[...] = lyrics
'...' = inner monologue
"..." = outloud speech
Please review. If you guys want, I'll post a second chapter, but if no one says anything, then I will not write another chapter. So if you like it enough to wanna see more, then you're gonna have to work for it
Oh yes, and this is SLASH! For those of you who don't know what it is (poor sheltered beings) it is two members of the same sex being together...yes, in that way. So if that offends you, please stop reading right now and don't flame me and tell me how unholy I am and that I'm going to burn in hell for writting this stuff, please. If you do, however, feel the need to flame me, I can take it...but that's only if you can't hold back your murderous rage towards me
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He leaned back in his uncomfortable desk chair suddenly and grabbed the bridge of his nose as he released his long-overdue aggravated sigh. Professor Severus Snape had been sitting there for over 2 hours grading the 6th years papers on Kings Foil and its uses, not really reading them at all. In fact, he'd read the same sentence on Ms. Florence's scroll about 10 times, and it wasn't even right! It played in his head, almost mocking him: "Kings Foil is a very rare, beautiful flower used in healing draughts for people who suffer from severe cuts." No no no no NO! Kings Foil is a very abundant weed, not a flower at all.
He finally scratched his disapproval on the parchment and moved onto the rest of it, which, consequently, explained of how beautiful the plant could be. 'Stop reading romance novels and believing in 'love at 16' and read your potions book and stray back into reality!' he cursed the young girl in his head.
Severus Snape had much bigger things to worry about right now than reading umpteen scrolls telling him wrong things about something that he already knew about. No, the greasy potions master was having relationship problems; something he hadn't had in quite sometime, and it was bugging him that he would have to go through this at his age. In fact, he probably wouldn't be if Harry Bloody Potter hadn't come into his life.
Their relationship had started in Harry's 6th year after he had defeated Voldemort, and continued to this day: 2 years after his graduation from Hogwarts.
Severus was never a man to be naïve or slow witted, no; he knew Harry would get bored with him some day and leave him…some day soon. He knew he shouldn't be thinking this way, that he should enjoy what he had while he still had it, but deep down something was telling him his relationship was soon going to end. That his love would soon leave him all alone.
He was a proud man. Raised an aristocrat and holding the title of the best Potions Master in all of England, not to mention his Order of Merlin – First Class for his duties in the war. But through all of that, he was still afraid of being alone after having someone there for him when he woke up in the morning and to hold on to at night to fight off his nightmares (though he would never admit to anyone, not even Harry, that he had them).
He sighed heavily again and looked at the clock: 6:30; dinner would be ready soon. Just as he was looking back down at the scrolls on his desk again reluctantly, the door to his office opened, admitting the DADA teacher: Harry Potter himself, a very happy Harry Potter, at that. Snape couldn't help but smile at the excitement on his young lovers face. He loved the boy, and the boy said he loved him back…but the words couldn't be trusted.
"Sev, I've got wonderful news!" Harry came over to the desk and straddled Severus' legs and kissed him passionately before Severus could answer
"And what news, pray tell, would that be?" He asked once his lips were returned to him
"Ron got the job he's been desperately trying to get! The one at the ministry as the lead criminal investigator! Isn't that lovely?" Harry was practically bouncing on the older mans legs, causing slight discomfort on said legs
Snape simply raised an eyebrow and looked at Harry then said, "And I should care? Really, Harry, he's your friend, not mine" he was only playing around and the younger man knew it, but they still had the most fun when they playfully bantered with one another, so he took the bait
"Now really, Sev, you know you simply love Ron. And I know you're happy for him, no matter what you say" A smile playing at the corners of his mouth all the while
Severus sighed in fake resignation and said, "I guess you're right. Since I 'simply love' him so much," he began, mocking his lovers words, "then maybe I should be bedding him instead of you" a perfectly raised eyebrow
"If you want," Harry said, getting off his lap, "he's awesome in bed. Besides, it's not like I'm terribly fond of you, anyway" he joked as he went into the bedroom, leaving the door open in invitation
Of course, Snape followed him into the room and was met by the sight of a shirtless Harry looking through his wardrobe for a different one to put on. Severus admired the toned shoulders and back for a minute and then walked over and wrapped his arms around the young mans waist, pulling him flush against his chest. Harry sighed in contentment and leaned back against him, rolling his head back so it now lay on Severus' right shoulder, his eyes closed, as his hands moved down and were placed over the ones on his abs.
