Just Another Hogwarts Love Story - A Snarry, Rem/Dra and OC RP (Part 3)

Harry: *Just finished having dinner at the Great Hall, chatting excitedly with Hermione and Ron about the upcoming outing to Hogsmeade*

Severus was watching Harry, over his food.

Harry: *feels like he was being watched. Glances over to Severus' side, whispers back* It's just a glance. It's not like it screams all over the world telling them I'm Snape's lover

"But if someone sees they will know, that would not b ee good for eaither one of you. And think of Ron."

Harry: What's Ron got to do with it?

"He is not exactly the most accepting person in the world Harry. And it is Snape." She said.

Harry: Well, it's about time he did. Besides, Snape never done nothing to him...much

Mione raised her brow but shruged. "Be my guest, but don't come cryingto me when he gets pissed."

Harry: *decides to test the waters* Hey, Ron. If I told you I loved someone of the same sex, would you mind?

Ron: *shrugs* Why would I care? Charlie's a right flamer. Not to mention the twins are together, but then most identical twins end up together.

Harry: What about...if I were to like the same sex, yet he's old enough to be my father?

Hermione ate her food quitely.

Ron: Harry, whoever it is, its fine.

Harry: Even if it means...Prof. Snape...?

Ron: WHAT?!

*everyone in the Great Hall turned to him at his outburst*

Harry: Nice going, Ron

"I told you so." Hermione added.

Ron: I DON'T RUDDY CARE! *storms off*

Hermione sighed. "I'm sorry Harry."

Harry: Well, if he's not going to accept my choices, so be it *walks off as well*

Hermione sighed. "Boys." She shook her head and went back to his food.

Remus: *watches this display with a frown*

Draco was among the few still talking about the fight.

Severus up and long gone, hoping Harry would come to him.

Harry: *stormed towards Snape's office, not even acknowledging Snape who was standing there and sat on the nearby couch, frowning*

"You and Mister Weasely got into a fight this evening, did you not?" Severus closed the door and went over to his liquor cabinet and poured out a brandy.

Harry: No shit, Sherlock *grumbled*

Severu went ad sat in his chair, sipping his brandy. "And what about."

Harry: About us

"Really, and what did he say?"

Harry: Not in many words, but I think he doesn't approve of our relationship. At least Mione had the decency to be understanding

"Not every body is understanding of gay men or even younger men and older men."

Harry: No. That's not what he's pissed off. He's pissed coz I'm dating YOU

"Oh that. Well there is no getting around that."

*meanwhile*

Beck: *sitting outside in the courtyard smoking*

Illust: *sees Beck from far and beckons at her* Hey there, girlfriend!

Beck: ..you know, in the states that's just a way to greet a good friend.

Illust: But here, it means you're officially mine X3 *wraps her arms around her neck affectionately*

Beck: *chuckles* Want a drag? *offers her the cigarette*

Illust: Sorry, not a smoker. You know, it's bad for your health. I've seen many Muggles when I'm hanging out with Muggle-born friends in their world go down because of this

Beck: *raises an eyebrow* I'm not stupid, Illust. I know they're bad for me.

Illust: Then why do you do it?

Beck: *shrugs* Stress relief.

Illust: There are many ways to relieve stress rather than killing yourself with that *traces her finger on Beck's cheek*

Beck: *shrugs*Everyone dies. Plus the smoking pisses off my parents.

Illust: Ah, the rebel in the family. My kind of woman

Beck: *chuckles* Something like that. Plus if I die, then I'll die. Everyone's gotta go sometime. And I'd had a pretty good run.

Illust: Girlfriend, that's the most negative thing I've ever heard. Why would you wanna die so soon anyways?

Beck: Seriously, don't call me that. And also, I don't wanna die soon. I just figure if its my time, its my time.

Illust: Mmhmm. I guess you got a point. And why shouldn't I call you 'girlfriend'? You agreed to let me court you

Beck: Because I have a name, maybe? If you wanna give me a pet name, whatever. But seriously, pick a different one.

Illust: Alright. How's 'Smokey' sound?

Beck: Try again.

Illust: 'Cutie'?

