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"Out of my way," he hissed, pushing the girl aside. He disappeared into the hallway as Hermione came in, thoroughly stunned. She actually did turn to Harry, mouthing words of question as Madam Pomfrey brought him his lunch. He shrugged, raising his hands in light defeat as the brunette walked forward, sitting on the edge of his bed. There was a moment of awkward silence as Harry lightly sipped his milk, though it was quickly remedied by the sound of Hermione's bag opening. Leaning forward, he lightly questioned this with his eyes, but it wasn't answered. With delicate hands she pulled out a semi-thick book, laying it over her legs. He adjusted himself accordingly.

It took her a moment to find the page, but when she did, he gaped. "The 'Romantic Death'," she pronounced. "It connects the dreams of two individuals by that of dark magic. Harry, could you feel anything in your dreams? I mean, I know you could see just fine, but could you feel?" He thought for a moment, shivering in disgust upon finding an answer.

"Yeah," Harry replied, bitterly as it was, "I could feel."

"Okay. Well, it says here that the aggressor kills its victim through these dreams. Not the other individual, however---he's a failsafe to his plan, if this is really it. If he can't kill you, he ends the dreams upon… Erm… Means." Harry's mouth dropped open. So, Voldemort was most likely involved, and… Snape was a failsafe? How'd he end up being the damn answer? But, at the last bit, it made him spit out his milk, of course back into its cup.

"What means?" Harry demanded.

"Well, Harry… Oh, this is disgusting. Maybe… Maybe you should read this for yourself."

He snatched the book quickly, making the girl jump in almost surprise. He couldn't read as fast as she could, but upon finding that paragraph, cringed in outright disgust. "You… Mean, er… If my definition of 'copulate' is correct… Ew. That is… Ew." He slammed the book closed, tossing it on the floor as if it were to curse him. Hermione nodded in agreement, the shared look of outright hate on her face.

"Well, it says that you have to do such a disgusting, vile thing so it proves that the individual is your one true love. If not, Harry, you're as good as dead. It's like Romeo and Julie---"

"Excuse me?"

"Oh, sorry---a love story where the two lovers die. But it's like that, you see---if Voldemort manages into your dreams, and he hasn't because Snape is keeping up barriers with Legilimency, I'd watch it. Things might get a bit dodgy." Harry shut his eyes tightly, now burrowing his face in his hands, shaking it a bit to try and free himself of the images. Hermione could have looked amused, but this, unfortunately, was not the time. "Also, the spell for it is 'Romanorum Nex'. There is no counter spell… I've looked. Who do you think cast it, Harry?"

The other found himself in trivial thought, confused to a large point. "I… Don't know, Hermione. I really don't. Who would have had the chance?" that was right. It pretty much ruled out most of the students at this school, though Harry was going to go and have a talk with the blond-haired pretty-boy later on. "Are you sure there isn't a counter spell? Please keep looking, Hermione. I'd rather not… Er… Die or snog Snape in a dream. Each of those two options are equally bad." this caused the brunette to laugh, though Harry shot a look equal to one of Snape's glares.

"Sorry," she quickly said, standing, and holding the book closely to her chest. Her bag, on the floor, quite connected with her left hand as she picked it up. "I'll keep looking, Harry, and have Ron come too. Not that he helps, but it's nice to have someone to talk to. Get well soon!" As she began to walk out, Harry thought about the last bit, and just as the door closed:

"Do you like him?"

Nothing. He leaned back in his bed, quickly eating his abandoned lunch. Suddenly, he felt quite hungry, and slightly sick. However, at the same time, there was an equally disgusted Severus Snape reading over the same copy of the book---and nearly gagging. Whatever had possessed Voldemort to do this was beyond him, but… Agh.

Just… No.

Who would have known that one of his only solaces, sweet dreams, would be so fucking rudely interrupted by that annoying brat in second year? He groaned. This was completely and totally wrong, not to mention disgusting and entirely wrong. He stood, slamming the book shut. Be it known that the man was in the library, though now he had made his mind up to do just one thing: Go to Dumbledore, then to Potter.

And, however suddenly it was, he hated Gryffindor more than ever.

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Well, apparently the word 'Tween' isn't in the English language (but I fixed it! Hurrah!).

I'm sorry if this isn't a great chapter, but I just woke up. Haha. It amused me enough, though. Romanorum Nex, the 'Romantic Death!'

Don't be tumultuous, folks---Voldie's making a comeback!

Also making a traitor pay back for what he did!

(I don't like Half-Blood Prince---great book, just… Ew.)

So, keep on reviewing, I keep writing!

Hoorah for Christmas vacation and friends!

Well, friend, but that's not the point.