"I love when you do this," Harry said quietly
"I could tell," he said before leaning down and catching his lovers lips with his own. As the kiss became more heated, Severus turned Harry in his arms so they were now facing each other and began to move them towards the bed, but Harry pulled away.
"No," he said, "not now"
"What?" Severus asked, obviously shocked, his ears weren't expecting to hear those words
"Ron, Hermione and I are going out to celebrate Ron's promotion. I'm supposed to meet them in The Three Broomsticks in 20 minutes and I'm not finished getting ready yet" he explained
"I see. Alright then, I understand" Severus placed a light kiss on his lovers nose and pulled away, heading towards the door to his classroom again
"Are you angry?" Harry asked, not moving from where he had been left
"No, I'm not angry, I completely understand. I've got papers to grade, so I was going to go back and do that now while you get ready, if that's quite alright" He said, not turning around so Harry couldn't see the hurt and confusion in his eyes
"If you're sure…because I don't want you mad at me" he said earnestly
"Get ready, Harry" and he walked out of the room
He knew he'd have to do it soon. Harry was showing signs of his not wanting to be with his old professor anymore. As much as he loved the boy (which was quite a lot, believe me), he could no longer stay with him because he would soon be hurt. He couldn't be hurt again.
About 10 minutes later, Harry emerged from the room dressed in his tight (but not too tight) black leather pants and his long-sleeved button up green dress shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows and the top two buttons undone. He made his way over to Severus and leaned down to give him a quick kiss.
"I'll be back late, so don't wait up," he said, but he only received a grunt in response. As he was about to walk out the door, hand on the knob, he turned and said: "And please, Sev, eat something tonight. I know you didn't eat lunch" and with that he walked out, closing the door behind him.
As soon as the lock caught, Severus put his head in his hands, letting his fingers massage his tired eyes that, at some point, began to throb, then ran his hands through his shoulder-length hair and breathed deeply for a few seconds.
He finally dragged himself up from his chair and went to the Great Hall for dinner. He was late, as usual, and didn't really eat anything. Albus kept sending curious, sad looks his way, which Severus chose to pointedly ignore. And even though he arrived late, he left before anyone else did and retired to his rooms to try to take his mind off Harry, and what he would be doing the next day.
As soon as he awoke the next morning, he'd tell Harry that he was leaving him and then proceed to Albus' office to resign from his position as Potions Master. He simply couldn't stay here any longer.
No matter what the boy said about not waiting up for him, he'd do it anyway. He knew Harry'd be home soon; he never did like staying out too late, plus it was already midnight. So he set his wards to tell him when Harry was coming towards the outside door and then laid down on his side of the bed and read. Surely enough, not even a half hour later the wards went haywire, as he had set them to, signaling Harry was home.
He quickly and quietly closed his book, set it on the bedside table, and turned out the light, making himself comfortable under the covers as he heard Harry enter the classroom. He barely settled himself, lying on his back in the big bed, before the bedroom door opened and admitted Harry.
It took the boy about five minutes to get ready to sleep, and then he climbed into bed. When he did, he nestled over to Severus and positioned himself so he was on his side, facing the man, and being supported upright by an elbow. He then quietly moved down and placed a soft, tender kiss on Severus' lips. Through the dark, Severus could smell some alcohol on the boys breath, but not much; certainly not enough to be drunk on.
[Last night you gave me a kiss
You didn't know it, but I was awake when you did
You were quiet, you were gonna let me sleep
So I just laid there pretending to be.]
"So peaceful…yet still so worried," Harry said and lightly traced the furrow between Severus' eyes. It took all of his will power not to move or open his eyes to let his lover know he was awake. Just when Severus thought the boy had fallen asleep, he spoke up again: "I hope you're not mad at me, my love. You probably think I don't care about you anymore. But I do. God help me, I do. You're not greasy, you're not a bat, and you're not all that old," he whispered on, "you're my dark angel. I don't know what I'm going to do without you," another soft kiss was placed on slightly trembling lips, though that went unnoticed since Harry's were trembling as well, "I love you, Severus" And with that, the boy lowered himself to the bed beside Severus and fell asleep.
[You said some things
You didn't know I could hear
And the words "I love you"
Never sounded so sincere
It's gonna make it hard to tell you that I'm leaving
Now that I know just how much you care
You finally gave me one good reason not to go
But staying here is my worst fear.]
