I hate him. I truly, really hate him. Yet, I love him. Why do I love him?
He's a self-serving bastard. He's obnoxious. He struts around the castle, acting as if he owns it. He tortures me. He's the prince of Gryffindor and I hate him dearly for it.
Yet, I knows there has to be a James Potter in there that no one knows. A different him. I want to get to know that Potter, because I know that has to be the James that I'm in love with. Yes, you may ask, how can I love someone I've never known. I don't know. All I know, is that everytime I see him, I get a strange sensation inside me. Outwardly, I put out a sense of loathing. I do loathe Potter. It's James I love. I know, complicated.
It's been extremely hard for me to accept that fact that I am homosexual. I know my father would kill me. No, I am not exagerating. My mother would be ashmed that her son was a homosexual, but would not over react like my father.
It's... it's just-
Severus Snape tore the written on peice of paper out of his journal, crumpled it up and threw it in the fire place lit in the Slytherin Common Room. He sighed as he turned back to re-write an entry, a single tear running down his long nose.