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Becky and Severus appeared in the front of Hogwart's gates. Becky pulled her hand out of Severus' immediately and glared at him. He sneered right back. Nobody glares at Severus Snape without him returning the expression.
"Who the hell was that?!" she asked with fury.
She was so jealous and enraged, she felt as though she were to erupt any minute. Severus was not disturbed by her beet red face and heavy breathing.
"She told you," he spat.
"Don't give me that!" she sneered, grasping the gate and swinging it open as hard as she could, causing it to smash against the gate. And if Severus did not leap out of the way, he would have been crushed against the gate by the gate door.
Becky started to stomp toward the castle, Severus behind her.
"How do you know her?!" she asked, turning her head around so she wouldn't miss a utter of his hoped response.
"I can't tell you!" he spat just as he grabbed her arm to halt her. She turned around to face him and saw the malice in his eyes. "But I can assure you we are no an 'item'. Truly, I can't stand the woman. And I can't stand you either!"
Becky clenched her fists at her sides and snarled, "Why don't you just leave, then!" She inched forward so that her face was inches from his. "Why not just forget about every damn thing that occurred between us and return to your nasty, sardonic self!"
Severus face abruptly softened. His black, glittering eyes now reflected vacillation.
"Because," he began gently, "it's not possible for me to neglect us," He brought his hand up to cup her face. "And no matter how hard I have tried. . . I could never bring myself to stop loving you."
Becky looked away from him, which caused Severus' hand to drop to his side. He sighed as Becky turned her back to him.
"You've tried to stop loving me?" she asked quietly. Severus moved beside her and saw a tear flowing down her supple, rosy cheek.
He felt an urge to brush it away and just, simply, hold her. But something beared him back.
"Of course," he said faintly. "I started to fall in love with you and couldn't accept the fact that a bastard, such as myself, could love another. However, even though I convinced my brain I wasn't in love, I wasn't able to satisfy my heart. I still ignored my heart's yearnings, and forced myself to believe I wasn't in love."
Severus studied Becky's face and saw more tears cascade down her cheeks.
"Then. . .you were abducted by Voldemort and taken away from me. And well. . . my whole world came crashing down upon me. When I received the letter from Potter, identifying your capture. . . I then knew it."
Becky glanced up at him with confusion dawning on her tear-stained face. She found him to be staring up at the dark, grey sky. Becky suddenly felt changed. She could now understand. There was so much about Severus she understood. His cynicism, his hardness, his aversion to any relationship. All he did need was love. She discovered all that just by seeing those dark, sable eyes stare up into the sky, with wonder and feeling their depths. He said he knew something. What? There was much more she needed to know.
"What did you know, Severus?," she droned as she hugged herself to keep her warm from the bitter cold.
He glanced at her so quickly, she jumped. His eyes. Those beautiful eyes. She could not get over them.
"I knew I would crawl to the ends of the Earth for you," he said in his drugging, gorgeous, emotional voice. "I knew I would lie for you." Becky was starting to melt and she felt her knees buckle. Why am I all of the sudden so affected by this wonderful man? He continued, "I knew I would die for you." Is it just her or is it suddenly really hot out here in the freezing cold? Oh god, he is so handsome with that windblown hair and that beautiful, perfect face of his. "But more importantly," he added as he turned to her, "I knew I was in love."
Becky's knees suddenly turned to jello and she dropped to the cold, damp ground. Severus stood there for a second staring down at her with amusement, then he helped her up.
"Getting a little drowsy are we?" he joked. "Here I am, revealing all of my secrets and feelings to you and instead of passionately embracing me you fall asleep. Now tell me, darling, do I bore you that much?"
Becky giggled, apparently feeling better now that Severus wasn't making her as excited as he was before. He's going to be the death of me, she told herself.
"No, I just lost my balance," she said. "And I was quite aware of what you were proclaiming to me. And I am. . . very happy to hear that proclamation. Ecstatic, actually."
Severus chuckled deeply, making Becky's heart race. How will she survive around this amazing man.
"Indeed?" he asked, grasping her hand and pulling her to him.
"Indeed," she said with a mocking British accent.
He suddenly pulled her into his arms and held her. No kisses were exchanged during this tight, loving embrace. All they wanted to do was just hold each other until the end of their lives.
"I love you," Severus whispered delicately to her.
"I love you," Becky whispered back, and he pulled away, locked her arm in his, and they both set off toward the castle.
A/N: Is this too mushy and dumb?
