Disclaimer: The usual. None of the characters are mine, their all JK
Rowling's, but I'm not using them for profit, so it's all ok.
A/N: Sorry about the wait everyone. I posted all of the previous chapters in the holidays when I had nothing to do, but now school's back on, so the chapters won't be coming as fast and furious as they once were. I will do my best to keep them coming, but be patient as this story isn't my first priority. Sorry.
Fic starts here:
Severus woke in the morning with his head pounding and his limbs stiff and aching. He groaned and hauled himself out of his bed and staggered to the mirror. The rings around his eyes were so bad that initially he imagined that he had been in one of those muggle fist fights the previous evening, and had somehow forgotten about it. Then he remembered. Damn.
"I'd rather the fight," he mumbled huskily. He dropped to his knees and fumbled about under his bed for a moment before retrieving the bottle of firewhisky that he had become so acquainted with that previous night. He took a long gulp and sat down on the bed, contemplating. He had told too much, he knew that. He recalled drinking to make talking to Chang easier, but he had a feeling that what he had told her he would never have told to anyone whilst sober, with the exception of Dumbledore obviously. He took another swig and closed his eyes. If he thought hard enough, he knew that more would come to mind.
"Severus."
Merlin's beard. That hadn't been a drunken hallucination, surely. There was only one way to find out for certain, he thought with his heart racing. If she had really cared about him last night, there was a way to know -
For many early rising students, the mystery of why Professor Snape was seen scurrying down the corridors at five o'clock on a cold February morning, complete in his faded grey nightshirt, would leave them guessing for the rest of their lives.
"Open - please," he demanded of the stone door. He peered into the puddle, holding his breath in anticipation of what he would see. He was not disappointed. Cho smiled back at him from the water, and his anxiousness and guilt about what he had said the night before began to fade. If he hadn't sworn to himself all those years ago that he would never display his emotions in public, Severus would have laughed out loud on the journey back to his room.
*****
"I love her, Lucius. I don't love anyone but her, and she doesn't love me."
"Really."
"I looked in the water, and I couldn't see her. I can't see anybody."
"The water?"
"You don't know, nobody does. I was with her tonight, but I said stupid things, and now she hates me."
"Surely not."
"Yes. It's not fair, why doesn't she like me? Why?"
A/N: Sorry about the wait everyone. I posted all of the previous chapters in the holidays when I had nothing to do, but now school's back on, so the chapters won't be coming as fast and furious as they once were. I will do my best to keep them coming, but be patient as this story isn't my first priority. Sorry.
Fic starts here:
Severus woke in the morning with his head pounding and his limbs stiff and aching. He groaned and hauled himself out of his bed and staggered to the mirror. The rings around his eyes were so bad that initially he imagined that he had been in one of those muggle fist fights the previous evening, and had somehow forgotten about it. Then he remembered. Damn.
"I'd rather the fight," he mumbled huskily. He dropped to his knees and fumbled about under his bed for a moment before retrieving the bottle of firewhisky that he had become so acquainted with that previous night. He took a long gulp and sat down on the bed, contemplating. He had told too much, he knew that. He recalled drinking to make talking to Chang easier, but he had a feeling that what he had told her he would never have told to anyone whilst sober, with the exception of Dumbledore obviously. He took another swig and closed his eyes. If he thought hard enough, he knew that more would come to mind.
"Severus."
Merlin's beard. That hadn't been a drunken hallucination, surely. There was only one way to find out for certain, he thought with his heart racing. If she had really cared about him last night, there was a way to know -
For many early rising students, the mystery of why Professor Snape was seen scurrying down the corridors at five o'clock on a cold February morning, complete in his faded grey nightshirt, would leave them guessing for the rest of their lives.
"Open - please," he demanded of the stone door. He peered into the puddle, holding his breath in anticipation of what he would see. He was not disappointed. Cho smiled back at him from the water, and his anxiousness and guilt about what he had said the night before began to fade. If he hadn't sworn to himself all those years ago that he would never display his emotions in public, Severus would have laughed out loud on the journey back to his room.
*****
"I love her, Lucius. I don't love anyone but her, and she doesn't love me."
"Really."
"I looked in the water, and I couldn't see her. I can't see anybody."
"The water?"
"You don't know, nobody does. I was with her tonight, but I said stupid things, and now she hates me."
"Surely not."
"Yes. It's not fair, why doesn't she like me? Why?"