Dear Loathsome Diary,
Things did not go according to plan. I had planned to walk into the Potions classroom and immediately use Legilimency to uncover what Miss Granger was thinking. I had expected it to be some petty schoolgirlish thoughts about me, strung together with ridiculous metaphors. However, as soon as I muttered the word and found myself in her mind, I realized my mistake.
I was sitting beside her, by the seaside in the summer. It was unseasonably warm, and I was wearing what muggles call a bathing suit, as was she. She leaned her head on my shoulder, and I wrapped my arms around her. I was humming to her, a tune I did not recognize. And then it was dark.
Pulling myself out of her thoughts I readjusted to the room, and saw her. Her face was a mix of horror and pride. For she had managed, without any training, to foil my attempts on her mind. How the bloody hell did she do that?
Acting as if there was nothing out of the ordinary, I sat down at my desk and flicked my wand at the blackboard, giving the students their instructions. They all began scurrying after their ingredients except for Miss Granger, who remained stationary at her desk. I motioned for her to come over. Looking nervous, but showing her damned Gryffindor courage, she walked over.
The fact that she thought she loved me didn't matter anymore. I needed to know how she had successfully (albeit a bit too late) performed Occlumency without being taught. It had taken me five years to even be able to block someone out the way she had done, and yet she treated it as if it was nothing, merely a trifle. She said that Potter had showed her the basics and I snarled. He had learned nothing from me, and yet he had managed to teach others?
I scoffed at her and sent her back to her desk. She hesitated and I asked her if there was anything else I could bloody do for her. Simpering like a child, she went on about how she had heard that I was a most accomplished Occlumens, and on and on and on and would I help her to learn properly, and on and on.
Unfortunately my brain's need to get the insufferable girl to shut up was greater than my brain's need to avoid contact with her at all costs. We're meeting tomorrow in the Great Hall after dinner. At first she suggested the Potions room, but that is far too secluded. If I must meet with her it will be somewhere out in the open.
Merlin, what the bloody hell did I get myself into?
Severus Snape