Authors Note: I've left this for a bit and I am stubbornly trying to remember where I left off, so I may delete this chapter. Sorry for being stubborn. Also, I have decided to change views.

Snape sighed deeply. Weasley had misspelled "who". Was he honestly wasting his time on this?

Well, he had wasted precious time last year on Potter's Oclumency, hadn't he? He looked back on the surge of pain he felt looking into his eyes ... Lily's eyes ... as if asking for her forgiveness all over again ... Snape gulped and violently pushed that memory out of his mind, like how he had pushed everyone else out of his life.

And then there was Dumbledore with his plan. He had Lily's and (he hated to think it) Potter's death on his conscience, did he really need Dumbledore's? And seeing Lily's eyes hate him all over again - Snape swallowed deeply.

His eyes dragged along Weasley's paper, wishing nothing more than to look away.

"A Bamp-vire Fight can be bealed with some beoxar, and DADT SIS PEN!''

Final words.

Phew.

Snape scribbled down "Disgraceful. Two out of ten - a mark off for wasting my time."

Time he could have spent arguing with himself. He looked longingly at his tea. Brilliant, elf-made tea ... how wonderful. He took a long, long, wonderful sip and reminded himself there was a match to look forward to ... Slytherin V Gryffindor.

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Then day after Ron and Hermione barely spoke to each other. Every time they made eye contact, they blushed deeply, Hermione a magnetta, Ron a rosy red.

Everyone else, on the other hand, was holding an unknown breath for the match. Hufflepuff was openly siding with Gryffindor, though the Ravenclaws "remained neutrals". They knew if the chose sides with Gryffindor, Slytherins would be unbearable to them even further. Ron had laughed openly when Terry Boot had said, 'Good Luuu ... How ya doin'?'

So that evening, the school made their way to the Quidditch Field. The sky was cloudy and their was a light drizzle, but nothing to affect the Bludger or Harry's chances.

On the stands, Hermione looked over the seats with her Binoculars, scanning for that troll.

Or Snape. Same to same.

Hermione's eyes found that hooked nose. He had dark circled under his eyes, meaning he was tired, and a cut on his cheek. She watched him trip up.

"The Plan's working!" she said to Ron. Only that she remembered that Ron was Keeper.

The Match commenced. Soon the score became 30-10 to Gryffindor. Then 80-60 ... 80-80 ... Ron was frustrated.

"Come ON!" whined Ron from across the field.

No sooner had the words came out of his mouth that Harry had zoomed downward. Hermione saw it; golden, winged and shining - the Snitch!

But then a Bludger blocked her vision. She she followed the zooming boulder as it reached the teacher's area, then, amazing, unluckily, crashed into the stands.

Oops.

The crowd erupted into cheers and "ooohs", for Harry had caught the Snitch.

But Hermione kept her vision fixed on Snape, who, apparently, had earned himself a broken jaw, leg, arm and some sort of concusion.

Another thing to way on Hermione's conscience.

Brilliant.