Disclaimer: Blah. I don't own Harry Potter. So there.
A/N: Okay, I'm thinking right now that there is only going to be two more chapters- this one, and Chapter 14. Please don't kill me. It's the fact of life. This story can't go on forever. Anyway, if I can be bothered, I'll create a sequel. Only if more people tell me to. Uh-huh. Just read.
Only one more day to go. Severus was already feeling sad. Why did she have to go? Why couldn't she still be here, her face in a bright smile, her arms wrapped around his waist, him telling her how much he loved her. He would have been a different man- hell; he wouldn't have even have followed Voldemort. But she had gone. And there was nothing he could do about.
As he stalked the corridors, late that evening, the day before the Yule Ball, thoughts flew in and out of his mind. Why had he let that Granger brat question him? And even go to Louisa's grave? He could have easily bitten her head off, and given her a detention. He should have! But Louisa wouldn't have allowed it. She would have simply answered her questions happily.
'If she was so nice, why was she put in Slytherin?' Severus thought, keeping an eye out for students who were out of bed after curfew- especially Potter and his group of brown-nosing nitwits. He turned around a corner, his hands deep in his robe pockets. Almost not realizing, he pulled out the only photo of Louisa he had. The edges were worn, and the photo of her was faded, yet she was still there, smiling like the cat that had gotten into the cream. He felt a rare smile cross his cheeks, as his fingers ran down the side of the photograph. Merlin, how bad he wanted her to come back. A tear slid down his cheek, and landed on the ground.
He heard a rustle of robes swishing, and looked up.
"Albus! I didn't see you there!" he yelped. He sniffed, and brushed away a tear. Albus glanced down at the photo that Severus held in his hands.
"Severus, why did you never tell me where she died?" Albus asked, his voice full of so much kindness, Severus had the urge to slap him.
"I didn't think I needed to. When you're dead, you're dead Albus," he murmured, slipping the photo back into his pocket.
"Did you bury her?"
Severus paused. What should he tell the old man? The truth, or lie? A lie would be easier, yes, but, by the way he was staring into his eyes, he knew the truth would be the only way out of it.
"No. I didn't" he muttered, walking off.
***
Hermione rolled around in her bed. Pavarti was sitting on Lavender's bed. The two were gossiping about the Yule Ball- their dates, their dress robes, and Merlin knows what else. But, suddenly, the topic was thrown in Hermione's direction.
"Hermiiii-oneeee!" Lavender sung, standing up.
"What?" Hermione groaned, rolling onto her stomach.
"Come chat with us!"
"No. Let me sleep," she grumbled. Lavender began to tug at her sleeve of her pajamas, and Hermione knew there was no way around it. Slowly, she pulled herself out of the bed, and climbed into Lavender's. Parvarti giggled, as she sat into a more comfortable position.
"So who's your date for the Yule Ball?" she giggled once more.
"I'm not going," Hermione grumbled, wishing she was back in her own bed.
"You're not going?" Lavender questioned.
"No. I don't have to. I have other plans," she muttered, letting out a yawn.
"Like what?" Parvarti asked.
Oh, dear, what was she going to say? Lie? Yes, lie- that was what she should do. But say what? They were waiting for an answer. 'Be brave, girl! Tell the truth!' she yelled to herself. She took a deep breath before replying.
"I'm going somewhere with Snape," she said, her heart beating a thousand times a minute.
"Professor Snape?" Lavender cried in horror.
"Yes, I do believe there is only one Snape at Hogwarts" Hermione snapped.
"Where are you going?" Parvarti asked.
"To his bed I bet!" Lavender snickered.
"I doubt that, Lavender. Professor Snape may not be the friendliest person in the world, but he is better company then you two cows!" she growled. She headed back to her own bed, a scowl on her face.
