(SS/RL) (Songfic: Kelly Clarkson: Where Is Your Heart)
The Idea belongs to me, everything else is from the books of J. K. Rowling.
- Nuya

This is a translation of my very own story "Wo ist dein Herz", published here some time ago. I hope it's okay to read!

Where is your heart

I look at you and my heart almost bursts apart. Well hided behind snappy comments and cynical smirks. We're so different but at the same time much more resemble to each other, than it appears. You seem to have arranged yourself very well with your second You. You laugh more often then you did back when we were in school. You're talking about children, although you know what you could pass on them. Or are you just talking this way when she starts talking about it?

Where is your heart
Cause I don't really feel you

It's so irritating to see you with her. Those moments cause a lot more snappy comments.

Where is your heart
What I really want is to believe you

At the same time I could honestly happily laugh out loud. Because you never look at her the way you looked at me back then.

Is it so hard to give me what I need

Isn't she important to you? Was I important to you - or was it just different?

I want your heart to bleed
That's all I'm asking for

And in one of these moments, while I'm silently smiling because she never gets one of your looks, your eyes met mine.

It seems so much is left unsaid

Your look took my breath and I swallowed.

But you can tell me anything, anytime you need
It's just you and me

I couldn't turn away or take my eyes off of you. Not after all these years I had to abdicate it. Did I miss it so much? No - I pined over it.

I know that you're true to me

Merlin, I can't remember how long I am sitting here. The meeting already ended. I stare into space, until the sound of breaking firewood and the silently screaming door are awakening me.
You step into the kitchen. „Severus, you're stil here?"

You're always there, you say you care

I have to swallow again. Then I get up, prepare to leave the room without any more words. But as I pass you and inhale your unique smell of tea, old books and a hint of wolfban-potion with my breath, my steps stumble.

I know that you want to be mine.