"Thank you, Sir." Melanie said, walking out the door with a small, half-hearted wave. She made her way down to the Great Hall, and sat in her usual spot with the gang. 

"Hey, Mel," Ron said with a confused look. "We've all been wondering where you were."

"With Snape," Melanie groaned. "Since my Potions cla.ss...We kind of got into arguments." Hermione raised her eyebrows. "Oh no. What kind of arguments?"

"Well, I don't know, he called me Potter, made fun of my father and of Harry-" Harry cut her off. "He did what now?!" He growled. "Harry, please. It's all right." 

Severus layed his forehead down on his desk, groaning softly. Oh, how he had a headache; all because of Pot-Melanie. He would never admit it, but it was amusing to be around her, save for the part about her kneeing him in the groin. His body shifted, reacting unconsciously to the memory.

"Damn girl." 

((Ok timeskip~ Lol. To after dinner when she has to go back there. x3))

Melanie scowled when Hermione asked where she was going. "Snape's, again." She rolled her eyes. "It's for Remedial." Hermione shook her head. "Don't kill him, Melanie." Melanie laughed. "No promises." Though, of course, the thought of wanting Snape dead that always lingered was long gone. She definitely didn't hate him-at least, not as much as she used to. She had gotten to know him a little more, and that made her realize he wasn't as bad as she once thought. Entertaining, actually. She smiled faintly to herself, and walked towards Snape's cl*censored*.sroom.

"I'm baaack~! Did'ja miss me?" Melanie said when she entered the room. 

Dinner had always finished late. It was ten, and Severus had thought that the girls weren't going to come. Fresh out of the shower, he exited out of a painting in the wall, much like the House dormitories. Severus donned a tight black tank top and long pajama pants that were, of course, black.

"Oh, you guys came," He smirked, tousling his wet hair. 

((Tis fine, I just got home.))

Severus shot her a look, shaking his head. "You too, Miss Leigh." He replied, sitting on his chair. He spun it slowly, grabbing something before setting it on the desk.

"Firewhiskey? Miss Potter can't handle it." He said smoothly.

((Lol, sure.))

Severus chuckled, waving his hand. The bottle floated up to Silvie's cup, pouring it halfway.

"Yes, true. Then again, I doubt any student here can drink me under the table."

((Ooh, a crush on Melanie? 8D Drama wee~))

"I can too handle it!" Melanie whined, sticking her tongue out at Snape. "And you didn't tell me you had Butterbeer. That's my favorite."