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Chapter 3 – You don't know me

With Snape trailing behind us, we went in to our sanctuary. After getting through the little den that the tunnel had led us to, we moved towards the area that had taken Ron, Hermione and I forever to get rid of the rocks. I opened the last entrance and we were finally there.
The long dirty passageway that had been flanked by murky water was now clean and dry so you could see the gray bricks beneath your feet. The water was crystal clear due to Hermione's charms. At the end of the passageway was the familiar set up of a living room. It looked odd but we were comfortable with it.

An olive green couch, a polished coffee table, a few crates of Butterbeer, a line of shelves against the wall holding potion ingredients and books of both academic nature and … otherwise and three pewter cauldrons in front of the shelves set side by side was the entire thing. It looked simple but we didn't especially want anything more and with the house elf's ability to apparate ANYWHERE within the castle, we could always call on Dobby for both help and food.

"Is this really the chamber of secrets?" Snape asked himself quietly.

"Yeah but we changed it up a bit," I said pointing to the Gryffindor banner that looked on the wall. I had lost most of my House pride in any case.

I found it easier to relax even though I was walking beside the object of my wet dreams. Even Ron and Hermione found it easier to laugh and bicker with each other despite Snape's presence.

We sat down on the couch as Hermione made her way over to the shelves while Ron grabbed a Butterbeer from the crate.

"Harry, what are we going to do this year?" Ron asked as he opened a bottle manually.

"Not get in trouble, I hope!" Hermione said as she flipped through the pages of a book with yellowing pages. The smell greeted me immediately and I smiled as I looked at the leather bound, hand-written book.

"Compendium of Common Curses and Their Counter-Actions," I said in one breath, smiling as I did so.

Hermione turned around quickly and did a quick playful glare at my position. I was sprawled across the couch with one of my legs hanging off of it and my other stretched across the back of the couch. I moved one of my hands to rub my chin and left it to hang across the arm of the chair.

Hermione rolled her eyes before getting up to sit across beside Snape who was sitting beside me.

"Honestly Harry, you've been reading more than me! That says something!" she said.

Ron and I chuckled before I replied. "Well if you thing about it 'Mione, I don't have a boyfriend taking up my time, now do I?" I asked nodding my head towards Ron whose face immediately turned the color of his hair.

Hermione blushed before retorting, "Well you damn need one!" she shouted as she got up and moved to help Ron open his drink.

I chuckled once more and accioed a drink to myself, opening it magically before taking a long sip.

Snape stared at me, slightly confused before I asked what he was looking at.

"Well, Potter," he spat out my name but the acidity didn't reach his beautiful onyx eyes, "When did you learn non-verbal magic?" He questioned.

It was only then that I realized I hadn't taken out my wand.

"I've gotten so used to doing it I don't even realize when I do it!" I said smiling.

"Harry, you never answered my question," Ron said, attracting my attention as he sat on the newly conjured black couch opposite to me.

"Umm… I dunno actually! Last year we finished Professor Snape's potions so this year I guess we're going to focus on Occlumency," I said smiling slightly.

Snape scoffed loudly and I felt ashamed remembering our classes. It was hard hiding the memories of my dreams and everything sexually related to Snape. Then again anything I though about Snape since my 3rd year had been sexual.

"Like you could manage that again and what do you mean you finished my potions?" Snape asked.

" We went through how you made the potions like Veritaserum and Wolf's Bane and then we made them after collecting the ingredients that we could find in the forbidden forest. We could have bought them but 'Mione said we needed experience," Ron replied pouting at Hermione.

Snape's eyes widened and I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Hermione was the first person to get us to use down here for studying. When she suggested it, we thought she was crazy but we found staying down here a lot calmer and quieter and it wasn't long till we were studying things far beyond the rest of our class. If Ron and I suddenly changed into Hermiones and then the three of us suddenly changed into prodigies then we wouldn't be able to study peacefully. People would follow use EVERYWHERE, trying to find out how we suddenly got smart." I explained.

Snape soaked it in for a while before giving us a stiff nod and looking around the room.

"Sometimes I feel that Dumbledore knows about it. I wish he'd just say it instead of messing around," I said more to myself.

I got up and grabbed a book before settling down to read over 'Magick Moste Evile'. I invited Snape to go and get a book and the rest of the night passed quietly.

At around 12:00 am, Ron told me to get off my lazy ass so that we could go sleep. We put back our books and headed out of the Chamber.

Myrtle whispered a goodbye to us, batting her eyelashes the entire time at me. I only chuckled and waved goodbye as I pulled out my Map. Then I realized that the map wasn't there.

"Ron, 'Mione, I think I left the Map down there," I whispered.

We all groaned but as I headed back towards the sink I hear a familiar voice.

"I doubt that will be necessary young Harry as I am the only teacher patrolling the halls tonight."

I turned around to face Albus Dumbledore dressed in a royal purple robe with silver stars.

"Professor-" I started

"It's alright, but before you head back to your common room with Mr. Snake," he paused to spare a kind smile to Snape, " I thought I should tell you that there is a man visiting by the name of Brendan."

My heart skipped a beat and my eyes widened.

"B-Br-Bren-Brendan?" I asked to clarify.

"Yes and he said he would like to see you. Later," Dumbledore said emphasizing the last word.

At that moment the memories came flooding back. Brendan. He was only four years older than me but he became my tutor in the Muggle world up until I was thirteen. I never told Hermione and Ron about it because Brendan was special. All the thoughts of beds shared with him and whispered words of love and other sweet nothings, memories of letting him have his wicked way with me and him taking me in public places, all the while laughing that silky laugh of his as I told him my worries of being caught. Brendan was my ex-lover.

With that last thought I fainted falling on the cold, wet floor.

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