A/N: After reading the final Harry Potter book, I honestly wasn't sure if I wanted to continue this. What with the new information on Severus, I wasn't sure how many people would want continue reading this. So I guess it's up to you guys. Would you like me to continue or shall this be the final chapter::takes on a Ryan Seacrest voice/accent:: Only you, America, can decide.
I realize this chapter might not be all that great. Not all that much information or action or what have you. The next chapter (if it is put up here) should be longer and a tad bit more interesting.

A note: If I stop this one, I will stop James's diary as well.

::laughs:: Either way, here is the much awaited (as far as I can tell from the reviews, anyway) chapter of The Very Secret Diaries of Severus Snape. Hope you guys enjoy.

One more note. The beginning of this chapter takes place a few hours after the last chapter ended. Just for reference.

The Very Secret Diaries of Severus Snape: Chapter 6

"Where the bloody hell is it?" Severus screamed, emerging from a pile of crumbled clothing.

"Where is what, Severus?" Lucius walked in, surveying the shared dormitory. Trash was scattered over the floor alongside the clothes. "What exploded in here?" He raised a delicate eyebrow. "Did Potter hide a dung bomb in your robes?"

"I've lost my journal!" Severus exploded, tearing apart a previously undamaged section. Lucius just gaped at him. Severus turned around and glared at him viciously. "Well, don't just stand there! Help me find it!"

"I cannot believe you lost that!" Lucius waded into the mess, tossing things to the side in an attempt to find the elusive pink journal. "Have you thought to use a summoning charm?"

"I've tried. It won't come if I don't know where it is."

Lucius groaned. "You're bloody kidding me."

They went on searching for over an hour, never finding it. Finally, Lucius plopped himself on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. "Give up, Severus. We aren't going to find it in this mess…."

"I need to find that journal, Lucius. If someone else finds it…" A look of horror gripped Severus's face as he dove into yet another pile.

A sudden thought hit Lucius. "Severus…" The man in question looked up, random cloak in hand. "What if Potter grabbed it when you guys ran into each other?" The two stared at each other as the sudden realization hit them.

"He couldn't have…." Severus said in a small voice, unwilling to admit to the probable truth.

"He landed right on top of you." Lucius slowly sat up on the bed. "He would have had the perfect opportunity."

Severus shook his head. "He couldn't have. He can't possibly be that smart."

"But he is. We both know that he is."

Severus fell to the floor. "Damn it…. This was NOT what I wanted to happen."

"He may not have found it. It's only a possibility." Lucius said in an attempt to comfort his friend.

"But knowing him, he probably did steal it. You said it yourself: he had the perfect opportunity. It'd be typical James to seize any chance given to torment me. "

"Well he hasn't exactly been typical James lately."

Severus blinked. "I suppose…"

The two remained silent for a moment. Lucius looked back up at the ceiling, thinking. He chuckled.

"What?"

"Just thinking." He laughed. "If nothing else, at least James will find out that you like him."

Severus glared at him miserably.

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Severus looked around the Great Hall nervously as he and Lucius walked in. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. There were no students snickering as he entered (well, no more than usual, anyway). No humiliating pages blown up and spelled to the walls. Severus let out a sigh of relief and followed Lucius to the Slytherin table.

"Well, it doesn't seem like he's read it yet," Severus whispered, piling food onto his plate.

"Did you honestly think he would do something about it in public?" Lucius looked at his friend, his voice low. "If the contents of your journal leak out, it would embarrass him just as much as it would you. He'll find ways to torment you, I'm sure, but he'll make sure no one finds out why."

Severus groaned. "I never even considered that."

Lucius smiled. "For someone who's so intelligent, you're bloody dumb when it comes to other people." Lucius paused for a moment. "You know, he may not be too happy when he finds out about Sirius and me."

"You mean Black never told him?"

Lucius shook his head. "I doubt it. It isn't very likely."

The two ate in silence. Every now and then, Severus would turn his head slightly, just enough to catch a glimpse of James. He seemed normal enough. He was laughing with his friends: a good sign. They weren't looking over at him between snickers: also a good sign. It didn't look like they were plotting. They seemed… carefree.

Severus smiled to himself. It really had been a while since he had seen James so happy. Sure, he didn't miss the pranks (he didn't miss those at all), but for a while, he would have given just about anything to hear James call him Snivellus.

