An: Okay, this was caused by boredom, a fever, and me looking at the artist note... Well this was inspired by comfortablylaura on devianart. Here's a link to the picture; .com/gallery/4399981#/d2qtyny

Please keep in mind that I MIGHT, just might be delirious as I wrote this...

Disclaimer; Just no...

His dark eyes bore into her own, and she couldn't help but feel like she was the prey of some large, wild beast that could tear her apart without a second thought. Her breath was in harsh gasps, her chest moving quickly up and down, and her heart moved in a loud and uneven beat that she swore he could hear. She didn't know why she had said them. The words that she had sworn never to say out loud, let alone to him. But she had, and the broken flask that had fallen for his grasp the second those secret words had slipped past her lips was proof of this. He never broke his hypnotic gaze, even as he came stalking forward, gait as always graceful, controlled, and dare she think it, sexy. She moved backwards trying to escape both his gaze and him, but he kept those dark, black eyes fixed on her's as he came ever closer, making her hit the stone wall of the dungeon, making her see that she no longer could run. Both of his pale, spindly arms trapped her, one on each side of her head. His velvety cold voice hissed out:

"Repeat that."

She did no such thing, brown eyes surely as big as a doe as he came even closer, his large nose resting near her own, there lips merely a breath apart. She trembled. Not only in fear, but strong desire, desire that shook her to the very depths of her soul. His eyes were still on hers, though a little blurry, by both his nearness and the unshed tears that gathered in her eyes.

"Repeat it!" this time he bellowed it out, his beautiful and masculine voice filled with a cold fury.

She bit her lip, trembling increasing as one of his hands touched the side of her face. His cool skin felt so good in some many ways against her heated flesh. The hand against her face was not smooth, far from it, but some how the roughness of his elegant hands did things to her in ways that she could never explain in words, despite her extensive vocabulary. Everything was too much. His flesh against hers, the feeling of no escape, and his maddening nearness made her snap. She repeated herself, refusing to let her tears free as she spoke the words that were the truest, and most deepest secret she held.

"I love you... I love you, Severus Snape! I love you!"

He gazed at her for at the most half a second before he moved so quickly that she could hardly register what was happening. His lips on hers could be only described as hungry. And her emotions were on par with that. She kissed him with everything she had, basking in the glory that the many kisses were. She couldn't count how many times their lips met, it could have been dozens, thousands, but she didn't care how many. The point was that they where there. She treasured each meeting, memorizing each feeling and sensation that coursed through her, hardly noting the small noises that came from her, but always noting the deep powerful noises that came from him. She could have spent an eternity like this, doing nothing but this forever. But all too soon, he pulled away, stepping back ever so slightly to look at her properly.

"Well..." she whispered out.

"Well..." he copied, eyes slightly glazed, and filled with something that made her want to kiss him all over again.

"I think I have my answer to whether our not you feel the same way." she this slightly warily, hoping beyond hope that she was right.

He looked down at her, his usually distant, emotionless eyes filled with amusement.

"I dare say you do..." he said this softly, voice filled with sarcasm.

She smiled, so widely that she almost feared that she would tear her skin. She knew she wasn't going to get an I love you back, not yet. He was a man that damaged, and he could never trust anyone, not even himself. She knew in time that he would say it, and she was patient. Not to mention as stubborn as a mule. She wished he would say it of course, she wanted to hear his silky voice say it, she wanted that more than anything. But she wasn't a moron. And she had come to know Severus better than most, especially in these past few months. So she settled, she settled for ever she could get from him. Besides, she had always been a gambler at heart, so why not gamble the most she could offer? Herself. She was snapped out of her inner monologue as she felt both of his cool hands touch her cheeks, gently, as if he was afraid to break her.

"This is best kept secret..." he whispered softly, his lips hovering over her forehead, his breath washing over it.

She nodded, after all he was her potions master, the man that was teaching her the fine art of brewing. She needed this higher degree in potions to become a Healer, and she could help but think of him to teach her, even after all these years after her school days. Teacher and student relationships were taboo, muggle world or wizarding, so they needed to be careful. Never mind that she was of age in both worlds. They just have to wait. With the softest of sighs, he kissed her temple, making her eyes close at the sweet gesture. The tenderness he displayed with such a kiss seemed completely out of character for him, but she really couldn't bring herself to care, instead she just let the feelings it provoked wash over her.