Chapter 2

Harry was still dazed about his 'run-in' with Snape. He didn't know what happened, and he didn't want to know. His thoughts ranged from, 'Maybe there is something between us' to 'Why was Snape smiling when I bumped into him, the pervert.'

As he made his way down to the Great Hall for breakfast, he turned from sad to angry to confused. He couldn't even concentrate on walking because he was so jumbled.

Harry stopped walking and ran his hands through his hair. He couldn't help but cry. He leaned against the wall and tried to control himself.

Deep breaths, he told himself, sliding down the wall and putting his forehead between his knees. Just thinking about how pathetic he looked made him sick.

Why did he feel this way about bumping into a teacher? Was it a big deal? NO. If it was such a 'not a big deal' moment then why was his stomach tingling?

Harry decided he would go and find Ron in the Great Hall to talk. He stood up slowly; as he felt dizzy and was afraid he might faint.

He then hurried to the Great Hall to seek out Ron.

Harry saw Ron sitting at the Gryffindor table across from Hermione. As usual, he had a plate piled high with sausage and bacon.

Ron caught a glimpse of Harry and gave a wave. He was stuffing as much food in his mouth as he could.

Harry hurried over and sat next to Ron. Ron was looking quite sloppy, his tie hung untied around his neck, his cuffs were unbuttoned, and his cloak lay forgotten across the bench. Hermione looked neat and clean as usual, and she was eating a healthy meal while reading a book that was propped against the milk jug.

"Whath up?" Ron asked, his mouth stuffed with food.

"I need to talk to you..." Harry said softly.

"Ith it about Dean?"

"How did you know about Dean?"

"Hermione."

Harry shot Hermione a look, and she shrugged.

"We just want to help you Harry," Hermione said.

Harry sighed and shook his head.

"Can we just talk? In private?" Harry asked.

Ron nodded. "When I finish eating," He said, piling more food onto his plate. Hermione shook his head at him as she ate some fruit.

Harry became restless waiting. He tapped his foot, fiddled with his buttons, and drummed his fingers against the table.

"Ok Harry, we get the idea, you don't like waiting," Hermione said, marking her place in her book and putting it on her lap.

"Ron, since you insist on eating so much, I'm going to walk Harry back to the Common Room, and you can meet us there. Ok?" Hermione said, exasperated.

"Ok," Ron said; his mouth still full.

Harry and Hermione then made their way through corridors and up the stairs to the Common Room.

"So, what do you want to talk about?" Hermione asked, as they made themselves comfortable in front of the fire.

"Just something that happened to me after I broke up with Dean," Harry said.

"Well what is it?"

"Well I might have accidentally wandered into the Professors' corridor. I was blindly upset after what Dean said to me. Then, I bumped into Snape. He gave me a week's detention and it's starting tonight. And I'm really nervous about it because I felt something about Snape, and I just don't know what it is, and I'm just confused," Harry said this in all very fast

Hermione just stared at him for a minute, and Harry was afraid she would call him a freak. But Hermione was staring at him thoughtfully, not meanly.

"Well Harry, I don't really know what to say. I would just go to the detention and see how you feel after that," Hermione said.

Harry sighed. That didn't really help.

Ron then sat down in the chair that was next to where Harry was sitting on the floor. Harry jumped and Ron laughed.

"Sorry mate," Ron grinned.

"Hermione can you please just tell him," Harry said.

Hermione then explained the situation to Ron.

"Well, just go to the bloody detention," Ron said, obviously confused about why this was a problem for Harry.

"That's what I told him!" Hermione cried.

They obviously didn't understand what Harry meant about 'feeling something' with Snape.

"No," He said. "When I say feelings I mean like, you know…Like sort of sexual feelings."

Harry said this very quietly, but Ron and Hermione were hanging on to every word. Their faces changed from grossed out, to confused, to sympathetic. This made Harry feel stupid.

"Oh," Ron said.

"Yeah…" Harry whispered.

"Harry it's totally ok. We totally understand. But still, go to the detention. Just tell us more afterwards, ok?" Hermione said gently.

"Yeah, ok," Harry whispered. He then stood up and made his way up the stairs into his dormitory. He could feel both Ron and Hermione's eyes following him up the stairs.

Harry lay on his bed. He knew that his friends were confused, but he did feel a little hurt by how they reacted. He knew he shouldn't, because how would he have reacted if someone told him they had sexual feelings for a teacher?

While he was waiting for it to be 7 o'clock, he finished his Transfiguration, Charms, and History of Magic homework. He still had to do a star chart for Astronomy. Harry absolutely hated all the homework he got before O.W.L.s.

It was 6 o'clock in the evening, and Harry was starving. He decided to go downstairs for a quick dinner before he went to his first detention.

As soon as he stepped into the Great Hall, the whole Slytherin table burst into laughter. Nervous, and with his head down, Harry hurried to his table and sat down next to Parvati Patil.

As he started piling steak and corn onto his plate, Malfoy started to yell things to him from across the room.

"Hey scar head! Go through a bad break-up? It's ok; I heard Professor Snape is a hopeful bachelor!"

Harry's face started to burn up as the Slytherin table laughed. How did he hear about Snape?

"Just ignore him," Parvarti whispered. Harry nodded.

Harry just ate silently as Malfoy yelled things across the room.

And he continued to be silent as he left the Great Hall and headed down to the dungeon in total embarrassment.

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