Severus lay awake for an hour or more after Harry had fallen asleep at his side, thinking about the words that had been said. Even after Harry had confessed those things, the Potion Masters mind still stayed set on the same answer: he had to leave, because Harry would tire of him soon and hurt him. 'He's so young,' Severus told himself, 'he'll never want to stay here forever. But I want him to stay here forever…I have to go before I get hurt too badly'. With that last thought, Severus allowed sleep to overtake him.
The next morning Snape awoke to find Harry missing from the bed, and one look at the clock revealed why: it was 11:30 in the afternoon, and Harry always got up around 10. Come to think of it, Severus always got up around 10, as well…huh…odd.
Oh yes; now he remembered why he had slept in. The conversation that Harry had had with the "sleeping" Severus the previous night came flooding back to him, along with an uneasy weight in his stomach. Today was the day he left Harry and Hogwarts forever.
He got out of bed and walked out into the connected kitchen area to the left of the bed. Walking in, however, he found no one. Puzzled, he looked through the rest of the small enclosure, still not finding the boy he sought. "Harry!" he called out in every room, each time a little louder than the last, but there never came a reply. He walked back into the kitchen, pulled out one of the chairs, and sat down in the empty room. Taking a second look at the table, however, he spotted a note that was lying innocently on the smooth wooden top. Severus shakily leaned forward and picked up the parchment in his hand that unmistakably had Harry's handwriting on it and read:
'My Dear Severus,
Please forgive me for taking the cowards way out and not telling you this to your face. I must leave you. I'm sorry, my love, I didn't want to, you must believe me. It has become increasingly apparent to me that you are losing interest in me and what we had. Maybe you were scared I would be the one to lose interest in our relationship, but I swear to you that that would never have happened.
You're probably asking yourself why I left, then. The truth is, Severus, that the way you were treating me, as if you were bored with me, hurt me more than words can say. So many times in my life I've felt the same pain, and I'm too old to just settle to take it; even from you.
So I left. And I'm sorry if this hurt you, but I couldn't take it anymore. I'm sure you know where to find me if you wish to sort things out, or make me believe that you still love me like you said you did.
I will always love you, Severus. My Severus. And if you truly do feel afraid that I will grow tired of your company, please believe me when I say, with all the sincerity in my heart, that I will never tire of your company or the life that we may have if you ever take me back. I love you. Goodbye.
Forever Yours,
Harry J. Potter'
As he finished reading the letter, a tear fell onto the parchment, landing next to Harry's name. He was gone…
[This morning I rolled out of bed
Recalling all the sweet things you said
This was the day I was gonna hurt you bad
Called out your name
But you didn't answer back
I searched the house to find out what was wrong
Like a ton of bricks, it hit me you were gone
It's gonna make it hard to tell you that I'm leaving
Now that I know just how much you care
You finally gave me one good reason not to go
But staying here is my worst fear.]
This was not how this was supposed to go. I was supposed to leave him, not the other way around. It was my job to feel insecure, not him; not my angel.
'Maybe you were wrong. You can still get him back' Severus' conscious tried to tell him
'No! He'll still hurt me! He's playing with my heart' he retorted in his head
'Go to him! You know he's at Ron's house. Go and get your love and life back!'
'I can't! He'll know I'm weak then and leave me again anyway'
'But that's just it: he wants to know that you're human; that you're capable of returning the feelings he has towards you. You know you can do that and you know you want to.'
'It's useless' he was crying on the outside as he fought his internal struggle
'Stop blubbering and Go. To. Him.'
'He won't take me back' and suddenly after this statement in his head, he remembered a part of what Harry had said last night: 'I don't know what I'm going to do without you', not 'I don't know what I would do without you' as he had originally thought. How could he have missed that last night? He slapped his forehead and his conscious came back to fight:
'Stop beating yourself up, old man. You know what you must do if you want to get him back. Now GO! Don't make me say it again!'
Severus nodded resolutely once and, leaving the note on the table, walked towards the door
[All along I knew that there was something missing
And only one thing left to do
I had to leave behind this life that we'd been living
But the only thing that left was you
It's gonna make it hard to tell you that I'm leaving
Now that I know just how much you care
You finally gave me one good reason not to go
But being alone is my worst fear
And staying here is my worst fear.]
As the Potions Master made his way out of the building and to Ron's house, he kept repeating one phrase over and over in his head: 'He swore he'd never tire of me'
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So that's that. Do you want me to write another chapter for this? Because I certainly can, though it'll be a WIP.
The song that keeps "playing" is 'My Worst Fear' by Rascal Flatts. I got the idea last night/this morning at breakfast.
