to the dungeons?

"I suppose so," the woman continued, glasses glinting in the light. "But I think today was especially pleasing for you. What was the best part of your day?"

His mind urged him to tell her that his favorite moments had been when she was very, very far away from him, but different words slipped from his lips.

"Well, spying on Professor Sinistra again was rather entertaining."

His eyes widened, hands coming up to clamp over his mouth. Why the devil had he said that? He was keeping his crush on Sinistra a secret!

A chair scraping the ground sounded, and he looked up to see the Astronomy teacher glaring at him, a bowl of soup in her hand. "You sick man," she hissed, before pouring the entire bowl over his head. Clam chowder soaked his hair and ran down his face, causing him to give a shout and go flailing about, searching for a napkin.

The entire Great Hall erupted into laughter. McGonagall's cackles were the loudest; she grinned at her fellow professor smugly. "Mess with my students again, and stew will be the last thing on your mind," she advised him.

Snape growled and stalked out of the hall, soaking and stinking of seafood. One thing was clear in his mind, even as the jeers of the students and fellow staff continued to flood his ears:

McGonagall would pay.

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