Juliet Snape(ON HOLD)

Chapter 7

We rushed down the corridor, I cant say I have ever walked so quick and seen them all so distressed, whilst I was just totally confused. Maybe I should of stayed till the end.

"Why didn't you tell us you could speak Parseltoungue Harry?" Ron growled at him, as we stopped in the corridor.

"Parsel What?" Harry whispered curiously, I had heard of parseltoungue off my father's books that I probably shouldn't of read and if he knew I would literally be murdered.

"You can talk to snakes!" I grinned, I think I was the only one to be excited about this. The power to talk to snakes that has to be awesome.

"I know I can!" Harry took a step back from us and looked at us all. "I did it once at the zoo with the ' when I set the snake on Dudley." I laughed at the thought of this, apparently Ron and Hermione weren't amused at this moment.

'This is so bad" Ron shook his head, putting his hand in his ginger hair, he must be thinking how much of an idiot to make friends with the kid that can talk to snakes. "You can talk to snakes and so could Salazar Slytherin, that's why the symbol of Slytherin is a snake.'

I had a realization moment, maybe that's why Harry was nearly sorted into Slytherin. "For all we know you could be related to him" Hermione frowned, looking anxious.

"I'm not" Harry refused the idea, biting his lip, he was under so much pressure I just wanted to hug him.

"But you could be" Ron said, shrugging. I hit him with my arm for the second time this evening and pulled Harry into a hug. He hugged me back straight away. See! I knew he needed one, as he finally pulled away a blush formed on my cheeks. No! This is wrong, this is Harry! Your best friend Harry. You do not like him. "I erm-" They all looked at me waited for my response. "I need to feed my monkey!" I blurted out an excuse. Running away from their weird glances.

I ran as fast as my little legs could carry me to my dads office, they would never dare to look for me here. I grinned to myself and knocked on the door hastily.

'Enter" A voice drawled from the other side, I entered the room and leaned my back against the door, breathing heavily. That would be an awkward conversation for tomorrow, my birthday too.

"Juliet?"

I remembered my father was still here and jumped a little. He had his usual glass of fire whiskey in his left hand and his marking papers spread across his desk, he seemed to be quite tired. "Hello Father" I smiled at him, pulling a chair over to the side of his desk, I felt like a bit of daddy-daughter time.

"Is there something on your mind?" He asked me, tilting his head slighty, acting a little bit bothered, i'm not usually this quiet. I just blushed and mumbled.

"Juliet Eileen Snape you know I hate it when you mumble, it's not polite" He said in a mocking tone, he wanted to get it out of me. "Is it something to do with your friends? Harry? You seem to like him" He said cruelly.

My head jumped up to see the accusing look my father gave me. "For goodness sake's I do not like Harry! He's my friend" I rolled my eyes at him, I promised myself that it wouldn't be any further, why ruin a good friendship? Besides, girls swoon after him, I've just been friend-zoned. I REPEAT, JUST BEEN FRIEND-ZONED.

"Juliet? You went to lala land again" He sighed, he always called it that since I was little when I daydreamed because I would completely blank out. Important decisions could be made up there and then he would take it seriously.

"Sorry" I batted my eyelashes at him, smiling. I knew how to confuse my own father I had too much practise.

"Well because it's your birthday tomorrow, we're going out for dinner" he demanded, smirking.

"Okay, what's the catch?"

"No catch, just be here for 7."

"Fine."

"Fine."

I nodded and my father and stood awkwardly with my hands behind my back. "Dad?" I asked.

He looked up from his papers again with a questioning look. "Juliet?"

"Can I stay the night? I can't be bothered going back to the dorm and saying the password and-"

"Okay okay, yes. Just don't make a habit of it."

I nodded again, not quite sure what to say to him, after a small smile I left the room, towards my bedroom.  "Goodnight, Dad." I said quietly, closing the door.

I had a slow walk around my room, I hadn't been here for a year maybe more. It hadn't changed a bit. My fairy lights dangled around the ceiling and my collection of teddy bears still stayed at the end of my bed. The only elderly thing in my room was the makeup that was hidden in my draws to hide from my dad.

I finally reached my bed and lifted the pillow to find an old pair of pyjamas laying there, perfect. I quickly slipped them on out of my robes and jumped into bed, quite literally.

I remembered hugging Harry as I covered my face from my duvet, it would definitely be awkward tomorrow.

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