A/N: This story follows the events of The Goblet of Fire but takes a few turns to support my story. Please R&R.
Harlow Harris walked into Professor Snape's dungeon office in the last days of her fifth year, "Severus, how can you ignore what is going on between the two of us?" she asked, forward for her but she felt she was running out of time.
Snape looked at her, his face serious as usual, as he shook his head, "Foolish girl, you are not even eighteen years of age," he began before adding a thought against his better judgement, "Come to me at the beginning of next year and we shall reevaluate our situation. Will that appease you?" he asked.
Harlow looked at her teacher, whom she'd been in love with for the last two years, and nodded, "I can agree to your proposal but don't think for a moment you're buying yourself time because I am not going to forget how I feel," she explained before turning away from him and storming out of his office.
Harlow gathered her things for her sixth year at Hogwarts as she told her parents goodbye. She went alone to the train and made her journey to school where she quickly took her things to her dorm before making her ways down to the depths of the dungeon.
She reached Snape's door and knocked gently before waiting for a response. The door opened slowly to reveal Snape's surprised face on the other side.
"May I help you with something Ms. Harris?" he asked as he opened the door, just enough to allow her through.
Harlow made her way into his office, knowing they had limited time before dinner would begin, and spoke, "You told me that I could speak with you this year about us and what is going on, are you ready to do that now?" she was bold in her voice but inside she felt shaky.
Snape looked at her, his face showing surprise, "I did not seriously believe you would return so I haven't given your proposal any thought. Why do you pursue a relationship with me? Besides the obvious obstacle that I am your teacher, you're far too young for me," he stated as he took in her forward beginning to the new year.
Harlow wasn't shocked at his reaction as she'd predicted he hadn't taken her seriously before, "Professor Snape, I have deep feelings for you and I know from our interactions that you feel them too. We can ignore them once again as we have in the past but I would very much like to see where we go from the innocent, accidental touches," she stated, putting herself out there and allowing him total control of their story.
"Ms. Harris, I am not only the head of your house but your professor which means that you and I can not communicate like this," he replied, looking away, "I had no idea that you would pursue me when I spoke to you at the end of last year but you need to understand that we can never be anything more then what we are. Do you understand what I'm saying?" he asked, his face serious but in his eyes, Harlow could see a soft hint of regret.
She nodded, "Yes sir, I will let you get ready for the feast. See you later," she said quickly before turning away from him and racing to her dorm to put her things away.