This is the start of my story, conjured up in half an hour. I want reviews PLEASE.

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'Dear father, please hear me,

These words are my plea,

Feeling this quill slip between my fingers,
is it so terrible that my sanity lingers?'

I sat in silence as the feathers on the quill I used to write with tickled at the inside of my index finger. It was a pleasant feeling, something which took my mind off the pain in my heart. I sat alone now in my straight-backed wicker chair, watching the cold winter snow licking at the air through my window, and hearing my dear darling stumble around downstairs. My darling, who broke me apart from my family. It is so bad that I fell in love with in him? Would my bastard father Lucius's anger be subdued by this letter? If I wrote to him? Would he tear it up, or allow me to explain myself?

'I've been to the very bottom, living without hope,
only to fight back by learning to cope.
To you I was lost at young age,
Now I'm facing adult life day to day.'

I hadn't spoken to or even dared to think of the awful, harsh man since I walked up to Malfoy Manor and told him I was pregnant a year ago. I remember he threw me and my sweet lover out into the bitter snow and closed the door in our faces. My darling had been so bold, going to the house with me. He had held me tightly and reassured me that everything would work itself out. My father would see sense. But as we stood, huddled and cuddling together in the snow, my heart pounded against the older man's chest. Two hearts were to beat as one. I cared not that my father detested us. I loved my darling. I would do so forever.

'The world says odds against me.
To you I can hope to plea.
Your plans are not be what I thought were mine,
But you can guide me with the signs.

Father, I ask you now. Hear my plea. I wish only for you to accept me and Severus. I know my ways seem to go against you, my mother and all you believe in, but I'm in love. You must know how that feels? I'm in love and there's no way I'm going to fall out of love. Surely you wish to see your grandson? He's a lovely boy, I've called him Phillius. Please, I can't have him growing without a grandfather.'

Now I find myself asking for my father's forgiveness, after all this time of not caring about what he thought of me. I sealed the letter with the Snape family stamp, just as my sweetheart wandered in, as cool and as laid back as a lion of the African savanna, the sort who ambled along, gazing around like the king of all the land. He looked at me with a sad but sweet smile.

"How's it going my love?" He asked, leaning in and pecking at my cheek with his soft lips.

"I'm alright." I replied gently, cocking my head to the side so he could kiss my neck. "I hope my father reads this letter though, and doesn't just throw it aside.

He lent around and looked at me with a mixture of cheekiness and sadness.

"Sweetheart, he'll melt at your letter. Even Lucius won't be able to resist you, your for too cute. I love it."

I grinned and felt my stomach jump. Flirting like this only meant one thing was coming…

"Now come on, Phillius is in bed so we should evacuate from upstairs. Otherwise he'll never get to sleep."

I laughed and allowed him to lead me downstairs. It was there that I sent the letter to my father via our owl Coby, and we both took a seat on the sofa. He sat down first, and I lay down across his legs, resting my head on his chest.

It was here, I remembered, that we conceived Phillius…

I pointed that out to Severus, and he chuckled. He pulled me up closer to him…

And it was there, in the flickering glow of the deep red fire, that we conceived the second bane of my dear daddy's life.