Please review and tell me what you think of it
'...' = inner monologue
"..." = outloud speech
Please review. If you guys want, I'll post a second chapter, but if no one says anything, then I will not write another chapter. So if you like it enough to wanna see more, then you're gonna have to work for it
Oh yes, and this is SLASH! For those of you who don't know what it is (poor sheltered beings) it is two members of the same sex being together...yes, in that way. So if that offends you, please stop reading right now and don't flame me and tell me how unholy I am and that I'm going to burn in hell for writting this stuff, please. If you do, however, feel the need to flame me, I can take it...but that's only if you can't hold back your murderous rage towards me
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He leaned back in his uncomfortable desk chair suddenly and grabbed the bridge of his nose as he released his long-overdue aggravated sigh. Professor Severus Snape had been sitting there for over 2 hours grading the 6th years papers on Kings Foil and its uses, not really reading them at all. In fact, he'd read the same sentence on Ms. Florence's scroll about 10 times, and it wasn't even right! It played in his head, almost mocking him: "Kings Foil is a very rare, beautiful flower used in healing draughts for people who suffer from severe cuts." No no no no NO! Kings Foil is a very abundant weed, not a flower at all.
He finally scratched his disapproval on the parchment and moved onto the rest of it, which, consequently, explained of how beautiful the plant could be. 'Stop reading romance novels and believing in 'love at 16' and read your potions book and stray back into reality!' he cursed the young girl in his head.
Severus Snape had much bigger things to worry about right now than reading umpteen scrolls telling him wrong things about something that he already knew about. No, the greasy potions master was having relationship problems; something he hadn't had in quite sometime, and it was bugging him that he would have to go through this at his age. In fact, he probably wouldn't be if Harry Bloody Potter hadn't come into his life.
Their relationship had started in Harry's 6th year after he had defeated Voldemort, and continued to this day: 2 years after his graduation from Hogwarts.
Severus was never a man to be naïve or slow witted, no; he knew Harry would get bored with him some day and leave him…some day soon. He knew he shouldn't be thinking this way, that he should enjoy what he had while he still had it, but deep down something was telling him his relationship was soon going to end. That his love would soon leave him all alone.
He was a proud man. Raised an aristocrat and holding the title of the best Potions Master in all of England, not to mention his Order of Merlin – First Class for his duties in the war. But through all of that, he was still afraid of being alone after having someone there for him when he woke up in the morning and to hold on to at night to fight off his nightmares (though he would never admit to anyone, not even Harry, that he had them).
He sighed heavily again and looked at the clock: 6:30; dinner would be ready soon. Just as he was looking back down at the scrolls on his desk again reluctantly, the door to his office opened, admitting the DADA teacher: Harry Potter himself, a very happy Harry Potter, at that. Snape couldn't help but smile at the excitement on his young lovers face. He loved the boy, and the boy said he loved him back…but the words couldn't be trusted.
"Sev, I've got wonderful news!" Harry came over to the desk and straddled Severus' legs and kissed him passionately before Severus could answer
"And what news, pray tell, would that be?" He asked once his lips were returned to him
"Ron got the job he's been desperately trying to get! The one at the ministry as the lead criminal investigator! Isn't that lovely?" Harry was practically bouncing on the older mans legs, causing slight discomfort on said legs
Snape simply raised an eyebrow and looked at Harry then said, "And I should care? Really, Harry, he's your friend, not mine" he was only playing around and the younger man knew it, but they still had the most fun when they playfully bantered with one another, so he took the bait
"Now really, Sev, you know you simply love Ron. And I know you're happy for him, no matter what you say" A smile playing at the corners of his mouth all the while
Severus sighed in fake resignation and said, "I guess you're right. Since I 'simply love' him so much," he began, mocking his lovers words, "then maybe I should be bedding him instead of you" a perfectly raised eyebrow
"If you want," Harry said, getting off his lap, "he's awesome in bed. Besides, it's not like I'm terribly fond of you, anyway" he joked as he went into the bedroom, leaving the door open in invitation
Of course, Snape followed him into the room and was met by the sight of a shirtless Harry looking through his wardrobe for a different one to put on. Severus admired the toned shoulders and back for a minute and then walked over and wrapped his arms around the young mans waist, pulling him flush against his chest. Harry sighed in contentment and leaned back against him, rolling his head back so it now lay on Severus' right shoulder, his eyes closed, as his hands moved down and were placed over the ones on his abs.
