OPPOSITES ATTRACT

Sequel to "True Love…Or Is It?" by BlaBlaBla234

If you haven't read my other fanfic, True Love…Or Is It? then I have to do a bit of explaining before you can read this story and know what's going on. To make a long story short (35 pages, exactly), Snape meets this woman named Celeste Grimmauld. They go out for some butterbeer, and find out they're the same age, but the reason Snape never knew Celeste before was because she went to Beauxbatons, and, right after she finished her schooling, she moved to Britain and took a job at Honeydukes. Snape told her he was a teacher at the school of Hogwarts, and asked if he could give her a tour around. At the end, she kissed him on the cheek, and said she had a wonderful time. Well, what are you waiting for? If you really want to know what's going to happen next in Snape's love life, read on…

AUTHOR'S NOTE FROM THE FUTURE: This is LadyClassical, of May 2019. This is one of my oldest stories (since it was written before I read Deathly Hallows, some of it may be inaccurate, especially the idea that Celeste and Meg were the only women Snape has ever loved). Be prepared for a LOT of cringiness to come as this is basically the ramblings of a thirteen-year-old girl who thinks she knows everything about sex and romance when actually she knows nothing. This story is awful, but funny, in a way. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Chapter 1:

Charlene's Words

Celeste Grimmauld sat in her room, rented in the apartments above Honeydukes. She had met someone very wonderful last week, Severus Snape, and she had ended up going to Hogwarts with him, getting a tour, and kissing him on the cheek. She still blushed to remember that part, and held a little slip of paper in her hand. It was the paper Snape had given her, his address. They had gone out two more times after that, getting closer (emotionally, anyway) to each other every minute, but they never had kissed, not on the lips, which Celeste thought was her fault. Every time Celeste even thought she would kiss Snape, she lost her nerve; she was too shy. She hugged his address to her chest, still trying to think how it would be with his arms around her, Snape tenderly kissing her lips…

No, said a voice inside her head. A grown-up woman should NEVER fall so easily.

"I'm not going to get my heart broken," Celeste said. She knew this voice. It was one that she heard when she wasn't sure about doing something, and she sometimes wondered how she, Celeste, had somehow managed to get such a nagging, scholarly conscience. At least, that's what she thought the voice was. All she knew was that it definitely wasn't connected to her brain.

I don't want you thinking about him like this, said the voice.

"Stop intruding on my thoughts!" Celeste yelled. "Why can't you leave me alone? If you really think I'm so grown up, then why don't you just stop telling me what to do?"

I don't think you're THAT grown up yet.

"Who are you, anyway?" Celeste screamed at the voice. "I usually listen to you, and I don't even know who you…" She didn't even get to say "are." Someone was standing in her doorway. Celeste felt her cheeks turn red. Why was she yelling? She thought she heard the voice snigger.

"Celeste, why are you yelling?" It was her roommate, Charlene.

"Oh, nothing, Charlene." Celeste tried to laugh it off. "I was rehearsing for this dumb play I'm doing with…with Severus." She said the first name that came into her head, which, of course, was Snape's first name, her boyfriend's name. She had already told Charlene about him before; since the two of them were almost like sisters, they could actually tell each other almost anything.

"Oh? Can I be a part in it?" said Charlene. She was chewing gum, once again. Charlene, actually, was very different than Celeste, who had long, straight, brownish hair that she always put in a ponytail, and she was rather shy, quiet, and she almost always wore a long white dress. Charlene, however, had frizzy, dirty-blonde hair, usually just thrown casually about her shoulders. Celeste suspected she didn't actually spend that much time on her hair in the mornings. She wore bright, happy colors, like yellow, and she was able to talk freely with anybody who came to Honeydukes, where she worked. And that was mainly why Charlene and Celeste were roommates; they both worked for Honeydukes.

"I don't know, Charlene," said Celeste. "It's…it's a two-part drama."

"Oh." Charlene grinned. "In that case, I won't interfere…What's that you're holding? Is it a blank piece of parchment, perhaps? The script for your play?" She looked and grinned even wider. Celeste knew that her roommate used to have braces. "Oh, Celeste, you got his address!"

"I know I did," said Celeste, feeling her face get even redder.

"Well, that's good!" said Charlene. "Know what, Celeste? That means he doesn't have to tell you where to go when you want to go to his house. Did you memorize it yet?"

"Did I…what?" said Celeste, even though she had heard Charlene perfectly.

"Did you memorize his address yet?" said Charlene. "You have to. What if he wants to take you home, but you want to go to his house? Then what are you going to do?"

"Oh…well, I guess I could recite it." Celeste laughed. "I've read it over so many times!"

"Can't believe he gave it to you, can you?" Charlene laughed. "I don't have a boyfriend right now, you know. I could if I wanted, since there are a lot of guys who would do nearly anything to go someplace with me as their date. Not to brag or anything, but it's the truth!"

"You're so lucky." Celeste smiled. "I only have my Severus."

"Well, if you've only got Severus, if he ever breaks up with you, you're toast," Charlene informed her roommate sagely. "Nobody to make him jealous or anything, y'know."

"Why would I want to make him jealous?" said Celeste.

"Celeste, Celeste, Celeste," said Charlene, shaking her head from side to side so that her hair was whipping slowly about her head. "So you'll get back together again."

"How does…Oh, I see," Celeste said sadly. "Look, I'm tired, Charlene. I want to sleep. Are you going to go to sleep, too, or…" She looked over at her roommate curiously.

"You guessed!" Charlene laughed. "Yes, I'm going down to the Three Broomsticks so I can go and get a butterbeer. And maybe I'll meet some new guys. You never know." She grinned and then left the room, leaving Celeste alone, sitting in the room, thinking about what it would be like to break up with Snape and then try to get him jealous so they could get back together again. Then Celeste felt something roll down her cheek. Only a few seconds later did she realize it had been a tear.