Snape is sitting at the dining room table, I say sitting, he's rather slumped over it. He looks like an old rag.

I suddenly feel a pang in my chest, it's the same sort of feeling you would get looking at a puppy or a kitten, not that Snape is cute he just looks vulnerable.

Oh My God. What AM I thinking Snape? Vulnerable? I'm going slowing insane. Though I'm not surprised living in these conditions.

Urgh. I suppose I should say something.

"Erm hi," I try

"What do you want Miss Granger?" he sighs at me.

"Nothing" I say innocently

"Then leave me alone"

This man is impossible.

"You're impossible" I had to tell him.

"Why thank you for your so accurate analysis of my state of mind Miss Granger but I assure you it is not needed"

Sarcastic git.

I decide to leave him to wallow in his self pity. Maybe he'll drown in it, and Marvil and I can escape. Ok, maybe just I'll escape. Marvil would just hold me up by scratching and gnawing at my legs. Crazy little blighter.

"Miss Granger" he calls over my shoulder.

I should probably just ignore him. I carry on walking.

"MISS GRANGER" He yells

Urgh!

"Yes?" I reply as sweetly as I can muster.

He opens his mouth as if to speak and then decides its better not to. Honestly that man drives me mad.

I sigh; "Fine" I call to him and sulk off back to my room.

Crap.

Marvil's here.

"What do you want?" I as him without glancing at him.

"Missy Mudblood didn't go and see master, Missy must go and see master" he screams.

"I did, he doesn't want to see me" I tell him, though I don't know why.

"Missy has to try, Master would want her to try and see him" he growled

"No" I shout at the little elf. "If he wants to see me he can come and get me. For all I care he can go fu... AGGGGHHH MARVIL!"

The little bugger has griped my ankle and is attempting to drag me off somewhere. Probably to my death. I wouldn't put it past him.

"OUCH"

He is dragging me down the stairs now and my head is banging on each one as I descend.

The little rot.

"Missy will see Master yes she will" he mutters to himself.

"GET OFF ME YOU LITTLE SACK OF CRAP" I yell at him as he lets my head go crashing into a wooden stair for the 7th time.

"Whats going on?" a silky voice calls from somewhere down the hall.

I try to see who it is but as im lying upside-down on my back and back to front it's quite hard. I bend my neck to look up. I see Snape glaring down at me.

I must look like a right idiot.

"Hi" I casually say.

"Miss Granger please stop tormenting my house elf" he tells me. I can see him trying to suppress his amusement.

I fumble about and finally stand, "Me!" I cry, "he was tormenting me". I inform him.

"Indeed" he draws out.

Urgh! I can't stand this any more. Snape is actually making fun of me.

"Yes he was" this'll teach him for laughing at me, "He told me you wanted to see me, can't see where he got that idea from, he seems to think you have taken a shine to me…"

And in a really grily voice now laced with sarcasm "wherever he got that Idea from I'll never know".

Muwahahahaha. He looks gob smacked.

"Oh well" I cheerfully say and find a piece of my hair to play with.

He just stairs at me for a few seconds and turns away.

Now im stunned. What's going on?

I swear he just blushed, really blushed. Well it wasn't that obvious I mean he's as pale as a ghost but for a second there I saw red in those cold sallow cheeks of his.

Maybe he does like me?

Nah.

Well maybe?

No way this is Snape.

He could.

Shut up brain.

You shut up!

I am you, you schizophrenicmaniac!

Whatever.

Whatever yourself

I am yourself

OH MY GOD, IM GOING MAD!

No you are

Shut up.

After my argument with my head had finished I decided to go hunt out Snape, I mean at least for my own sanity this had to be sorted.