She shrugged, only barely able to suppress the blush that threatened to form on her cheeks. "Different things, I suppose." Oh, she ached to tell him. But she knew he wouldn’t understand. As much as he’d come to respect Snape since the War, he certainly wouldn’t want to think of him as her... what? Not boyfriend, certainly. How the hell would she explain their relationship to someone like Harry? No, better not. 