This is a taster. It will (Trust me) get better... Already a few chapters written out...
Disclaimer- Not mine. I own nothing here... At all. But don't steal it.
Summery- Padfoot becomes an admirer of Snivellus. Only trouble is Snivellus wants to meet the darling woman who is in adoration of him. WHAT DO THEY DO? And what does... ?!Lily?! have to do with it?!
Taster- Of Chapter One.
My Darling Severus,
Though I expect you get this a lot, please please do not disregard me. For I have a few things which you need to hear.
I have been to this school for four, going on five, years now. And never before have I felt this way about another here.
I have watched you from afar, you and all your beauty, for so long now.
And have found that I can contain myself no longer.
I adore you. Your beautiful hair, your wonderful ideas, your brilliance at Potions and Defence Against Dark Arts.
I have wondered for so long how I could tell you that I need you. I want you. I want to feel you, hold you, touch you.
I want to see your excellence with me. Know that without you I am not a person. I am a soulles being. In need of something.
A heart. A soul. A you.
I have seen you wonder thoughtfully around Hogwarts. Observing. Wisely choosing who the weakest are. And picking them out from the croud, to teach them.
I have written a little something for you too, my sweet.
Enjoy it.
You, oh beautiful you. You stand as tall as the highest mountain.
You, oh wonderful you. You smile as wide as the seas.
You, oh perfect you. You speak as sweet as the birds do.
You, oh adorable you. As cute as a baby's bottom.
Eyes as strong as the moonlight, casting its light in full moon.
Teeth as bright as the sunlight, sending out its light rays.
Chest as broad as a desert, so clear and perfect of scars.
Hair as soft as the touch of petals. Cascading down your head.
You can hear me singing your name out loud.
You can see me smiling for you.
You can smell me in your favourite perfume.
You can feel me I'm in need of you, only you.
I must go now, my love. As I doubt you wish to hear more... Though you shall.
I look forward to meeting you.
Yours forever,
Secret cherisher.
XXX
"Padfoot! What on earth have you been writing?" James ripped the paper out of the unsuspecting Padfoots hands. He hurriedly tried to snatch it back. But the muscled quidditch player was too fast for him.
Padfoot growled at him. "Give. That. Back."
"No."
He pounced.
Review if you want to see the story... otherwise there isn't much point continuing if no one reads... :(
Do also note that the poem was NOT my best... twas intendid to be cheesy... I can write good ones. But obviously Padfoot can't, though he would disagree.
Ahem.
xxx