AN: This is for a good friend of mine whom loves this pairing. (She's been in love with Snape since she was five…I think.)Anyway, this is for you. A.R. As for everyone who reads this, no this was not intended to be a long story what so ever. It is just a rough summary of what should have happened.
Once upon a time there was a boy. He was nothing really special or anything like that. He was very tall and lanky, with greasy black hair that hung in his face. He was also a member of the Syltherin House.
As I said before he wasn't very special. Although, he was very good with potions, but that is another story. To continue, he didn't have many friends, to tell the truth he only had one friend. Lily.
She was the light in his dark, cold world. She was always there for him in anything he needed. I could go on and on about them, and how close they were, but I won't.
Anyway, as they were in their last year, Snape suddenly gave her a ring and asked her to marry him. She said yes, seeing as they had grown very close to one another in the past years of school. That year after graduation, they got married, and lived happily ever after the end.