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"I can't believe you did that." Hermione narrowed her eyes at Harry. They were in Transfigurations. Class was about to begin and Harry successfully went the whole day without running back to the dungeons. He was very proud of himself unlike Hermione who was very disappointed in him.

"There's no way I'm going down there." Harry sat stiffly in his chair next Hermione. Ron was on the other side of him congratulating him.

"It's good that you took off." Ron nodded his head, he was happy with the turn of events.

"Professor Snape isn't going to think so," Hermione said shifting her bag on the table to take out her supplies. Professor McGonagall walked through the door. The murmur of conversation around them ceased the second she arrived along with their own.

Harry listened with one ear as McGonagall started the lesson. He wasn't sure what he was writing in his notes, but it was better than nothing. His mind whirled around Snape. If he didn't kill Harry for confessing to him he for sure would kill him for not going to see him after class like he asked. And when he discovered that Harry wasn't going to detention there was going to be hell to pay. Harry knew all this. He still refused to go.

He didn't want Snape to be mad at him, but he was so confused with last night's events and all the new information that was piled on he didn't know what else to do. He continued to write while McGonagall kept talking. He rested his head on his hand. He nodded off for a bit, next thing he knew class was over.

"Did you sleep the whole class?" Hermione asked aghast at the idea someone might fall asleep when one was learning.

"Most of it." Harry rubbed the back of his neck, grinning sheepishly at her. He hated when Hermione rode him about his school work, what was worse he knew she was right.

"Don't worry you can copy my notes," Ron said, chuckling at Hermione's disapproving look.

"Thanks. What now?" Transfigurations was the last class of the day for them.

"We have a report…" Hermione began, but was cut off when Harry and Ron started groaning when she said report. "Then what do you want to do?" Hermione huffed crossing her arms over her chest.

"Well I think we," Harry thought for a bit. I want to see Snape. He kept that thought to himself. He wanted to see Snape so badly even though he had seen him only a few hours ago. I can't go. It's better to stay as far away as possible. His heart lurched at the idea of staying away. His mind had to take over for his heart this time. Usually he listened to what his heart wanted, not this time. Going running after something he had no way of possessing was something he wasn't going to do this time. If only he hadn't found out about his mother everything would be different then again if Snape wasn't in love with his mother first he most likely wouldn't have tried anything with Harry. A headache started to throb at the back his head. Too much thinking.

Hermione touched his arm softly. "Harry, are you okay?" He managed a small smile.

"I'm all right just a bit tired. Let's just say sleeping on the couch will not be a regular routine. I think I'm going to go take a nap before dinner."

"All right. If you need anything Ron and I will be in the library." Hermione grabbed Ron's hand and dragged away her unwilling captive. He laughed as Ron tried to pry his hand away with little success.

He shook his head making his way slowly back to Gryffindor Tower. Harry finally made it to his bed and thankfully all his roommates were out. He fell face first in his bed with his clothes and shoes still on. He didn't care. He felt so drained. His emotions were tumultuous waves that kept crashing into each other. He buried his face in his pillow, headache getting worse. What was he supposed to do?

Snape had shown some interest in him, but as far as Harry knew it was for all the wrong reasons. He was no substitute. Not even for Snape. But it was Snape the only person he had ever fallen in love with. How did someone get over their first love? His chest ached the longer he thought about everything. Sleep was not coming easily to him. He didn't want to think. He wanted the bliss of not knowing anything for just a few hours. That's all he was asking for. Finally after what seemed like forever sleep took him away.

Someone shook his shoulder jostling him from his dreamless sleep. His head still had a dull ache and his face was smashed against the mattress. "Harry time for dinner," Ron whispered.

"I don't think I want to go." Harry turned on his back, lifted his body, resting his weight on his elbows.

Ron's lips turned down in the weight of a frown. "You have to eat something. You haven't eaten all day."

Harry nodded. "I know, but I don't want to see Snape. And he'll be at dinner where he might be waiting for me again."

"Doesn't matter. You're coming," Ron said, putting one knee on the bed, he grabbed Harry by the arm and hauled him off it. "You're not going to make yourself sick over this. Now come on."

Harry grumbled under his breath, complying with Ron's wishes. "Anyways if I didn't get you out of bed you know Hermione would be up here doing the same."

"I know. I know. But Ron, Snape." His body felt weak as they walked down to the common room where Hermione was waiting for them.

"I know mate, but you can't avoid eating for the rest of your time here."

"Harry," Hermione smiled brightly. "You're coming down to dinner. I'm glad." She nodded her thanks to Ron, he nodded back. Harry didn't miss the exchange, he didn't say anything. He was happy his friends worried for him. Merlin knows he wouldn't have gotten out of bed without them. He was hungry. The last time he ate was dinner last night. They made their way to dinner.

Harry's heart danced in his chest when they entered the Great Hall. He nervously looked at the Professor's table and found Snape in his assigned seat. Relief coursed his body. Just the sight of the older man put him at ease. That is until their eyes met. Harry's whole body froze to the spot when Snape's cold eyes met his. He couldn't move. His heart beat increased, his face flamed up, and he started sweating. Hermione tugged on his arm, but he was still frozen. Snape's eyes continued to keep him frozen to the spot, people started staring at him. It didn't matter to him. His whole body tingled the longer Snape's eyes were on him. The spell was broken when Hermione and Ron pulled on his arms.

"We have to sit down if we want to eat," Ron said as he looked over his shoulder and glared at Snape.

Harry was bewildered with what just happened. "What was that?" Ron asked waving his arms around. They sat down and started getting their food.

"I don't know," Harry answered mystified.

"Harry do you honestly believe you can avoid Snape forever?" Hermione asked, taking a drink of her pumpkin juice.

"No, but I can try."

"You don't want to."

"I know, but I have to."

"Harry, listen." Hermione sat up straight and looked him in the eye. "Yes, Snape loved…loves your mother. Yes he admitted it. He kissed you. But you don't know if he was seeing your mother or you. You owe it to yourself to find out." Hermione chewed thoughtfully on her food. "Sometimes you can't find happiness without feeling pain. I know it hurts believe me." She glanced at Ron who turned crimson. Harry hid a smile behind his hand. "Never assume. You assumed Snape saw your mother instead of you. Now you better go down to your detention and find out for sure. I'm not going to watch you suffer for assumptions." Hermione finished with a smile.

Harry sat in his seating mulling over what she said. He did assume Snape was using him as his mother's replacement, but he didn't want to feel anymore pain. He rubbed his hand over his chest, feeling it beat against his hand. Harry looked up at Snape, who was busy talking to Dumbledore about something. It was worth it. Pain or no pain he would go down to detention. He just hoped it was no more pain and something more came out of it than him getting more detentions.