Aeowyn: Thanks for the email! You are so kind! I didn't think my stories were that good. . .*blushes* Once again, thanks. You're an awesome person! :)
Now, on with the story!
Becky and Severus appeared in the front of Hogwart's gates. Becky pulled her hand out of Severus' immediately and glared at him. He sneered right back. Nobody glares at Severus Snape without him returning the expression.
"Who the hell was that?!" she asked with fury.
She was so jealous and enraged, she felt as though she were to erupt any minute. Severus was not disturbed by her beet red face and heavy breathing.
"She told you," he spat.
"Don't give me that!" she sneered, grasping the gate and swinging it open as hard as she could, causing it to smash against the gate. And if Severus did not leap out of the way, he would have been crushed against the gate by the gate door.
Becky started to stomp toward the castle, Severus behind her.
"How do you know her?!" she asked, turning her head around so she wouldn't miss a utter of his hoped response.
"I can't tell you!" he spat just as he grabbed her arm to halt her. She turned around to face him and saw the malice in his eyes. "But I can assure you we are no an 'item'. Truly, I can't stand the woman. And I can't stand you either!"
Becky clenched her fists at her sides and snarled, "Why don't you just leave, then!" She inched forward so that her face was inches from his. "Why not just forget about every damn thing that occurred between us and return to your nasty, sardonic self!"
Severus face abruptly softened. His black, glittering eyes now reflected vacillation.
"Because," he began gently, "it's not possible for me to neglect us," He brought his hand up to cup her face. "And no matter how hard I have tried. . . I could never bring myself to stop loving you."
Becky looked away from him, which caused Severus' hand to drop to his side. He sighed as Becky turned her back to him.
"You've tried to stop loving me?" she asked quietly. Severus moved beside her and saw a tear flowing down her supple, rosy cheek.
He felt an urge to brush it away and just, simply, hold her. But something beared him back.
"Of course," he said faintly. "I started to fall in love with you and couldn't accept the fact that a bastard, such as myself, could love another. However, even though I convinced my brain I wasn't in love, I wasn't able to satisfy my heart. I still ignored my heart's yearnings, and forced myself to believe I wasn't in love."
Severus studied Becky's face and saw more tears cascade down her cheeks.
"Then. . .you were abducted by Voldemort and taken away from me. And well. . . my whole world came crashing down upon me. When I received the letter from Potter, identifying your capture. . . I then knew it."
Becky glanced up at him with confusion dawning on her tear-stained face. She found him to be staring up at the dark, grey sky. Becky suddenly felt changed. She could now understand. There was so much about Severus she understood. His cynicism, his hardness, his aversion to any relationship. All he did need was love. She discovered all that just by seeing those dark, sable eyes stare up into the sky, with wonder and feeling their depths. He said he knew something. What? There was much more she needed to know.
"What did you know, Severus?," she droned as she hugged herself to keep her warm from the bitter cold.
He glanced at her so quickly, she jumped. His eyes. Those beautiful eyes. She could not get over them.
"I knew I would crawl to the ends of the Earth for you," he said in his drugging, gorgeous, emotional voice. "I knew I would lie for you." Becky was starting to melt and she felt her knees buckle. Why am I all of the sudden so affected by this wonderful man? He continued, "I knew I would die for you." Is it just her or is it suddenly really hot out here in the freezing cold? Oh god, he is so handsome with that windblown hair and that beautiful, perfect face of his. "But more importantly," he added as he turned to her, "I knew I was in love."
Becky's knees suddenly turned to jello and she dropped to the cold, damp ground. Severus stood there for a second staring down at her with amusement, then he helped her up.
"Getting a little drowsy are we?" he joked. "Here I am, revealing all of my secrets and feelings to you and instead of passionately embracing me you fall asleep. Now tell me, darling, do I bore you that much?"
Becky giggled, apparently feeling better now that Severus wasn't making her as excited as he was before. He's going to be the death of me, she told herself.
"No, I just lost my balance," she said. "And I was quite aware of what you were proclaiming to me. And I am. . . very happy to hear that proclamation. Ecstatic, actually."
Severus chuckled deeply, making Becky's heart race. How will she survive around this amazing man.
"Indeed?" he asked, grasping her hand and pulling her to him.
"Indeed," she said with a mocking British accent.
He suddenly pulled her into his arms and held her. No kisses were exchanged during this tight, loving embrace. All they wanted to do was just hold each other until the end of their lives.
"I love you," Severus whispered delicately to her.
"I love you," Becky whispered back, and he pulled away, locked her arm in his, and they both set off toward the castle.
A/N: Is this too mushy and dumb?