Sorry for the long wait again! I was just on vacation in New York and in four days, I'll be in Florida with my aunt! So another week without a new chapter. I'll have to update as much as I can in four days. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it, though!

By the way, you like my chapter name? SNARCY. It's like, supposed to be Darcy and Snape… I thought it was better than Drape.. that was my first choice…

SNARCY.

"I don't like the way he looks at you," Lupin said that night. I rolled over in bed to look at him. He was standing in front of the window, looking out it into the dark. "Severus."

"What?" I chuckled. "He looks at me the same way he looks at Harry and the others. With disgust."

"No," Lupin said again and he turned to face me. He began to strip, taking his shirt off and changing into some pajamas. "He doesn't look at you with disgust."

"I think I would know if he was looking at me differently. I'm with him a bit more than you."

"That's the problem."

"Remus, look at me," I raised my eyebrows and his eyes met mine. "I have no romantic feelings for Snape whatsoever and if you ask him, he'd tell you the same thing about me." It was the truth. "Now, come on, let's go to bed."

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"I don't like teaching," I said suddenly, wanting to scrap the lesson plans in front of me. Slughorn had told me I could write them for the next week.

"Why's that?" Snape said in a very bored voice, not looking up from his book.

"I don't like dealing with all the kids."

"Because you're young," he replied, flipping a page casually. "Half the students don't think of you as a professor."

"Well, I don't like it. I enjoy Potions, but I don't think I'd want to be a professor of any sort." I scribbled some ingredients on the parchment in front of me. "I hate writing lesson plans. Absolutely hate it."

"What about becoming an Auror?"

I looked up at him and sighed. I was honestly surprised – Snape usually never held a conversation with me. He had barely talked to me since the start of that year, although he had let me talk to him quite a bit. And whenever he did talk to me, it was just him scolding me, snapping at me, or rushing me to the hospital wing. "I don't think the Ministry would take me, even if there is a different Minister."

"Don't be so quick to judge."

"Judge who? The Ministry? Scrimgeour? I've read articles about him and Mr. Weasley has told me enough about him. I don't like him at all. He's only interested in me and my brother for fame. For – for reassurance."

"Slughorn seems only to be interested in that, as well."

"You think I haven't noticed?" I scrunched my nose. "It's another reason I don't like him. I went to one of the Slug Club dinners with Hermione and it was full of people who were most likely going to get somewhere in life, had good connections, or are brilliant at Potions. Lots of kids of people who work at the Ministry." I stared at Snape, who still hadn't looked up once from his book. "Were you in the Slug Club?"

Snape was quiet for a moment. "Yes."

"Was my mother?"

Snape nodded slowly.

"I was just wondering. He goes on and on about her. Always talking about how much I look like her and how much I act like her. He doesn't need to be telling me. I've spent twenty years of my life hearing it." I looked back down and scratched out a few things. "I got new Potions ingredients for my birthday. Harry, Hermione, and Ron got them for me."

"At least it's not me they're stealing from anymore." I scratched my head with the feather end of my quill and took the parchment in my hands, crumpling it up and throwing it at the wastebasket that was beside Snape's desk. The paper hit the rim and then bounced in.

"Give it a rest. Harry has never stolen ingredients from you," I rolled my eyes. "Can you make lesson plans for me?" I asked, leaning back in my chair. I balanced it on two legs.

"No."

"Why not?"

"I've got things to do."

"You're not doing anything now."

"I'm reading."

"But you can read later."

"Stop arguing with me, Darcy," he snapped. "I'm not writing your lesson plans."

I rubbed my eyes with my hands. I stared at him, but he refused to look up. "Please," I begged.

"No," he said again, colder than before.

I groaned and gathered up my papers. "Well, I better get going, then. I'm sure Slughorn will have backup lesson plans –"

"Darcy? Are you in here?"

Snape and I looked towards the door and saw Hermione poke her head in. Snape sneered and looked back down at his book. Hermione skipped up to me, completely ignoring Snape, and she looked at all the papers crammed in my arms. She took the quills and ink from me and I thanked her. "What's wrong? Are you alright?"