Had she just stuck up for Snape? The cruel, Gryffindor-hating, Potions Master? Well, after hearing his story, she did hold a little compassion for him. It was only right. Hermione pulled the blanket up over her head and snuggled down, trying to get comfy. Lavender and Pavarti began talking about the Yule Ball again; seeming to have forgotten about Hermione's little act. Hermione couldn't help but smile as she thought about seeing where Louisa's grave was. It would most likely be covered in flowers, with a freshly polished tombstone, and a soft teddy bear leaning on it, Hermione imagined, her eyes shut slightly, if it was true how much Snape loved Louisa. But Snape didn't seem to be the type to be into flowers, and stuffed toys. But, maybe when he was in love, he was into romantic things.
'It's possible' Hermione thought, pulling the blanket a little lower. She heard the clock chime twelve downstairs, in the main Common Room. "Sleep time," she murmured tell herself, yawning. She closed her eyes, as the comfort of the blanket surrounded her.
***
-Severus pulled Louisa into his lap, as they sat, facing the lake, the sun setting over the horizon. Christmas was barely a week away, and the festivities had gotten to everyone. Severus buried his face into his lover's neck, planting small, feathery kisses down her shoulder. He heard a content sigh from Louisa as he pulled away slowly.
"Louisa, where do you see yourself in five years?" Severus asked, his fingers entwined in hers. Louisa gazed out over the lake, as she thought of her answer. Severus leaned back against the tree trunk, pulling her with him.
"Hopefully with you," she murmured, the sun reflecting off her face as the sky turned a soft pink. Severus grinned broadly.
"You're sweet," he said, resting his chin on her shoulder. He heard Louisa giggle, and he couldn't help but laugh a little too. Severus shut his eyes contently, and let out a small sigh. "I love you so much," he whispered into her ear.
"I love you more," she whispered back.
"Not possible"-
TBC
***
A/N: Bit fluffy at the end. But I thought I should put it in. Like it? Actually, I'm a little pleased with this one. I like the end, even though it was a little bit difficult to write. I'm not really a fluffy person, but I have my moments. Actually, that bit reminds me of marshmallows. Especially pink ones. Nummy. Anyhoo, please review. Only one chapter to go, and then it's finished! WOO-HOO!
A/N: Okay, I'm thinking right now that there is only going to be two more chapters- this one, and Chapter 14. Please don't kill me. It's the fact of life. This story can't go on forever. Anyway, if I can be bothered, I'll create a sequel. Only if more people tell me to. Uh-huh. Just read.
Only one more day to go. Severus was already feeling sad. Why did she have to go? Why couldn't she still be here, her face in a bright smile, her arms wrapped around his waist, him telling her how much he loved her. He would have been a different man- hell; he wouldn't have even have followed Voldemort. But she had gone. And there was nothing he could do about.
As he stalked the corridors, late that evening, the day before the Yule Ball, thoughts flew in and out of his mind. Why had he let that Granger brat question him? And even go to Louisa's grave? He could have easily bitten her head off, and given her a detention. He should have! But Louisa wouldn't have allowed it. She would have simply answered her questions happily.
'If she was so nice, why was she put in Slytherin?' Severus thought, keeping an eye out for students who were out of bed after curfew- especially Potter and his group of brown-nosing nitwits. He turned around a corner, his hands deep in his robe pockets. Almost not realizing, he pulled out the only photo of Louisa he had. The edges were worn, and the photo of her was faded, yet she was still there, smiling like the cat that had gotten into the cream. He felt a rare smile cross his cheeks, as his fingers ran down the side of the photograph. Merlin, how bad he wanted her to come back. A tear slid down his cheek, and landed on the ground.
He heard a rustle of robes swishing, and looked up.
"Albus! I didn't see you there!" he yelped. He sniffed, and brushed away a tear. Albus glanced down at the photo that Severus held in his hands.
"Severus, why did you never tell me where she died?" Albus asked, his voice full of so much kindness, Severus had the urge to slap him.
"I didn't think I needed to. When you're dead, you're dead Albus," he murmured, slipping the photo back into his pocket.
"Did you bury her?"
