Chapter 2
Explanations
At this point, your thoughts probably vary between, "Why?" and "What the fuck?" and this is perfectly alright… not that I am going to answer you.
Okay, I will… sort of. Those of you who thought "What the fuck?" should probably stop reading… now; it only gets worse from here. As to those of you who thought "Why?" well, there is no clear-cut answer. I could say that it sprung from boredom; that I did it because he was there. I could even say that it was because he was the only male in the castle even remotely close to my age without being younger than me… the whole maturity issue. I was immature enough, I wasn't interested in a guy more immature than I was.
Both of these, however, are lies and if you are tempted to cling to one of them to explain my behavior (and keep some vestige of your sanity), I suggest you stop reading too…
Anybody still there? Ah, yes, you in the corner, not sure if you should stay or go. Well, we'll continue until you make up your mind.
No, the real reason I decided to seduce Severus Snape was dark and twisted and is possibly all the proof that someone would require to have me committed. The truth is, I was fascinated, and not a little drawn to him. That's not to say, however, that I found him particularly attractive. No, I saw what everyone else did and I was not blind.
I was drawn to his misanthropic tendencies – the way he seemed to hate everyone more or less indiscriminately and the way he was feared and loathed in return. I was willing to bet at least some of it was a front. It also made me wonder what had happened – you don't just wake up one day and say, "God, I hate the world and everyone in it!" Something has to happen to make you feel that way.
In short, I wanted to know what made the man tick.
And I figured that once I had, and most likely slept with him, my fascination would come to an end and I could go back to hating him (and his little dog too) in peace.
… Why do things never go according to plan?