Beck: *laughs* Sure, that'll do.

Illust: 'Cutie' it is~! *huggles Beck again*

Beck: You're really affectionate. Any particular reason why?

Illust: Because I don't want to be like some stuck up stereotypical Slytherin who always act like the world is out there to get them

Beck: Why do you guys always do that?

Illust: Because they think they are all high and mighty and should be in the top of the food chain. Just because we're pure blood, doesn't mean we should behave like we're the lord of all things. Everyone is equal nowadays

Beck: >> Not, I mean why do you refer to people by they're house? School pride is great and all, but at some point its gone too far. When you start grouping people together based purely on their house, that's taking it WAY too far. Like I'm in Hufflepuff, but I don't like badgers, yellow and black is a REALLY bad color scheme, and also I smoke. But something tells me that most people will think me stupid or easily decieved because of the house that I'm in.

Illust: Well, it has always been that way in the tradition of Hogwarts. Everyone has a unique attitude that suits the founder of the house, and when the Hat discovers that feature in your mind, it will attribute you to a house closest to yours. The Hat sees the inner self in which you sometimes don't even know exists. It found me to be cunning, witty and sly, and it said I have an ambition desperately needed to achieve, which it was quite right, in a way, so I ended up in Slytherin

Beck: Right, I don't disagree with that at all. What I disagree with is the kind of shit where you guys say things like how its just like a "stupid Gryffindor" or whatever.

Illust: Slytherins and Gryffindors have always been life-long enemies. It's something to do with the founders having a grudge on each other. And also the fact that most of the time, pure bloods are the ones getting sorted into Slytherins, and they looked down on half-bloods. Even if they do get half-bloods in Slytherins, they won't admit it, not to each other anyway. That's why I'm called a blood-traitor, because I'm of pure blood yet I go around fraternizing with other houses

BecK: Ugh. Its like being in 19-fucking-50.

Illust: Aww, it's not so bad. We get used to it as time goes by. I mean, one of these days they gotta get it through their thick skulls that they can't keep marrying pure bloods forever. We'd die out

Beck: But you shouldn't have to be used to it! I mean for fuck's sake, its 1997!

Illust: *shrugs* It's 1997 and the world here, as you put it, is still backwards. What else is there to do but put up with it?

Beck: *scowl* Protest it or something.

Illust: They did that in the 60s, didn't help. Got some really stubborn high-ups in the Ministry

Beck: Well then try it again, damnit! If something doesn't work, do you just fucking give up?

Illust: Don't worry, cutie *hugs Beck* I strongly believe them when it's our time to run the world from those old-school generation, we will make a change. You'll see

Beck: *chuckles* Good.

Illust: Can I kiss you?

Beck: If you didn't, I'd have to smack you. *grin*

Illust: *grins and leans in to kiss Beck first one the cheeks, then on the lips*

Beck: *kisses back*

*while that was going on...*

Draco was outside in the green house, attending to some plants.

Remus: *watching him outside the green houses, pretending to be walking the grounds*

Draco went outside to get some more poting soil.

Remus: *takes a deep breath, as if he's smelling the flowers*

Draco spoted him. He waved. "Hello Professor." He said before going back in, lugging the potting soil.

Remus: *walks over to him* What're you doing in there, Mr. Malfoy?

"Filling the snap dragon's pot. Professor Sprout is having the first years tranzplanting them."

Remus: Oh yes? You enjoy herbology?

"Yes, it is my best class." Draco nodded. "Father thinks it a waste of time but he indulges me if I pull off good grades."

Remus: *raises an eyebrow* Oh? I had heard that your favorite class was Potions.

"Only because Uncle-Professor Snape teaches it. But I do farely well in it."

Remus: Ah, I see.

"I am not that good in Tranfigureation or charms." He shrugged. "I would rather be out here."

Remus: Interesting.

"Why do you think all slytherins would want to be locked up in a dungoen some where? Brewing potions?"

Remus: Not at all. Merely you have very good graes in that subject. I assumed it was your favorite. *shrug* You have my apologies.

"I have very good grades in everything, Professor. Not a one below an E."