Severus paused. What should he tell the old man? The truth, or lie? A lie would be easier, yes, but, by the way he was staring into his eyes, he knew the truth would be the only way out of it.
"No. I didn't" he muttered, walking off.
***
Hermione rolled around in her bed. Pavarti was sitting on Lavender's bed. The two were gossiping about the Yule Ball- their dates, their dress robes, and Merlin knows what else. But, suddenly, the topic was thrown in Hermione's direction.
"Hermiiii-oneeee!" Lavender sung, standing up.
"What?" Hermione groaned, rolling onto her stomach.
"Come chat with us!"
"No. Let me sleep," she grumbled. Lavender began to tug at her sleeve of her pajamas, and Hermione knew there was no way around it. Slowly, she pulled herself out of the bed, and climbed into Lavender's. Parvarti giggled, as she sat into a more comfortable position.
"So who's your date for the Yule Ball?" she giggled once more.
"I'm not going," Hermione grumbled, wishing she was back in her own bed.
"You're not going?" Lavender questioned.
"No. I don't have to. I have other plans," she muttered, letting out a yawn.
"Like what?" Parvarti asked.
Oh, dear, what was she going to say? Lie? Yes, lie- that was what she should do. But say what? They were waiting for an answer. 'Be brave, girl! Tell the truth!' she yelled to herself. She took a deep breath before replying.
"I'm going somewhere with Snape," she said, her heart beating a thousand times a minute.
"Professor Snape?" Lavender cried in horror.
"Yes, I do believe there is only one Snape at Hogwarts" Hermione snapped.
"Where are you going?" Parvarti asked.
"To his bed I bet!" Lavender snickered.
"I doubt that, Lavender. Professor Snape may not be the friendliest person in the world, but he is better company then you two cows!" she growled. She headed back to her own bed, a scowl on her face.
Had she just stuck up for Snape? The cruel, Gryffindor-hating, Potions Master? Well, after hearing his story, she did hold a little compassion for him. It was only right. Hermione pulled the blanket up over her head and snuggled down, trying to get comfy. Lavender and Pavarti began talking about the Yule Ball again; seeming to have forgotten about Hermione's little act. Hermione couldn't help but smile as she thought about seeing where Louisa's grave was. It would most likely be covered in flowers, with a freshly polished tombstone, and a soft teddy bear leaning on it, Hermione imagined, her eyes shut slightly, if it was true how much Snape loved Louisa. But Snape didn't seem to be the type to be into flowers, and stuffed toys. But, maybe when he was in love, he was into romantic things.
'It's possible' Hermione thought, pulling the blanket a little lower. She heard the clock chime twelve downstairs, in the main Common Room. "Sleep time," she murmured tell herself, yawning. She closed her eyes, as the comfort of the blanket surrounded her.
***
-Severus pulled Louisa into his lap, as they sat, facing the lake, the sun setting over the horizon. Christmas was barely a week away, and the festivities had gotten to everyone. Severus buried his face into his lover's neck, planting small, feathery kisses down her shoulder. He heard a content sigh from Louisa as he pulled away slowly.
"Louisa, where do you see yourself in five years?" Severus asked, his fingers entwined in hers. Louisa gazed out over the lake, as she thought of her answer. Severus leaned back against the tree trunk, pulling her with him.
"Hopefully with you," she murmured, the sun reflecting off her face as the sky turned a soft pink. Severus grinned broadly.
"You're sweet," he said, resting his chin on her shoulder. He heard Louisa giggle, and he couldn't help but laugh a little too. Severus shut his eyes contently, and let out a small sigh. "I love you so much," he whispered into her ear.
"I love you more," she whispered back.
"Not possible"-
TBC
***
A/N: Bit fluffy at the end. But I thought I should put it in. Like it? Actually, I'm a little pleased with this one. I like the end, even though it was a little bit difficult to write. I'm not really a fluffy person, but I have my moments. Actually, that bit reminds me of marshmallows. Especially pink ones. Nummy. Anyhoo, please review. Only one chapter to go, and then it's finished! WOO-HOO!