Track 15

Quick note for those non-japanese speaking people out there:

Daisuki = I like/love you.

Harry and Severus returned to the DADA classroom a few minutes later, having managed (through some blind chance of fate) to avoid passing anyone in the halls. The sight that greeted them upon their return was one of utter chaos.

Upon reflection, it really was Remus�s own fault that his classroom was very nearly demolished. Common sense, after all, would say that pairing Sirius up with a Malfoy for anything could really end in nothing but disaster. In fact, the only thing that could produce worse results would be pairing Sirius with Severus Snape, and even that was debatable. Therefore it should have come as no surprise that upon their return, Harry and Snape found Remus and Dean hiding behind Remus�s overturned desk-cum-shield while Sirius and Draco pointed two objects that very much resembled bazookas at one another.

"Say one more thing about my mother, Black, and I swear I�ll�"

"Now, is this really any way to be treating your older cousin, young man?"

"Psst!" Remus hissed, beckoning Harry and Severus over. "Take cover!" he mouthed when they didn�t immediately respond.

Severus quickly dragged Harry over to join the other two behind the desk. The boy had a worrying gleam in his eye that looked an awful lot like the one he got just before he was about to leap headfirst into a dangerous situation, and Snape really didn�t fancy having to clean up his remains afterward.

"What the hell happened? I couldn�t have been gone for more than ten minutes!" Severus whispered harshly to Remus, who looked at him incredulously.

"You really have to ask?"

Harry, meanwhile, was trying to get a better look at what was going on. His eyes widened when he saw what the two men had slung over their shoulders. "Oh, my God�are those what I think they are?" he asked, turning to Dean. His fellow Gryffindor mutely nodded. "But�but where�d they�?"

"We don�t know," Remus cut in, watching Sirius and Draco nervously. "Quite frankly, I�m not entirely sure I want to know. Sirius just reached into his pants and�"

"Okay, okay! I don�t want to know, either!" Harry hurriedly declared.

"The question is, now what do we do?" Severus muttered, still clutching Harry�s hand tightly just in case the brat got it into his head to jump mindlessly into the middle of things, as he was wont to do.

"That�s it!" Draco suddenly cried, aiming his weapon directly at Sirius.

"Oh, God, get down!" Remus cried, pulling Harry and Dean down beside him as Severus ducked. There was a loud boom followed by the sounds of shattering glass. Then, silence.

The four men behind the desk peered over to survey the damage. The windows were shattered, the wall had great burn marks all over it, and a very singed Sirius was glaring at Draco, bazooka still pointed at the blonde Slytherin, who looked incredibly shaken.

"You weren�t supposed to actually fire, you idiot," Sirius growled. "Now look at the mess you�ve made."

"I�you�but�" Draco squeaked, looking back and forth between the obliterated windows and his slightly blackened, but otherwise unharmed cousin.

"You know, I have half a mind to actually speak to that wench you call a mother about all of this. Despite all of her numerous faults, I know she wouldn�t approve of such reckless behavior," Sirius continued. "It�s unbefitting of a Slytherin, after all, or so my mother always used to tell me. Hell, you could have killed someone!" He shook his head. "Honestly, what the hell were you thinking?"

"I�I just�" Draco stuttered, dropping the bazooka carelessly to the floor, causing the others to wince. "I didn�t�you�"

"Your behavior today has been nothing short of disgraceful," Sirius ranted on. "You have shamed the house of Black, and I don�t appreciate having my job taken away like that! Now, go to your room right now and think about what you�ve done! Go!" Sirius ordered, pointing to the door. Draco, pale and shaking, ran from the room, apparently forgetting that Sirius was supposed to be his most-hated relative and certainly not someone he should be taking orders from.

Despite his protests that he was fine, Remus insisted that Sirius see Madam Pomfrey. "After all," he�d said, "you can�t really expect me to believe that you�re just fine and dandy after having a large projectile weapon shot at you point-blank." Eventually he managed to bribe the Animagus, although with what Harry didn�t know. Judging from the blush and excited look on Sirius�s face, he didn�t think he wanted to know either.

Since Dean had left shortly before Harry�s godfathers, Harry soon found himself alone in the charred classroom with Snape, who was making a point of not looking at Harry. Harry decided he would use this time alone with his professor to his advantage. He screwed up all of his courage before reaching over and placing a hand on the taller man�s shoulder. He felt Snape stiffen. "Sir?"

"Yes, Mr. Potter?" Snape replied, still not facing Harry.

"I don�t like Draco." Harry mentally slapped himself. Where the hell had that come from? Why had he said something so absurdly inane? Why, why, why?

Snape snorted. "Is that so? I never would have guessed." He turned and finally looked at Harry, taking in the younger man�s flushing cheeks and anxious expression. "Well, Potter, charming as this conversation of ours has been�"

"Daisuki!" Harry suddenly cried out, and Snape realized he�d forgotten to remove the translation charm he�d placed on the boy shortly before they�d returned to Lupin�s classroom. He, of course, wasn�t familiar with that particular word, as the extent of his Japanese covered death, destruction, and muggle business terms. For all he knew, the brat could have been swearing at him. In fact, he wouldn�t put it past him to do just that�

"I�m going to pretend I didn�t hear that, Mr. Potter," he said quietly. "Now, if you would please step aside, I have a traumatized student to attend to." With that, he swept out of the room, leaving a confused and downright devastated Harry behind him.