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"Why?"

Snape's voice came out huskier then he meant it to, his voice wavering on the simple word.

Immortal.

Him.

He had resigned himself long ago to the fact that with what he was, a double-agent, his life expectancy ranked up to the same as a kitten in a pit full of Basilisks. And now apparently he was not a wizard and he could not die. Well, he had just achieved one of Voldermort's greatest wishes without even trying,… or asking for it.

"Because I want you Severus", Ella answered.

Snape blinked several times. The words had sounded ridiculous when he was dying and it was still unbelievable.

"What for?"

The question sounded stupid even to him, especially when he added up some not so subtle hints on her part.

"I chose you", Ella answered slowly searching his face. "As in I want us to be together"

"Ah", was all Severus could come up with at the moment.

"All your questions could be answered if you looked in me Severus"

'Looked in you where?' his mind sniggered.

He was surprised when Ella's face suddenly turned very red.

Picked up on that thought had she?

"No", she stammered, "I mean to say that I can read you and so you can read me. I held your soul next to mine. We are connected"

She was moving far too fast for Snape's liking. Connected was a very scary word for a man who had only physically connected to women for the majority of his life, Lilly being the only exclusion.

"No", Snape snarled, "I can not read you. I could have if I was still a wizard, but I guess I had no say in that did I?"

He watched, as the beautiful fae's face seemed to crumble at his words. He felt a pang of remorse when her eyes started to glass over. He had seen many of his student's faces do this, but they had never effected him like seeing hers did.

"If you were still a Wizard you would also be very dead",

Was he hearing things? Or could he detect anger of her own finally seeping through her, 'Im-so-inercent' fae act.

"And for your information you did have a choice. When you were dying I asked you to come with me and you accepted"

"That's funny", Snape retorted, "I don't recall saying much. Probably because my face was in a pool of my blood at the time."

The little fae before him suddenly turned very stiff, as her eyes narrowed on him.

"No you didn't say anything but you wished to come with me", she snapped back.

"Oh I see now", sarcasm dripped from his voice, "you grant me a wish, and because I'm ever so grateful, in return I fall into bed with you. Is that how this plays out?"

Snape didn't even have time to blink before her hand was slamming into the side of his face. And it was not the normal female slap he was used to receiving from the fairer sex, it felt like she had taken his largest cauldron and slammed it in to his face.

He staggered back under the force, and it took all his strength to stay up right.

"Now I understand why my sisters spent three hours telling me how stupid men could be. It was so I would not kill you at our first meeting", she hissed at him.

Her voice helped him refocus, and when her blurry face did become clearer her was reminded that she was not human. Her hair looked like it was alive, swirling around her on its own, arching above her shoulders, her eyes shone gold, and he had to blink a couple of times but her nails had grown inches ending with sharp tips.

'Kitty had claws' he thought dimly, 'sexy claws'

He shook his head roughly again, blocking out the visual feast that she offered.

"Well I would just love to stay and chat", he drawled out, running his hand under his nose, not surprised when it came away with blood. She had probably broken it.

"But back in my world when I so rudely died, the shit was hitting the fan, so to speak, and I would like to be present for the fallout"

He looked up from his hand for her reaction, and was taken aback to see her hands covering her mouth with her eyes wide.

"I made you bleed", she whispered like she had committed the gravest sin possible.

Her genuine horror at making him bleed stunned him. Many people had made him bleed. It was a normal occurrence, and it was not like she had sliced him open and bathed in his blood, like he knew many people wanted to do, it was just nose bleed. But apparently it must have been fatal to her thinking, because he suddenly had soft curves pressed against him, and delicate hands cupping his face, tilting his face up so she could inspect his nose. A handkerchief seemed to materialize out of nowhere, and before he could stop her she was pressing it against his face while stroking his hair, murmuring to herself.

"I have never striked out at someone like that, I am sorry. I can not believe that only hours ago I was holding your soul and now I hurt you like this"

Her concern, however misplaced, was getting to him. It was either that or her breasts pressed against him that made him say what he did next.

"Perhaps some of my soul rubbed off on you, and that is why you are more violent of late", his voice was slightly nasally, "but I will be fine I hear that I am immortal these days"

She laughed then, and he was surprised how similar it was to his, but at a much more feminine tone. Had he made her laugh? He never made women laugh. Making women laugh was never on his to-do list, but hearing her made him want to put it there.

"Yes, I think you will live", she giggled.

But her mirth was short lived, and he suddenly felt cold as she backed away from him.

'Yes, you will live, but I still should not hurt you. You have had enough of that in your other life"

Snape did not like her saying 'other life'. Yeah, his life had not been a walk in the park, but the finality of 'other life' like it no longer existed frightened him. Was there really no going back?

"Yes and no"

"Stop reading my thoughts" Snape snapped.

"I can only stop Severus, if you stop thinking"

He opened his mouth to retort when she cut him off.

"I do not want to fight. We have already done that once in our first meeting, I do not want to do it again. I can take you back to the mortal world to see the 'fallout' as you call it, but you will not be apart of it."

"Explain", he demanded.

"You will be as a ghost there, but not in the sense you are used to. You will not be seen. This is the best I can offer you. Do you except"

Snape did not have to think. He had to be there.

"Yes"

"Good, I should probably also mention that the war has ended now. The ceremony for rebirth takes a full lunar cycle"

Snape's eyes widened, but before he could let loose all the curses he knew (the ones that did not involve a wand), she was no longer there. Or He was not there more likely, as he was now staring at Hogwarts.