"I love when you do this," Harry said quietly
"I could tell," he said before leaning down and catching his lovers lips with his own. As the kiss became more heated, Severus turned Harry in his arms so they were now facing each other and began to move them towards the bed, but Harry pulled away.
"No," he said, "not now"
"What?" Severus asked, obviously shocked, his ears weren't expecting to hear those words
"Ron, Hermione and I are going out to celebrate Ron's promotion. I'm supposed to meet them in The Three Broomsticks in 20 minutes and I'm not finished getting ready yet" he explained
"I see. Alright then, I understand" Severus placed a light kiss on his lovers nose and pulled away, heading towards the door to his classroom again
"Are you angry?" Harry asked, not moving from where he had been left
"No, I'm not angry, I completely understand. I've got papers to grade, so I was going to go back and do that now while you get ready, if that's quite alright" He said, not turning around so Harry couldn't see the hurt and confusion in his eyes
"If you're sure…because I don't want you mad at me" he said earnestly
"Get ready, Harry" and he walked out of the room
He knew he'd have to do it soon. Harry was showing signs of his not wanting to be with his old professor anymore. As much as he loved the boy (which was quite a lot, believe me), he could no longer stay with him because he would soon be hurt. He couldn't be hurt again.
About 10 minutes later, Harry emerged from the room dressed in his tight (but not too tight) black leather pants and his long-sleeved button up green dress shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows and the top two buttons undone. He made his way over to Severus and leaned down to give him a quick kiss.
"I'll be back late, so don't wait up," he said, but he only received a grunt in response. As he was about to walk out the door, hand on the knob, he turned and said: "And please, Sev, eat something tonight. I know you didn't eat lunch" and with that he walked out, closing the door behind him.
As soon as the lock caught, Severus put his head in his hands, letting his fingers massage his tired eyes that, at some point, began to throb, then ran his hands through his shoulder-length hair and breathed deeply for a few seconds.
He finally dragged himself up from his chair and went to the Great Hall for dinner. He was late, as usual, and didn't really eat anything. Albus kept sending curious, sad looks his way, which Severus chose to pointedly ignore. And even though he arrived late, he left before anyone else did and retired to his rooms to try to take his mind off Harry, and what he would be doing the next day.
As soon as he awoke the next morning, he'd tell Harry that he was leaving him and then proceed to Albus' office to resign from his position as Potions Master. He simply couldn't stay here any longer.
No matter what the boy said about not waiting up for him, he'd do it anyway. He knew Harry'd be home soon; he never did like staying out too late, plus it was already midnight. So he set his wards to tell him when Harry was coming towards the outside door and then laid down on his side of the bed and read. Surely enough, not even a half hour later the wards went haywire, as he had set them to, signaling Harry was home.
He quickly and quietly closed his book, set it on the bedside table, and turned out the light, making himself comfortable under the covers as he heard Harry enter the classroom. He barely settled himself, lying on his back in the big bed, before the bedroom door opened and admitted Harry.
It took the boy about five minutes to get ready to sleep, and then he climbed into bed. When he did, he nestled over to Severus and positioned himself so he was on his side, facing the man, and being supported upright by an elbow. He then quietly moved down and placed a soft, tender kiss on Severus' lips. Through the dark, Severus could smell some alcohol on the boys breath, but not much; certainly not enough to be drunk on.
[Last night you gave me a kiss
You didn't know it, but I was awake when you did
You were quiet, you were gonna let me sleep
So I just laid there pretending to be.]
"So peaceful…yet still so worried," Harry said and lightly traced the furrow between Severus' eyes. It took all of his will power not to move or open his eyes to let his lover know he was awake. Just when Severus thought the boy had fallen asleep, he spoke up again: "I hope you're not mad at me, my love. You probably think I don't care about you anymore. But I do. God help me, I do. You're not greasy, you're not a bat, and you're not all that old," he whispered on, "you're my dark angel. I don't know what I'm going to do without you," another soft kiss was placed on slightly trembling lips, though that went unnoticed since Harry's were trembling as well, "I love you, Severus" And with that, the boy lowered himself to the bed beside Severus and fell asleep.
[You said some things
You didn't know I could hear
And the words "I love you"
Never sounded so sincere
It's gonna make it hard to tell you that I'm leaving
Now that I know just how much you care
You finally gave me one good reason not to go
But staying here is my worst fear.]
