Am not, nor will I ever be, the FANTABULOUS, J. K. Rowling! Enjoy, and I'm sorry if you didn't want the story to go this way, but you didn't say not to, so I did.
Stupid boy. He thought to himself as the teachers made their way out onto the grounds to search for Harry Potter. Severus Snape was many things, but being worried about the boy wonder disappearing from the castle, when there was absolutely no threat from the dead Voldemort or his captured Death Eaters, was not one of them. He had to draw attention to himself somehow.
He entered the Forbidden Forest, with a sneer on his face, and his lit wand in his hand. Of course they had to search for him at night time. He didn't know how far he had walked, or how long he had been walking, when he came across a tiny cupboard. "What the hell?"
Opening the door, he held his wand closer, until he saw Potter curled up on top of a tiny cot inside the closet. He opened his mouth to berate the boy when Potter spoke. "Did you know that from the time I was sent to the Dursleys to the day that I got my Hogwarts letter, that I lived in the cupboard under the stairs? That when I was younger I used to cry myself to sleep trying to figure out why my aunt and uncle didn't love me? Then I realized that I'm not worth it. I don't deserve it." Severus Snape.. was shocked into silence, and stood there gaping at the young man's back. "You should just walk away, and leave me here to rot, because people don't care. They never will. They will pretend to care, but then someone else will try to take over the world, and somebody different will defeat them, and then I'll be forgotten. Who cares about me? They just want someone to build up, so that they can take pleasure in tearing them down."
The hardened potions master closed the door an inch, and then another, and then another. "…. Harry, I know that by this point, you are past caring. But nobody deserves to go what you've gone through, and despite what you seem to believe, you didn't deserve being shoved in front of the Dark Lord like a lamb for slaughter." Professor Snape shut the door. "I was wrong. You are nothing like your father. Your father, how much of a bully that he was in school, loved your mother until the moment he died. He died to protect you and your mother. And you're willing to die without even trying. There are so many ass holes in the place, and you're letting yourself be shoved aside by the first one. If you love her, you won't let Draco Malfoy steal her from you."
The 'Greasy Git' as he was most commonly referred to in Gryffindor house walked away from the tiny building, and didn't look back.
For the first time in a while, the Great Hall was quiet. The professors were nearly falling asleep into their oatmeal after their search, which didn't reap any results. Not even the centaurs could find him, or if they did, they didn't say anything except 'Pluto is very distanced from the Sun'. Pansy Parkinson was sitting at the end of the Slytherin table, trying very hard not to cry into her food, and she was failing horribly. She didn't look up when the door opened, didn't look up when gasps danced across the room. But when a warm hand reached forward to caress her cheek and wipe away a trail of tears, she looked up.
Harry didn't know what he had been expecting, but it wasn't for her to start sobbing and wrap her arms around his waist. "I'm so sorry. I didn't really think that it was him at all, I knew it was you, and it was a horrible thing to do, reacting the way that I did."
He sunk to his knees in front of her, and put a hand on each of her cheeks. "Pansy, I'm not good enough for you." When she opened her mouth he placed a finger against her lips to keep her silent "Let me finish. I'm not good enough for you. I can't promise you happiness, peace, or any of the things that you could find with someone else. All that I can promise, is that I love you."
"You're not proposing are you?" She asked siriusly.
"No." Harry stood up and looked up at the Head Table. "Snape, I'm not proposing am I?"
Snape rubbed his face as his head shook, wishing that he wasn't too tired to glare at the people staring at him. "No you dunderhead, you're asking her to be your girlfriend."
Short like the others, and I'm sorry about that.