The Summer Wind
A/N: So I was inspired to write this little tidbit after listening to Frank Sinatra sing The Summer Wind. Such a great song! As always I don't own anything, they are the property of J.K. Rowling.
Cool breezes nip at my nose and weave their way through my hair. As I inhale deeply, taking in the coolness and allowing it to settle within my very bones, I smell the faint fragrance of the crisp autumn leaves falling in the Forbidden Forest. Electricity makes its way through my veins exciting the hair on my neck and arms, making my very skin crawl with anticipation. Just as it has been every year since that fateful night during the Final Battle, I find myself staring out from the Astronomy Tower waiting for her arrival. Oh how things changed on that night. She caressed my head and tended to my wounds and as she began to think I was too far gone, a confession. I love you Severus Snape. As those words trickled from her raspberry lips like honey I looked into the caramel swirls of her eyes and realized that not only did I believe them, but I reciprocated them. My life has never been the same since that night and nor will it ever be the same again. Not that she will ever know how I feel. I push her away in an awful manner; she must think herself silly to fall in love with the beast. If only she knew that I live for the nights we brew potions together as colleagues, when our hands graze each other reaching for the same ingredient or when I become intoxicated by the scent of her vanilla perfume. To let her in would be extremely difficult for me though; too many walls stand between my hardened exterior and the love I have for her. So I watch her with a protective eye as the crisp autumn air turns gives way to the pillowy snowfall of winter. She doesn't realize how the holidays make her face light up with child-like happiness or how her glowing smile makes my heart yearn for her to be mine. Yet again I push her away, taking every opportunity to let her know how her giddy disposition makes her look like a pathetic school girl. How I look at myself in the mirror every night without smashing it in frustration is beyond me. Probably because I feel that I am doing her justice. No one needs to be with a broken man like me, but every time I see her cheeks reddened from the bite of the winter cold I wish she was. As the warmth of the oncoming spring melts the last of the snow and the chirping of new born birds fills the air my heart becomes icy as ever. Too little time is left for me to enjoy her angelic laughter. Her skin soaks up sun rays giving her a golden brown look. Her soft mess of curls bounces freely as she roams the grounds. The end of our time together is fast approaching and then, as if fate were playing a cruel trick on my heart, it was here. Yet again I lose her to the summer wind and I yearn for the slight chill of autumn signaling her arrival.