Harry could literally feel Snape’s eyes on him the next morning at breakfast in the great hall. He was still mad at his professor for acting the way he did. But more or less, he also felt ashamed. He was usually so much better at keeping his feelings in check. Harry begged and pleaded that his potion professor didn’t investigate further or that he didn't get any more detentions. He feared the memories would evolve into much more traumatic events. "What’s up with you and Professor Snape?" Seamus Finnigan asked one of Harry's classmates who sat next to Ron, the opposite of Harry. "Huh?" Harry answered as he turned his attention back to his friends after his eyes had been locked with the professor for a questionable time. "You and Snape, mate, what happened during detention?" Dean Thomas joined in on the conversation and placed himself beside Harry. "Nothing, just a little fight," Harry mumbled back, turning his head to check on the status of his professor, who had now left the hall. Harry, you can’t let him get to you; there's no need to go around and ask for more detention," Hermione flew in. No, yeah, you’re right." Harry just agreed with his friends; he had no intention of joining Snape on another detention.