"I was at – you know, let's go somewhere else and talk."

I nodded. The two of us walked quickly past Snape's desk and out the door, still carrying my things. "What's going on?"

"Slughorn's Christmas party in two days," Hermione said and I sighed. "He's expecting you to come, you know. There's no way you can avoid this one."

I groaned. "Who're you taking?"

Her cheeks turned a light pink. "Oh, me? Well – I was going – you know, to ask Ron. Because Harry's already going… Ron – I don't want him to feel left out."

I shot her a suspicious glance, but she didn't look at me as we began to climb the moving staircase.

"I assume you'll be taking Remus?"

"Yeah," I replied. "I think he expects I'm going to take Snape, though."

"What?"

"Convinced that we're in love with each other, I'm sure. I don't know how he's so paranoid," I rolled my eyes and shrugged. Hermione and I approached the door to my quarters. She handed me the quills and ink and I thanked her once again. "I'll see you tomorrow at breakfast, yeah?"

Hermione nodded and I entered my quarters. As soon as I shut the door behind me, Lupin spoke and I jumped, seeing him sitting on the couch with a newspaper in his hand.

"You were with Snape again, weren't you?"

I cursed under my breath and I stepped forwards towards our bedroom, but Lupin stood up, right in front of me. "He was helping me with my lesson plans," I said quickly. "Look, I know what you're going to say. I don't need to hear it right now – I'm not in the mood to be lectured like a child."

"What am I going to say?"

"That you don't like him and you don't like when I'm with him and you think that we're in love and blah, blah, blah," I narrowed my eyes at him. "I told you, though; I'm not in the mood so save it. If we keep arguing, it'll blow up ten times worse. Can we please just skip to the makeup sex?"

I looked to my left and spotted the small, round table in the corner. I stepped over to it and placed all my papers and utensils down, but Lupin kept his eyes on me. When I met his gaze, he spoke. "You think you know me pretty well, do you?"

I scoffed. "Anyone who knows you at all knows that you hate Snape and you hate when I'm with him. I don't have to know you well at all to know that. Besides, you tell me all the time what you think of him." I tried to push past him, but he grabbed my wrists. "You let go of me, Remus Lupin."

"No."

"You can't keep me here forever. You'll have to let go of me eventually."

"What's wrong with you?" he asked.

"What's wrong with you?" I snapped. "Look at you. You're questioning me like I've been gone for days on end, speaking to me like a child, like your child. You sound like you've gone mad – do you really believe that Snape and I shag each other senseless when we're together? Is that was you think?"

"I want to know what you talk about."

"Why?" I asked, pulling my wrists out of Lupin's grip. I was beginning to get worried. I wasn't used to him being so aggressive. "What's it to you? Why should it matter to you? It's between me and Snape."

"Because whenever you spend long periods of time with Snape, you come back angry and short tempered and, to be rather frank, I don't enjoy it when you're like this. It's not fair that he gets you while you're all nice and calm and then I get you like this."

I sneered. Lupin tried reaching for my hands, but I yanked them away. "You see," I spat, making up a ridiculous lie on the spot. I crossed my arms. "After Snape and I clean ourselves up every night, he makes me feel guilty about cheating and that's what puts me in a bad mood. Is that what you're expecting to hear?"

"No, but I have reason to believe it."

"You're ridiculous! That's ridiculous!" I shouted, my voice a higher pitch than it had been only seconds before. "Why's that, Remus?"

"Because – well, look at yourself! You make people fall in love with you! You're too good to people and you have love in your heart for everyone, even Snape! A lot of people can't find any love in their heart for him at all!" Lupin retorted. "You can't let so many people fall in love with you, Darcy… you get me worried."

"What?" I screamed. "Snape is not in love with me! I don't think anyone is! If they are, so be it! I'm not purposefully coaxing them into falling in love with me! But you think that if Snape really did love me – you think I'd go out and cheat on you? You think I'm some kind of – of – whore?"

