The Mirror of Erised
Chapter Five
By Jewel Little Bird
Snape stormed towards his room, utterly furious with himself. He'd completely underestimated the girl, and because of that he was going to bang his head against a wall a few times before going to bed.
Round 1 - Snape: 0, De'Lacour: 10
He was so angry, in fact, that he nearly walked into the painting that covered the entrance to his room. He hissed the password ("Killer"), and stalked into his room, throwing himself on the bed. His room was exactly like Fleur's room (and every other teacher's room, for that matter) except that the prominent colors were black and metallic green, the bed sheets were a solid white, and the fireplace had snakes carved on the sides.
He'd meant to scare Fleur, and instead had discovered that up close she was really very shapely under her robes. Her big blue eyes had held a mischievous twinkle that had caught his attention. He was only human; though not affected by her veela charms, he still saw her as a woman.
To his horror, he found he couldn't remember what Lily looked like.
He sat up on his bed like a shot, yanked open the drawer in the night table, and pulled out a photograph that he kept hidden there. Only Filch and the house-elves knew of the photograph, and they wouldn't breathe a word about it to God himself.
Lily sat at an outdoor café table, reading a book and sipping a cup of tea. Her green eyes turned to look at him, and she smiled happily and waved as he gazed at her. He'd stolen the picture from James in their seventh year. The red-haired witch who'd stolen his heart drove any remaining thoughts of Fleur out of his mind.
He sat there for half the night, memorizing Lily's figure before he finally fell asleep, the picture clutched in a death grip.
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End of Chapter Five
Snape stormed towards his room, utterly furious with himself. He'd completely underestimated the girl, and because of that he was going to bang his head against a wall a few times before going to bed.
Round 1 - Snape: 0, De'Lacour: 10
He was so angry, in fact, that he nearly walked into the painting that covered the entrance to his room. He hissed the password ("Killer"), and stalked into his room, throwing himself on the bed. His room was exactly like Fleur's room (and every other teacher's room, for that matter) except that the prominent colors were black and metallic green, the bed sheets were a solid white, and the fireplace had snakes carved on the sides.
He'd meant to scare Fleur, and instead had discovered that up close she was really very shapely under her robes. Her big blue eyes had held a mischievous twinkle that had caught his attention. He was only human; though not affected by her veela charms, he still saw her as a woman.
To his horror, he found he couldn't remember what Lily looked like.
He sat up on his bed like a shot, yanked open the drawer in the night table, and pulled out a photograph that he kept hidden there. Only Filch and the house-elves knew of the photograph, and they wouldn't breathe a word about it to God himself.
Lily sat at an outdoor café table, reading a book and sipping a cup of tea. Her green eyes turned to look at him, and she smiled happily and waved as he gazed at her. He'd stolen the picture from James in their seventh year. The red-haired witch who'd stolen his heart drove any remaining thoughts of Fleur out of his mind.
He sat there for half the night, memorizing Lily's figure before he finally fell asleep, the picture clutched in a death grip.
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End of Chapter Five