Every day, I watch over you from a distance. I can't help but admire the sensual curves that you developed over the summer. But I can't tell you how I feel, no matter how much I want to.

Every night, I look foward to seeing you in my dreams. I will be there, caressing your cheek, telling you how much I love you, and hoping you would want me too. You would say yes and lean into my embrace. I would hold you tightly and never let go. That warm feeling of home.

Do you know how much I desire you?

You are like a forbidden fruit. So very tempting, yet untouchable.

Or so I tell myself.

You are walking up to me. What is it you want? To mock me? I am afraid, for I don't think my heart could take such pain from your mockery.

Nonetheless, I brace myself.

"What is it you want, Potter?" I sneered, hoping you would not sneer back at me.

Was that hope in your eyes I saw? Why do you seem disappointed now?

"Spit it out," I ground out.

I could only take so much.

"Sir," you began hesitantly, "I have seen the way you look at me. I want to know if you feel the same way as I do."

You kiss me.

On instinct, I wrapped my arms around you, pulling you closer and pushing my tongue through to taste you.

You taste sinfully exotic. It is unlike anything I have tasted before. It was just like in my dreams, holding one another.

I pull back.

"Potter-Harry," I gently whispered, with my forehead leaning against yours, "I want you very much. But I am possessive, and if I make you mine, I will never let you go. Is that what you want?"

"Severus, nothing can make me leave you. You see me for myself, you would even know me better than I do. Make me yours, take me and love me. That's all I ask," you answer back with fervent hope.

All I can offer you is my love and unlimited passion beyond imagination.

"Follow me," I breathe huskily.

You are mine.

A/N: Had inspiration after listening to an original piano piece done by someone on Youtube. I think this is what Severus would feel. Enjoy.