"I never said that –"

"You implied it!" I protested. "Think before you speak, Remus!" I took a deep breath. "I love you and only you!"

I turned to leave. "Darcy, wait!"

I spun on my heels to face him once more, tears building in my eyes. "And in case you want to know, I tell Snape about how good you are to me and how much I love you!" I cried. "And I was talking to Hermione about inviting you to Slughorn's Christmas party!"

Lupin hesitated and scrunched his nose, but his voice was still angry. "I suppose you're going to go run to him now, aren't you?" he asked angrily. I was fuming and my cheeks were hot with embarrassment – I was going to head back to his office, but changed my mind as he said that. "Going to go complain about how I'm so horrible to you now?"

"You ass!" I said, walking right up to him and pushing him backwards. He stumbled a bit. "You complete ass! I hate you!"

"Go, then!" Lupin pointed towards the door. "Go tell him how much you hate me! How you wish I was gone! Go tell Snape that I'm a complete ass to you! He hates me, too! Maybe you guys can bond over hating me!"

I pushed him again and he grunted. "Shut up!" I shouted at him, but I didn't leave.

"Come on! Don't be shy!" he snarled. "Let it all out! Go ahead, leave me! Walk out! I dare you!"

I closed my eyes and tried to calm down, but it wasn't working.

"You're not going to, are you?" he said suddenly and I backed away from him and stormed out the door.

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I went up two floors and approached a door with a garden on the front. I knocked quickly and when the door opened, Tonks grinned real big. Her purple hair was flat and she was in her nightclothes, although she looked to lively to have actually been sleeping. Tonks ushered me in.

"Gosh," she said excitedly, sitting down with me on the couch in front of the roaring fire. "I thought you'd forgotten about me. You don't visit!"

"I didn't know you wanted me to," I replied honestly and my cheeks turned red.

"Of course I want you to. Do you want something to drink? Tea? Coffee? Hot chocolate?"

"Er – no, I'm fine, Tonks," I replied.

"Are you okay?" she asked me and I shook my head. "What's going on? Is it Remus?"

I nodded. "Thinks there's something going on between me and Snape."

Tonks snorted and I raised my eyebrows in amusement as she cackled. "That old bat?" she laughed. "And he's being serious? I don't think Snape has ever gotten any."

"This isn't funny, Tonks!"

"You're right, you're right, I'm sorry," she said, but there was still a goofy smile on her face. "I can't believe Remus is stupid enough to actually think something like that." She glanced towards the window. "It's near the full moon, though, isn't it?"

"In about a week!"

"Still," Tonks replied seriously. "He's just worried about you. You know he isn't used to this yet."

"To what, exactly?" I asked.

"Being in love!" Tonks told me. "He's never cared about anyone like he's cared about you. And he's never had anyone care about him the way you do. He's scared that you'll run off with someone else – but he's more terrified that you'll run off with someone better than him."

"But Remus is better than Snape. Everyone knows that. Remus is –"

"The way he sees it," Tonks explained gently. "You're 'running off' with Snape and Remus is taking that as you thinking Snape is better than him, even though it's not the slightest bit true. He doesn't want you to think of him as some lowlife who's worse than Snape. Who would want anyone to think that way about them?"

I thought it all over and Tonks smiled at me.

"I take it you got into a pretty big fight, yeah?"

"Yeah, I guess," I said sadly. I bit the inside of my cheek.

"You need a place to stay tonight?"

I looked up at her and grinned. "You're a good friend, you know that?"

"Ah, wish I could say the same for you," she replied and I frowned. "True friends come and visit! You barely talk to me!" I chuckled with her. "It's my pleasure, Darcy. I like you."

"Yeah, yeah, I like you, too."

"I'm sorry if you go back tomorrow and Remus accusing you of cheating on him with me," she continued and I covered my mouth. I never realized how Tonks could cheer me up. She smiled again. "Shame, though. I spent all this time with Mad-Eye when I was dating Remus and he never said anything."