-giggle- I'm glad ya like this fic! I'm so happy!!!! The reviews are AMAZING!

Sorry if I'm going to fast with this, I just want to get to the heart of the plotline. As my teacher Mrs. Islas says, "Eat the fish and spit out the bones." ...I just don't like fish.

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Harry didn't like his first meeting with Rita Skeeter. In fact, he hated the woman. He hated her even more when the article came out. And Sarah . . well, she had few choice words for her as well . . . come to think of it, so did Hermione.

Harry had never been so scared of two girls in his life.

"That woman," seethed Sarah. "She better hope I never meet her."

"Well if anyone ever finds out that the two of you are more than friends," said Hermione, looking up from her home work. "You better hope you don't either. She would print the romance between you two faster than you could hex her."

“Let’s find out…” Sarah muttered darkly.

Harry chuckled. "Then Snape would know."

"And we so don't want that," agreed Sarah.

It had been a week and Ron hadn't spoken to them, and except for the occasional glare, he didn't acknowledge their presence. Harry found he didn't care either, after what he had said to him and Sarah, he was on the last string for Ron.

Other than the Ron problem, the taunts from the Slytherins and the ominous threat of the Tournament looming over Harry, he was having the best time of his life. Ever since he and Sarah had gotten together, they were quite enjoying their relationship. And the fact that no one other than Hermione knew was even more exciting. True, sometimes Harry worried that Snape would someday slip a poison in his pumpkin juice if her ever found out about their relationship, he still liked Sara too much to care.

Yeah, surprisingly, life was good… for the moment.

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Harry couldn't believe that it was time for the first task already.

His heart seemed to be beating against his chest and his stomach seemed to be on fire and fluttering all at once. And just to think, he could have had no clue about what the first task was about. Harry wasn't sure if he would be more nervous than he was at the moment or not. But then again, the knowledge that you would be facing off against a dragon wasn't that comforting.

Hermione and Sarah seemed to be worst of than him, if that were possible. And even though he very much enjoyed the kiss that Sarah gave him before leaving the tent (and no one else was around to see) he hated to see the fear in her eyes. Fear for him. For his safety.

Harry jerked his head up at the roar the echoed in the stadium.

I guess that fear wasn't in vain, was it, thought Harry bitterly.

When it was his turn, Harry could barley walk on his numb limbs. Then he had to fly around a mad Horntail dragon and get the golden egg from its nest. Sure, he was able to, but he was numb and fear was rushing through him the whole time. After he was done and walking up to the castle with Hermione and Sarah, he still couldn't believe that he was in first place.

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The weeks after the first task were a little better to Harry. People finally believed that he didn't enter himself into the tournament, though neither the Slytherins nor Ron budged from their standings. This half disappointed Harry that Ron wouldn't forgive him, but part of him still didn't care. If he couldn't accept him or Sarah, then he could never talk to him again for all Harry cared.

Ron was the only one in his family that felt this way, though. The twins and Ginny had tried to talk sense into their brother many times, but all were in vain. Ron said he simply didn't care.

Harry pushed this out of his mind for now. He was at Hogsmeade with Sarah and Hermione and having a right fun time. After getting some butterbeers at The Three Broomsticks, Hermione left Harry and Sarah to be along, giving them a suggestive wink before she set off toward the bookstore.

Sarah laughed at Harry's stunned expression, then pulled him out of the pub. After walking for a few minutes, Harry grinned at Sarah and led her to the area around the Shrieking Shack. Sarah had been quickly filled in on all of the goings on at Hogwarts over the years, and took it all quite well. Harry had even told her about Sirius and how he found out about his innocence.

"It's so creepy," whispered Sarah, looking at the decaying building.

"You should see the inside," laughed Harry.

Sarah rolled her eyes at Harry. "I think I'll pass. Instead . . . " Sarah pulled her boyfriend in for a kiss. Harry happily joined her in this and put his arms around her waist. Sarah giggled against his lips when he did so. After all the times she had told him she was ticklish there, he never listened. Ignoring this, she kissed him again.

Little did the couple know that there was a certain reporter and her camera man watching them.

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At breakfast a few days later, the Daily Prophet owls arrived, dropping off copies of the morning edition to about half of the population of Hogwarts, mainly being the third years and above. Harry, Hermione and Sarah were all sitting in their regular spot in the center of the Gryffindor table when Hermione got her copy. She glanced at the front page and froze at the sight of it.

