Snape had better things to do than dwell on the past and try remember forgotten memories. After all he was a potions teacher, 7 years now. "Before the feast begins Dumbledoor would like to say a few words." Miss mcgonagall said politely.
"There will be a second potions professor, since Snape has some personal matters he will need an assistant, you are to not Harass the new professor." Dumbledoor said loudly so the students would stop talking.
"Slytherin please come up to the stage to claim your prizes." Dumbledoor said as if something were troubling him so much he forgot to say that in his speech. "Snape, that is your house." Snape blushed and ran up to the stage with his house. "Since you've won you'll be receivin the nimbus 3007 brooms!" Hagrid said with an off accent.
That night
Dream
Lucious pinned Snape to the wall and started kissing him, he was intent. True love, not faked. "What are you doing!?" Snape whisper shouted. "What does it look like?" And lucious brung him into a stall and snape lost his v-card on the way.