Once Severus and Lucius finished their meal, they left the Great Hall and headed back towards the dungeons. The two were quiet, both immersed in their own thoughts. When they reached to common room, Severus left Lucius behind and walked up the stairs to their dorm. The room was empty; everything was silent. Severus threw himself face down on his bed, resting his head on top of his arms. Gradually, exhaustion washed over him, easing him into a warm embrace. His last thought before he allowed sleep to overtake him was of James, giving him a soft, loving smile.

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The next morning, Severus woke feeling much better than he had the night before. He sat up and stretched his arms, trying to get rid of the stiffness in his shoulders. He looked over at the bed beside him and laughed. Sprawled on top of the covers was the "debonair" Lucius Malfoy. One leg hung off the bed. His arms were in some awkward position behind his head. He snorted and rolled into a slightly more comfortable position. Severus shook his head and grabbed his stuff for a shower, making sure to stay quiet. Carefully, he walked out of the room and shut the door behind him, successfully not awaking Lucius.

Severus leaned against the door and looked down at his watch. It was still fairly early. Only 5:27 am. Most students would still be asleep right now. He didn't have to worry too much about running into any unwanted students.

Severus smiled to himself as he walked down the hall. Despite everything that had happened the previous day, he felt happier then he had in weeks. It didn't pan out quite as planned, but James would know that he liked him. There was no other way around it. There was no turning back. If James had read even a little bit, and Severus was sure that he had, he would know just about everything. Every thought that had ran through his mind. Every emotion that had burned in his blood. And bloody hell, he would even know about that blasted dream from the beginning of the year. For better or worse, James knew everything.

Severus reached the door of the prefects bathroom. It was early enough that it wouldn't matter if he used it. No one would be in there anyway. He opened up the door and looked around. In the over-sized bathtub was James. His eyes were closed and his head lay back on the tile. Severus smiled to himself. 'He must have fallen asleep here.' He looked closely at James, wondering how long he had been here. He crept a bit closer and smiled softly. James was completely relaxed. His breathing was long and even. There were no lines on his face. No more signs of stress. For that one moment, there was nothing wrong in James' world. At that moment, it took everything in Severus not to reach out and kiss him.

Before he could do anything he would regret, Severus stood back up and walked back towards the door, stopping just short of the handle. He slid his mask of cold indifference back on and turned around.

"Potter."

James jerked to attention. He looked around, trying to remember where he was. Finally, his eyes landed on Severus. He jerked back a little bit, his face paling visibly. "Snape. What are you doing here?"

Severus raised an eyebrow. "It's Snape today? Not Snivellus?" James glared at him. "I was about to do the one thing you seem to think I don't do: take a bath."

James sneered. "Who would have ever thought that you knew how? I'm impressed. I wasn't aware you were capable of that talent."

Severus sneered. "And what about you, Potter? Falling asleep in the prefects' bath. Were you having a pleasant dream? Perhaps visions of Evans raging through your head?"

"Quiet, Snivellus." He growled. "Don't talk about what you don't know."

"Oh, but I do know. Don't you remember? I heard that whole conversation on Halloween night." Severus walked over to a bathroom stall and leaned back on it, crossing his arms. "Dearest Lily Evans had a bit of an affair over summer holiday. Now she's having a child and it isn't yours. The result: the pleasantly insane Evans who almost killed you a few nights ago."

James jumped out of the tub and aimed his wand at Severus. "Say one more word about it, Snape," he whispered, his voice a dark whisper. "I dare you."

Severus and James stared at each other for a moment, neither one allowing themselves to look anywhere else. Finally, Severus lowered his gaze, then quickly brought his eyes back up. His cheeks tinted red and he started shifting around a bit, nervous. James lowered his wand slightly and raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"You, um, you may want to put some pants on, James…. You're kind of.. well…"

James looked down at himself and blushed furiously. Shaking, he hurriedly put his pants on, trying to maneuver so that Severus couldn't see too much. Severus stood there, trying not to watch but sort of failing. He was disappointed when James was finished, wishing that James had at least left his shirt off.

James looked over at Severus, evaluating him. Severus stared back at him, wondering what was going on in James' mind. Finally, James spoke.

"Snape…," he shook his head. "Forget it. I'm out of here…" James walked past Severus and out of the bathroom. Severus just watched him leave, not saying anything.

He sighed as the portrait closed itself quietly. 'Perhaps he really hasn't read anything yet…..'