If you ask James, Remus, or Peter what the one thing about me is that they can't stand, they'll tell you it's my way of saying exactly what's on my mind at the exact wrong moment.

Take for example dinner two weeks ago. James and Remus were whispering about something, so I asked what was going on. James blushed a bit, which was odd, so Remus leaned over and said, "Jamesy here has decided to become a man and ask Evans to meet up with him in Hogsmeade." I just grinned, and before even I realized it, I said something or other about Evans and Jamesy... er... James growing old together (though from what Remus tells me it was slightly more vulgar). Evans had just happened to be walking by at that moment, and it's safe to say that she didn't accept his invitation.

So when I realized what I had asked Snape in the library, I slapped my hands over my mouth. The look on his face... I was sure he thought I was mad. His eyes widened, his mouth fell open, and he even seemed to stop breathing.

Oh bugger. He's going to say no.

It was only a few seconds before he reacted, but it felt like minutes... even hours.

And then I couldn't believe what I saw.

He was grinning. Severus Snape was grinning at me.

I thought I'd gone mental, I really did.

He stood up, still grinning like a madman, and leaned in really close. For a second, I thought he was going to kiss me, but he kept going till his mouth was right next to my ear. I could feel his breath moving my hair. I knew the look on my face must've been priceless.

And y'know what he said?


I don't think that word has ever gotten the same reaction as it did at that time.

He had already stood back up and started to walk away when I jumped up and shouted, "HA!"

I suppose in the library that wasn't a good idea, since I got us both kicked out. Apparently the librarian saw the whole thing and thought we'd been fighting. So, we both left. We stood in the hallway for a few minutes, just staring around at anything but each other.

And without a word, he took my hand and started leading me off somewhere. I didn't know where, or why, but I was sure that wherever it was... it would turn out alright.

This strikes me as a good point to end the story. I may write a sequel in the future. But for now...

The end.