Remus: Yes, I know. I've seen your record, Mr. Malfoy. Very impressive. How is your project coming?

"Good. I read that book by that guy, with the inistals RJL. IT was quite good. I still have to get a first hand account." He said slowly.

Remus: But the book is a first hand account.

"I know, but I want anohter's opion."

Remus: Ah.. well... I do happen to know a clan of werewolves. Though they do live in Wales.

"Well I am going home for the weekend...I can ask my Father about it."

Remus: *nods* I see..

"I will ask him." He nodded. "I better be going."

Remus: Let me know how it goes.

"Yes, Sir." He nodded, walking out.

*one day in class...*

Beck: *dicing her ingredients* So why'm I partnering with you again? *to Harry*

Harry: I have no idea. Se...I mean, Prof. Snape wanted us to be together. I can't read what's going on in his head

Beck: *sighs* So we're supposed to test each other's potions, right?

Harry: Yup. So, what potion are we making again?

Beck: Some lineage potion.

Harry: Hmph. Last thing I need is someone knowing how my parents look like. Probably get hounded again by crazed fans over it

"I said brewing, not talking." Severus yelled to the class.

Beck: *raises an eyebrow* Chill.

Harry: *shushes Beck* Unless you want points to get deducted, I suggest we get this show on the road

Beck: Fine whatever. Me first or you?

Harry: *shrugs* Me first *takes a pin and pricked his finger, drawing blood, before letting a few drops fall onto the potion*

Beck: Well let's see it.

Harry: *mixed the blood together and took a brush and dipped it into the potion, then paints it on the parchment. The potions dries in a few seconds, creating a sort of tree with branches that had names on it*

Beck: *watches boredly until she sees her name show up on the list* ...the fuck?

Harry: *sees it as well* Wh...Wha..? What the heck is your name doing there?!

Beck: *checks it* Your mom was aunt Lily?!

Harry: This...This has gotta be a mistake! i must've done something wrong! You try it!

Beck: *tries it, the results coming up from her family revealing that she is related to Harry*

Harry: How could it...How did it...Did you do something wrong with your potion as well?!

Beck: *looks at Harry* My dad had a little sister named Lily who died like, a year after I was born or something...He's got another sister named Petunia, but she's a bitch. Or at least that's what dad said... *looking at Harry for any sign of recognition*

Harry: You...You're lying! My mother never had another sibling besides Aunt Petunia! She never even mentioned anything about your father! You're lying!

*a commotion soon occured*

Beck: Woah, chill the fuck out, man. What'm I lying about?

Harry: No one has ever told me about another sibling in my mother's family! No one told me anything about me having another uncle! All I had was my mom and my stupid bitch of an aunt! I never heard of any uncle

Beck: Look, man, here's what I know. My dad had two half sisters when his dad remarried. He was already in high school when his sisters were born, then he went to college in America and sort of lost touch.

Harry: *clenched his fists until his knuckles went white* How could he just lose touch just like that? If he knew my mother died, why didn't he checked to see if she and my dad had any kids left behind? I was in hell with that family when my mother died. Didn't he care? You said he hated Aunt Petunia, does that mean he didn't give a damn about my mother as well?

*both of them were oblivious of people watching them*

Beck: How the fuck should I know! Ask him!

"Mister Potter." Severus came up. "I would hope that you could keep your voice down, but it seems you have no control. Detention tonight. And you Miss Evan, ten points."

Harry: *glares long and hard at Beck before getting up abruptly, grabbed his bags and left the room, slamming the door as he went*

*everyone fell into an awkward silence*

Beck: ...what the fuck is going on.

"Ten more points. We do not use that laguage." He turned. "Back to work, no one told you stop." Severus helped up to desk.

*everyone continued to work quietly, also thinking that same thing Beck was thinking, among other things*

Beck: *glare* Whatever. *gets up and leaves*

Severus was stunned...to say the least. Harry had not acted like that in years.

Harry: *stormed off all the way to the Quidditch field. Seeing no one there, he let out a frustrated scream. He screamed and screamed until his voice was hoarse and tears were flowing out of his jade-green eyes*