Dear Odious Diary,
Going down to the Great Hall for dinner tonight I did not know what to expect. Unfortunately, I had assumed that after dinner the hall would remain decently occupied. This is what I get for always leaving dinner early. By the time Miss Granger approached me (I brought a Potions tome with me to dinner and refused to peer out of it until she bothered me) only one or two stragglers were left in the Great Hall. Looking up I cursed under my breath.
Stuttering slightly, she asked if we could begin, evidently attempting the same thing that I was – furiously avoiding the topic of what I had seen the last time I entered her mind. I asked her to tell me what (useless) information she had gleaned from Potter about the art. She droned on about clearing her mind for awhile before I snarled at her. I told her that if she truly wanted to master the art, she would need to suppress only the feelings and thoughts that she did not want someone to find. In this way one would be able to conceal themselves, without suspicion. She thought this over and then said, "I would very much so like to practice, sir."
Damning myself for ever agreeing to this arrangement, I said "prepare yourself", and entered her mind. At first it was blank, as if she had managed to suppress all of her feelings - the exact opposite of what I told her would be necessary to master Occlumency- but then she faltered and a thought slipped out.
It was autumn, and she was walking on the grounds of Hogwarts. Suddenly I appeared, and took her hand. We continued to walk until we reached the Forbidden Forest, which we entered. Not far in, we stopped, out of sight of anyone lurking. I dropped her hand and pulled her closer. She smiled up at me before her lips met mine.
Breaking myself out of her mind, I saw her face. Her mouth slightly open, her eyes looking worried. I told her that I did not think that these lessons could continue, and - scowling - stalked back down to the dungeons.
Severus Snape