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A/n: Before you guys go all 'WTH!' on me, I was dared to write this drabble and I tried to make it as non creepy as possible. Hope you aren't too weirded out to review!
Molly smiles and ducks her head; it had become so natural a part of her routine; she didn't even need to pay attention to the way anymore. She walks into the refurnished Shrieking Shack, looking around for the presence she felt each time she came in.
He never appears before anyone else; she knew. Only her; only for her. Molly chuckles gaily, turning round and round, her shocking auburn hair spinning with her as her pure green eyes gathered moisture, until she feels herself lift into the air slightly.
She stops suddenly; the next minute she is dancing. An old fashioned ball dance, all by herself. She smiles at her partner, who smiles back at her, complimenting the softness of her hair and the pretty shade of her eyes.
And then the music-less waltz ends; Molly takes a step back and bows slightly, breaking into laughter half way. Her companion chuckles with her, indicating the lone couch in the room.
Molly sighs contently as she flops down on the furniture, her smile going off like a switch when she looks around; there is no-one there. She starts as she feels a pair of cold, whispery hands hug her neck from behind; relaxes back when she feels the same sensation on the top of her head; the feeling of perfect belonging, and pure bliss. She sighs defeatedly, knowing what was to come.
"You shouldn't have come," She can hear past the censure; to the longing and contentment.
"You dance too well for me to have stayed away," Molly retorts and pulls out her best pout. She knows it isn't working; he doesn't chuckle.
"Get back to the castle; Molly. Be careful," The feeling of warmth retreats from her heart as the form moves away to face her.
She can feel the tears in her eyes, but she wouldn't wipe them away. She wants him to see how much it hurts her to go away; how much she wants him to give in. But he wouldn't; he was a Slytherin; had been a Headmaster. He would, of course, be one step ahead of her, always.
"Severus…" The words slip from her lips like a plea, but he just shakes his head. Her sudden fury startles even herself, but she rushes out of the Shack, tearing through the passage way like the devil was at her heels.
Watching her, as the only living person he loved in the world walk away, Severus Snape closes his face with his hands; the pain he is feeling more than anything a thousand Naginis could ever inflict.
"I love you…my Lily." He whispers the words to the empty room; the room which now seems to be immersed in darkness, yielding all its light to the girl who had run away; no, whom he had chased away.
Because no matter what; she was a Weasley, a Gryffindor, and more than anything else…human.
A/n: Please review? Pretty please?