"Um, guys," she said. "I think you should take a look at this . . . " Harry and Sarah looked over he shoulder and read the article, though they froze at the picture for a moment. It was a picture of the two of them in Hogsmeade with Harry's arms around Sarah's waist, both in a lip-lock.

Harry Potter's Romance

This reporter, Rita Skeeter, found Harry Potter, the Hogwarts Champion and Sarah Snape, a fourth year that just started Hogwarts this year, in a heated lip-lock during the Hogsmeade visit for Hogwarts students. After doing a bit of research, this reporter also found out that no one knew of this development.

"They hang out a lot," says pretty Slytherin fourth year, Pansy Parkinson. "But I never knew they were dating. Honestly, I'm surprised that someone like Sarah Snape would go for someone like Harry Potter. Then again, we were surprised she ended up in Gryffindor as well."

Sarah Snape is the daughter of Severus Snape, Potions Master at Hogwarts, is also the Slytherin Head-of-House. One would have expected for his daughter to be sorted into his house, but this wasn't the case.

Just what attracts the Boy-Who-Lived to this Sarah Snape? This reporter wants to know. She will be sure to keep you posted.

Hermione cleared her throat after they were done reading. "I think you should leave," she told them. Sarah and Harry both agreed, and began to stand up. Just then, there was the sound of a breaking goblet at the head table. Slowly, the trio, and the rest of the school, froze and turned their heads to Snape, who was shaking in rage as he stared at the Daily Prophet in his hands.

Snape looked at Sarah and Harry, who were slowly backing toward the door, their eyes on the Professor. Snape stood and stalked over to the duo, they froze as the stopped in front of them.

Snape glared at Harry with a slight twitch of anger. "Potter," he spit.

Harry slid behind Sarah. "Daddy," began Sarah. "Please don't kill my boyfriend," she pleaded.

Another twitch came from Snape has the stared at his daughter.

"Daddy, I made the first move, not him," said Sarah.

Twitch.

"Daddy, we're very happy together," continued Sarah.

Twitch.

"I'm not getting anything out of you, am I?" sighed Sarah, putting her hands on her hips.

Twitch.

"Fine," snapped Sarah. She grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him out of the Great Hall. Snape stood there for a few moments as the Great Hall watched the exchange in great interest; most everyone had already seen the paper and the scandalous picture of the Potion Master's daughter and his least favorite student together in a kiss. Finally, Snape stalked out of the Great Hall, either to find his daughter or to brood in the dungeons.

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The real kick of this situation was that they had Potions that day.

After the class ended, one in which Snape completely ignored his daughter and Harry, he called after them when they were packing up. Well, one of them. "Potter, I would like a word," he all but growled. Harry flinched. The class filed out, looking at Harry with mixed expressions.

Harry and Sarah, who refused to leave Harry in her father's presence alone, walked up to his desk. Snape glared at Sarah. "Fine, stay, I have to talk to you anyway."

"Fine," snapped Sarah, putting her hands on her hips.

"Not helping, Sarah," muttered Harry.

Snape glared at Harry. "Potter, I get that I can not stop the two of you being friends, and neither can I stop the two of you from . . ."

"Going out?" provided Sarah sarcastically.

"Sarah!" snapped Harry. "You still aren't helping!"

Snape glared. "Yes, that. I still want you to follow certain guide lines. First, Potter, you will not lay a hand on my daughter around me. Your lips will never touch hers in my presence and there will be a five foot radius between you. Is that clear?"

“One foot,” Sarah countered. Harry looked at her pitifully.

“Four.”

“One and a half.” Harry didn’t whimper, but he came close. And Snape’s glare wasn’t even directed at him.

“Three.”

“Two.”

“Fine,” Snape finally gave up.

"Fine," said Sarah. When Sarah and Harry were in the hallway, Sarah spoke again. "That went better than I expected." Harry sent her a confused look. "Hey, he didn't say anything about kissing or touching in private, nor around other Professors . . ." Harry smirked and leaned in to kiss her . . .

"POTTER!" exclaimed Snape from his door. Without thinking, Harry and Sarah tore down the hall way and made it to the Great Hall and away from Snape in a minute flat.

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-giggle. That was so much fun to write. :D And by the way, the last part, where Snape and Sarah are bargaining...that was by beta and co-author's work. :D She amazing! lol. Please review!