This is the true confessions of Snape and his feelings toward Raie Black.(Daughter of Sirius Black.read up on it in "Feelings from a Far")

I sit and watch her. And as she sits there, I see her mother. I see myself sitting next to Victoria, watching her talk to Sirius and James, but of course, I never did realize then, that she was falling in love with Sirius, when I was the one meant for her. I had been friends with Victoria Alexandra since I was nine years old. NINE years old. When we were that age, we vowed that we would get married when we got out of school. That we would be together forever. The first three years of Hogwarts, we were inseperable.next to the fact that she got landed in Gryffindor, and I, in Slytherin. But then, she drifted away, and I saw myself losing her. Forever. Seven years after graduation, I saw her and asked how her life was. She said she was pregnant. I was shocked, of course I asked who the father was. Sirius Black, she replied. I cracked my knuckles. Then James and Lily Potter were murdered. Sirius Black went to Azkaban. I was content. But then, I heard the worst news of my life from Dumbledore. Victoria had been murdered after she gave birth to a beautiful girl. I was twenty-four and had no intellect that I would find myself falling in love with a child.

But then, she came to Hogwarts. I watched painfully as the teachers communed and said how much she looked like Victoria. My heart was broken. But then, I found myself staring at Raie from the High Table, staring at her when she is in Potions. Staring at her when ever I get the chance.

I dreamed about her. I dreamed about feeling the curves of her body. Her lying in bed next to me. I wanted her to me the one I wake up to every morning. And then, once again I got a reality slap. She was only fourteen, a very matured fourteen year old, both in her body and her personality. She was a heartbreaker. I saw all the students swooning over her. Potter. Potter was absolutely smitten, he'd watch her, follow her, and try to talk to her. Weasly. Weasly got a few good kicks in, and a whole load of flirting.but it got him nothing. Malfoy. Malfoy was probably the closest to getting anything. He was a gentleman to her, and only her. He treated her like a goddess. The way I'd love to treat her. But he also, got nothing.

I find myself staring at her breasts. They are perfect. And sometimes, I find myself wanting to reach out to touch them. And then I think, I'm being irresponsible. And then, I find myself, once again, sexually fantasizing about her. Just to see her the way I want to see her.

But for now, I must return to my dungeons.