I own nothing. Dirty sluts.
Snape watched from his seat at the staff table in the Great Hall. He watched the gorgeous brown haired girl laugh with her friends at the Gryffindor table. The gorgeous brown haired girl he could never have.
Sonny Monroe.
It wasn't as easy as it was with Lily; at least Lily was his own age. But she ran off with that ball sack James Potter, and oh look where that got her. DEAD.
But Sonny, no, Sonny was different. He wanted her more than he wanted Lily. He didn't think that was possible. Sonny was gorgeous, smart, and funny. Plus she is famous in the muggle world, so maybe she could help him kick start his career as a famous hip-hop dancer. Cause hip-hop dancing is Snape's secret passion.
Anyway, he felt a connection towards Sonny and he knew that deep down she felt it too. So he wasn't as nervous when he asked her to stay after class today. Or when he confessed that he loved her. His nerves calmed down when she jumped on him and kissed him full on the mouth, he knew that this was right.
Age didn't matter or anything. She was a hot babe and she was totally all over him.
Professor Snape couldn't be happier.
Thanks, Steph.