Warning This is SLASH SS/HP paring
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
AN: I felt the need to write this. It's pure sap. I will still be continuing my story Back to the Beginning.
~~~POV Harry~~~
As I watch you making your potion, I see your skilled hand with there slender elegant digits manipulate the ingredients, molding them to conform to your desires. Oh how I wish your desire was to bend me over your desk and fuck me until the only thought left in my head was your name and the only feel left was love and pleasure. That gorgeous hair that frames and hides your face. How I would love too run my hand through that hair. I bet it feels like silk. That lithe yet sculptured body that radiates power and screams 'sexy'. You are gorgeous.
How anyone can not see that your gorgeous is beyond me. The cold facade you have built scares most people. I try to look beyond the cold facade to what lies beneath. What I see is someone who had been betrayed far to often and had given his all only to have it slap back in his face. You are hated by both sides. Few try to look to see the real you. If they had, they would see the angel I see. The wounded angel who has suffered so for the ungrateful people who hurt you.
I know what you see when you look at me a spoiled brat who is praised for sheer dumb luck. I admit it was luck mainly that gave me fame, but I am not spoiled I have been betrayed just like you. I am unloved but unlike you I am unlovable.
I wish I was worthy of your love but I am only destined to receive your hate.
So I sit watching you, worshipping you from afar.
~~~ Snapes POV~~~
I see you there sitting in my class watching as I make a potion, and I love it. I love having your attention focused on me, for it is the closest I will get to having your love.
I never hated you when I first saw you I saw a scared boy with a purity in your heart so rare that it's gentleness is only seen in that of unicorns. I wanted to protect you to keep you safe from the cruel world. But alas I am to play my role as spy, which requires me to keep up a cold facade and to mock and act as if I despise you. Which couldn't be further from the truth.
As you grew I began to fall in love with you, now I've fallen so far that I know there will never be another. You own my heart, my soul, you are my everything. But I can never have you, hold you in my arms, kiss your full lips or make love to you. If I even so much as confessed my feelings for you, I fear you would laugh at me or worse be disgusted with me.
So make potions, give you detention to get your attention and have you close to me, and risk it all spying too keep you safe. All the while dying to say the three word which burn in my soul 'I Love You'.
Well, what did you think? Review please.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
AN: I felt the need to write this. It's pure sap. I will still be continuing my story Back to the Beginning.
~~~POV Harry~~~
As I watch you making your potion, I see your skilled hand with there slender elegant digits manipulate the ingredients, molding them to conform to your desires. Oh how I wish your desire was to bend me over your desk and fuck me until the only thought left in my head was your name and the only feel left was love and pleasure. That gorgeous hair that frames and hides your face. How I would love too run my hand through that hair. I bet it feels like silk. That lithe yet sculptured body that radiates power and screams 'sexy'. You are gorgeous.
How anyone can not see that your gorgeous is beyond me. The cold facade you have built scares most people. I try to look beyond the cold facade to what lies beneath. What I see is someone who had been betrayed far to often and had given his all only to have it slap back in his face. You are hated by both sides. Few try to look to see the real you. If they had, they would see the angel I see. The wounded angel who has suffered so for the ungrateful people who hurt you.
I know what you see when you look at me a spoiled brat who is praised for sheer dumb luck. I admit it was luck mainly that gave me fame, but I am not spoiled I have been betrayed just like you. I am unloved but unlike you I am unlovable.
I wish I was worthy of your love but I am only destined to receive your hate.
So I sit watching you, worshipping you from afar.
~~~ Snapes POV~~~
I see you there sitting in my class watching as I make a potion, and I love it. I love having your attention focused on me, for it is the closest I will get to having your love.
I never hated you when I first saw you I saw a scared boy with a purity in your heart so rare that it's gentleness is only seen in that of unicorns. I wanted to protect you to keep you safe from the cruel world. But alas I am to play my role as spy, which requires me to keep up a cold facade and to mock and act as if I despise you. Which couldn't be further from the truth.
As you grew I began to fall in love with you, now I've fallen so far that I know there will never be another. You own my heart, my soul, you are my everything. But I can never have you, hold you in my arms, kiss your full lips or make love to you. If I even so much as confessed my feelings for you, I fear you would laugh at me or worse be disgusted with me.
So make potions, give you detention to get your attention and have you close to me, and risk it all spying too keep you safe. All the while dying to say the three word which burn in my soul 'I Love You'.
Well, what did you think? Review please.