A/N: This chapter is almost embarrassingly short, but again, hang in there :)

ZEPHYR POV

He suggests we make cookies. I'm…oddly excited. I mean, its not like I'm four years old or anything, but making cookies is such a normal thing to do. Its almost like…

I almost thought "Its almost like we're a couple." How weird. We could be. I mean, no, we could never be. He's my PROFESSOR. He's like…ten years older. Yeah, but he's super good looking. And nice. He's not nice all the time, remember? That's because he's a professor. He's nice to me. I cant believe I'm going here. Do I like him? Uh…yeah. Jeez how stupid….I'm just going to get my heart broken. Again. Maybe…

My inner dialogue is interrupted by Snape's hand waving in front of my face.
"Spacing out?" he asks. I laugh, shake my head no, and we go on molding the cookie dough into cookie-shaped blobs.

He leaves early the next morning, but promises to return on Wednesday. I fall into a deep depression, I'm bored out of my mind, books don't entertain me anymore, and I don't have the energy to do anything else. I don't eat. I spend my time sleeping and wandering the house and the grounds. I stand with my toes on the line where the protective wards meet the ground, staring out at the town in the distance for hours, longing to be anywhere but here.

I think…no, I know I'm falling for Snape. I cant stop wondering what he's doing right now, if he has a woman in his life already, what he thinks of me. I obsess about him constantly, its annoying, but its something to focus my thoughts on, and lets face it, it's a very pleasant something to focus my thoughts on.

My other obsession isn't so pleasant to focus on, but its just as consuming. Food. I cant stop thinking about it. I'm always deciding to eat, then I just cant…have to be perfect. Nothing sounds good, yet everything does. I want to eat but I just cant bring myself to do so. I'm not hungry, yet at the same time, I'm ravenous.

There's a mantra running through my head always…

Got to be perfect.
Got to be perfect.
Got to be perfect.

Don't tell me you don't want this.

Don't tell me you don't deserve this.