Snape's True Love

Snape's True Love

"Oh, never have I met someone so compassionate, so caring, so beautiful," Snape smiled breathlessly.

He was so happy since he had met his loved. Someone who loved everything he did. He had been in relationships before (his neighbor's cat, for example) but he was convinced that was the one. He had polished his nose extremely shiny and used extra grease for his hair for tonight.

Such illustrious hair, such a wonderful smile, everything about his loved was perfect in his eyes.

Full of love, Snape now had to tear himself away from that beautiful face. God, bathroom mirrors are distracting.

[Does anyone get it? Snape was talking about himself? Huh, any laughs? No? Geez, tough crowd. I would like to blame this fic on both the fact that I had to spend two freaking hours in the car with my family, and the fact that I'm being drugged. Robitussin is bad enough, but has anyone ever tasted that purple nighttime triacting crap? It tastes like dog – I'll shut up now. Anyway, I rather like writing these things that I affectionately call FMF – five minute fics. Beware my wrath. ; ' ) ]