Severus lay awake for an hour or more after Harry had fallen asleep at his side, thinking about the words that had been said. Even after Harry had confessed those things, the Potion Masters mind still stayed set on the same answer: he had to leave, because Harry would tire of him soon and hurt him. 'He's so young,' Severus told himself, 'he'll never want to stay here forever. But I want him to stay here forever…I have to go before I get hurt too badly'. With that last thought, Severus allowed sleep to overtake him.
The next morning Snape awoke to find Harry missing from the bed, and one look at the clock revealed why: it was 11:30 in the afternoon, and Harry always got up around 10. Come to think of it, Severus always got up around 10, as well…huh…odd.
Oh yes; now he remembered why he had slept in. The conversation that Harry had had with the "sleeping" Severus the previous night came flooding back to him, along with an uneasy weight in his stomach. Today was the day he left Harry and Hogwarts forever.
He got out of bed and walked out into the connected kitchen area to the left of the bed. Walking in, however, he found no one. Puzzled, he looked through the rest of the small enclosure, still not finding the boy he sought. "Harry!" he called out in every room, each time a little louder than the last, but there never came a reply. He walked back into the kitchen, pulled out one of the chairs, and sat down in the empty room. Taking a second look at the table, however, he spotted a note that was lying innocently on the smooth wooden top. Severus shakily leaned forward and picked up the parchment in his hand that unmistakably had Harry's handwriting on it and read:
'My Dear Severus,
Please forgive me for taking the cowards way out and not telling you this to your face. I must leave you. I'm sorry, my love, I didn't want to, you must believe me. It has become increasingly apparent to me that you are losing interest in me and what we had. Maybe you were scared I would be the one to lose interest in our relationship, but I swear to you that that would never have happened.
You're probably asking yourself why I left, then. The truth is, Severus, that the way you were treating me, as if you were bored with me, hurt me more than words can say. So many times in my life I've felt the same pain, and I'm too old to just settle to take it; even from you.
So I left. And I'm sorry if this hurt you, but I couldn't take it anymore. I'm sure you know where to find me if you wish to sort things out, or make me believe that you still love me like you said you did.
I will always love you, Severus. My Severus. And if you truly do feel afraid that I will grow tired of your company, please believe me when I say, with all the sincerity in my heart, that I will never tire of your company or the life that we may have if you ever take me back. I love you. Goodbye.
Forever Yours,
Harry J. Potter'
As he finished reading the letter, a tear fell onto the parchment, landing next to Harry's name. He was gone…
[This morning I rolled out of bed
Recalling all the sweet things you said
This was the day I was gonna hurt you bad
Called out your name
But you didn't answer back
I searched the house to find out what was wrong
Like a ton of bricks, it hit me you were gone
It's gonna make it hard to tell you that I'm leaving
Now that I know just how much you care
You finally gave me one good reason not to go
But staying here is my worst fear.]
This was not how this was supposed to go. I was supposed to leave him, not the other way around. It was my job to feel insecure, not him; not my angel.
'Maybe you were wrong. You can still get him back' Severus' conscious tried to tell him
'No! He'll still hurt me! He's playing with my heart' he retorted in his head
'Go to him! You know he's at Ron's house. Go and get your love and life back!'
'I can't! He'll know I'm weak then and leave me again anyway'
'But that's just it: he wants to know that you're human; that you're capable of returning the feelings he has towards you. You know you can do that and you know you want to.'
'It's useless' he was crying on the outside as he fought his internal struggle
'Stop blubbering and Go. To. Him.'
'He won't take me back' and suddenly after this statement in his head, he remembered a part of what Harry had said last night: 'I don't know what I'm going to do without you', not 'I don't know what I would do without you' as he had originally thought. How could he have missed that last night? He slapped his forehead and his conscious came back to fight:
'Stop beating yourself up, old man. You know what you must do if you want to get him back. Now GO! Don't make me say it again!'
Severus nodded resolutely once and, leaving the note on the table, walked towards the door
[All along I knew that there was something missing
And only one thing left to do
I had to leave behind this life that we'd been living
But the only thing that left was you
It's gonna make it hard to tell you that I'm leaving
Now that I know just how much you care
You finally gave me one good reason not to go
But being alone is my worst fear
And staying here is my worst fear.]
As the Potions Master made his way out of the building and to Ron's house, he kept repeating one phrase over and over in his head: 'He swore he'd never tire of me'
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So that's that. Do you want me to write another chapter for this? Because I certainly can, though it'll be a WIP.
The song that keeps "playing" is 'My Worst Fear' by Rascal Flatts. I got the idea last night/this morning at breakfast.
Please review and tell me what you think of it