A/N: I feel loved. Thanks Atheis and Aeris. * begins to cry * .sorry.* runs into bathroom * I needed people in my poem so I put these to crazies in there.

Disclaimer: I do not own Snape though I wish I did. I need a cookie. * sits out side of Alan Rickman's dressing room and waits *



In my head there forms a plan

In my clutches will be this man

In my heart I am overjoyed

I draw the battle lines

With my armaments deployed

With everything done I still have to wait

But when the time comes I wont hesitate

I gather my accomplices in this scheme

I really think we will make a good team

I gather and huddle with my two friends

Will this work

It all depends

For Aeris we really had to convince her of this

She was all ready to play the antagonist

Atheis really had to bribe

But the plan almost broke through

With her taunts and gibes

So we had to promise her Harry

And then her attitude turned quite contrary

To my plan she would hinder

Burn to ash

And turn to cinder

Perhaps I had been a little rash

Here comes Snape

With his wonderful billowing cape

We hurry into position

Oh I am such a wonderful tactician

In my mind I see a blur of black

I hesitate and then move back

Oh it maybe worse than I feared

I may not be as brave as I appeared

Oh what an awful sight

Seeing me in such a fright

I stay there behind the wall

Aeris said you cannot stall

Then they gave me a great big push

As he came around the wall

And I fell on my tush

I thought I might have hit my head

But I guess it was him instead

I guess I really did hit my head

Cause when I hit the floor

I saw nothing more

I really do not feel my best

But the good thing is

They found me lying

On his chest

I think it was do to Atheis and Aeris's good intentions

That I found my self in that position

A/N: well another installment will follow. I guess I will leave you with this...







Alan Rickman: What the hell do you think your doing. I thought my bodyguard booted you out of my dressing room.

Sheperdmoon: But I love you Alan, no don't throw me out. Nnnnooooooooooooo. * Now all the sudden calm* I will give you a back massage.!!!

Alan Rickman: * considers this * ok. * Throws him self on his bed. *

Sheperdmoon: * evil grin *