What was it that caused me to be drawn to him? What was it that caused me to think about him in the most inopportune moments, to blush at even the mention of him, to wish for his presence day and night?
Was it his eyes, a deep obsidian black, that felt as if they could look into your very soul, read you every emotion, know what you were about to do next?
Was it his hair, a long, greasy black that fell to his shoulders and rippled carelessly in the wind?
Was it his hooked nose, that, although larger than most, managed to suit his graceful features and look, dare I say it, beautiful?
Was it his choice of speech, where even the bravest of men would cower at the sharp words and hurtful tones?
Was it the way those cold onyx eyes softened when he glanced at me, the corners of his thin lips turning upwards in a barely existent smirk?
Was it his bravery and honour, which caused him to risk his life daily for the 'Greater Good'?
Or was it simply the way he loved me with such a fiery passion that no one could deny or doubt it?
Perhaps, I mused, it was all of those things. Perhaps it was all of those things that drew me, Harry Potter, to the bat-like Severus Snape.
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Hey, guys. Wow, this was unexpected. I finished reading a spectacular chapter of an awesome Snarry fic, and I felt inspired. Of course, I wanted to make this a Snarry, so I shoved in Harry's name. But… Really, it is my own musings. Ahaha… Yeah. Imagine that, falling for a book character. Please review!
-MBM