A/N This is a short little drabble that popped into my head the other night, depressing. Dedicated to Jenessa for making me realize how hot Snape can be.
Snape stared out the window at the darkened lawn and thundering rain as he pulled his robes back on after a night of heat and passion. The night reflected his inner feelings of hate and bitter sorrow, the hatred that ripped his spirit to shreds and left him lying in anguish. It seemed to him as if the sky itself were crying for his soul, a soul that was beyond the reach of any mortal.
"It's beautiful, isn't it, Severus?" the woman one the bed behind him purred as she stood up, letting her fragile negligee tighten around her curves. She stared out the window over his shoulder, admiring the rain on the usually brilliant courtyard, "So mysterious and dark. Like you, my pet. The night is a truly gorgeous beast." She stood on tiptoe to reach his ear, letting her tongue flick over it as she spoke, "A night for lovers"
By the time she realized he had moved, he was to the doorway with the door open. He turned around slowly, to make a final statement, "we were never lovers Narcissa, you were only a game to me" And the last thing she say was the billowing of his black robes as he ran down the steps and into the darkening night.
So absolutely heartless.
A/N I know the end doesn't make sense but I like it, so I kept it. Hopefully this will become a bunch of drabbles about the heartless master of the dungeon. BTW Snape is my favorite character, and I really don't think he's heartless
