Title: Shadow
Author: DMitchell1985
Beta: Peggy
Genre: Vignette, Angst
Rating: PG-13 - slight reference to masturbation
Warnings: None really, except Hermione's reference to what she odes at night
Paring: Not a true pairing so much as longing Severus Snape/Guess who (Clue: Think curly red hair and BOOKS!)
Archiving/Feedback: Both are happily accepted. The person or site doing the archiving should let me know where the story is going, and feedback must be constructive in some way, shape, or form.
Email: betagirl23 at yahoo dot com
Website: livejournal . com / users / dmitchell1985 (sans the spaces)
Author's Note: Since the initial posting on LiveJournal spawned some confusion, I will include a quick AN now. The mystery girl is Hermione Granger. I used the movie version as a guide for my Hermione's appearance. The movie version had this red/brown hair. I just called her a curly red head in my story though. Also, this is the Prelude, if you will to "Obsession". This story was posted before, but the last account had problems, so I had to repost.
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I watch him, from my secret alcove in the back of his Potions' classroom. I still here, hidden, crouching, unmoving, but vibrating to every surly insult, and breath-stealing sneer. He is the Potions Master, all billowy cloak and attutidal temper, and keeper of my heart and soul. I wonder if he'll ever know.
Part of me prays that he will, despite, the part of me that wants to savor this tortured longing forever. Then yet another piece of my conflicted being wants that man of black fire to posess me, all of me.
But would I not shy away from his touch, his passion, his inevitable fury? "He would be too much," a voice whispers within. Taunting me, yet driving me all the while, as I touch myself in the dark at night.
In his classroom, I would be his student. In his arms, I would be his lover of red curls and smooth skin. He would call out my name as he reached completion. I would be his greatest desire.
Or perhaps, he would reject me entirely. So, I sit, and I dream, and I lust for his love, his touch, his recognition. I watch the flow of his movement and snap of his robes in an agitated turn. I sigh silently to myself, "He is mine! I shall have him!"
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The End