Disc: don't own it
Warnings: slash, small swear word
A/n: this isn't part of my "you and me" series-there is another one in the works! If you've read "here with me" you might have noticed I'm playing about with more stylised writing, so this is what this attempt is supposed to be. I hope it makes sense (it might not), sorry if it doesn't!
Innocence.
The word rolls around your mouth, bitter on your tongue.
Innocence.
It shouldn't taste bitter, it should taste sweet and gentle and perfect.
But it doesn't.
He used his innocence, his façade of innocence, to take what he wanted.
And you let him.
The bitterness in your mouth increases, blood seeping from your lips as they are torn between your teeth.
Innocence.
Maybe you're the innocent one.
You bite back a laugh. No one who's ever met you could describe you as innocent.
Naive?
No, you're not naïve either.
Perhaps you welcomed it.
Perhaps you couldn't bear to be happy, so you let him take it all from you.
Innocence.
Bitterness.
You try to spit the taste out, a string of blood and saliva falling from your lips, splattering onto the floor with a wet, empty sound.
Where is he now?
Where is he that took you in so very well, seduced you with only the intent of causing pain?
Him with his long blonde lashes and cool grey eyes and perfect innocence
You didn't see the truth until it was too late, until he'd taken you too far.
Fucking innocence.
The irony tastes like blood on your lips.
Taken from you.
Everything, taken from you.
And the only one with any true innocence is innocent no longer.
Because he knows.
He knows who you are. What you are.
What you've done.
Innocence turned to bitterness.
The blood stings your tongue, sharp and metallic.
You can't rid yourself of the taste. It clings to you, poisoning, suffocating.
Like guilt.
You've lost him and his true innocence.
Lost everything.
You realise, belatedly, that he really was everything to you. And now he's gone.
It all becomes twisted in your mind.
His green eyes, wide and uncomprehending as he finds you together.
Grey eyes, cold, sneering, triumphant.
Liar.
Lover.
Innocence lost, in every possible way.
And now what is left?
Innocence.
Bitterness.
Innocence.
POTIONS PROFESSOR COMMITS SUICIDE AFTER BEING FOUND IN TRYST WITH STUDENT
Professor Severus Snape of Hogwarts School was found this morning in his chambers, hanging from the light fixture. The potions professor committed suicide after being found in a rather compromising situation with seventh year student Draco Malfoy, a member of one of the more prominent families of the wizarding world, only the day before. Reports have said-
Harry Potter crumpled the newspaper in his hands, holding the ball of paper against his chest.
He closed his eyes, a single tear leaking down his cheek as he cradled his broken heart.