Never Lose Me
Chapter Twenty-Four: Poison
A/N: Yet again, I do not own J.K. Rowling's marvelous story and characters. The only character I own is Rhane (pronounced 'Rain') The story's a bit twisted, to warn you-and kinda long. Or at least, it will be. I hope. lol^_^ Please review, and if you must criticize, do it CONSTRUCTIVELY, k? Nothing like, 'oh, Snape's ICKY, no girl would ever go after him.' Or anything like that, k? K. ^_^ Papa Roach is very inspiring, especially the new cd..^_____^ Oh, yes, and in this fic, Draco isn't exactly EVIL, per say.just very, very disturbed, twisted, obsessed and sadistic. ^_^. ^_^'^_^YES it's disturbing, and YES it'll probably get worse.^_^' Please don't review and tell me I'm sick or anything for any of these chapters- after all, it would seem quite silly to have Draco be sadistic and all and not try anything like that on Rhane, you know. Besides, if you've gotten this far, you must not really mind disturbingness. ^_^ Oh, and all poems in these stories, I wrote. (My Creative Writing teacher tells me my poetry is 'gothic'..) ^_^ O_o Whee, I love writing about characters with MPD!! ((Multiple Personality Disorder))^__________^ bad evening. Sarah knows what I mean. Stupid sister. She's EVIL. Ouch. It hurts to write-can't rest my elbow comfortably on anything. Arrgh.
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'Did you know that rumors are like poison? Spreading through an area like the plague. People can't seem to stop whispering, No matter how much it hurts someone else.
Do you see how it affects you? You stare, like a zombie, and for a moment, I feel resentful. Am I that hideous an idea? At least I provide a cover for your true lover.
I don't know where the pain comes from inside, or why I feel so jealous, I can't explain it, and it seems like the act of a small child. Please save me from myself, I wish each night, each day. But I know that I will die, collapse in on myself in the end, because you do not love me.
Love is the strongest poison known to man.'
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Severus Snape's eyelids flickered slowly, adjusting to the sensation of waking up-another day had dawned, it seemed. Yawning, he stood up from his desk and stretched. It had been a terribly long night, and the Professor had simply fallen asleep at his desk, potion still sitting there, tome still clutched in his slim fingers. Sighing, he looked around-and spotted Rhane in the doorway, watching him.
"Rhane! My, aren't you up early. Caught me still asleep, you did---why, whatever is the matter?" His brow furrowed in embarrassed puzzlement.
The girl rushed to him and hugged him tightly to her, green eyes clenched tight and expression of ferocity on her face. "I-you look so amazingly sweet asleep." She whispered softly, in a voice full of emotion.
Bemused, he closed his arms around her, resting his head on top of hers, still wondering whatever she meant by all this, anyways. The Potions Master pulled back and smiled a worried smile at his Beloved.
"Whatever is the matter? Something, I know it. I know YOU too well to think nothing the matter. What's wrong, love?"
"Nothing. Absolutely nothing." She smiled so winningly that Snape felt all further questions freeze in his throat, which felt suddenly very dry. Holding her tightly, he relished the feeling of being completely at one with the world-at one with love, that ever-elusive emotion that tried to fool those who were entangled in its webs.
Finally, the Potions Master drew back, looking down at Rhane's pale oval face, staring into the green eyes like pools of emerald-hued water, sparkling and deep. "I love you, you know. I tried so hard to deny it, I really did, but-I cannot fight the love of countless centuries. It is impossible." His voice was soft, slightly grating with emotion, and slid through the air to her ears like honey.
"I know-I love you,too." Her mind added, to her anger and disapproval, 'but you aren't the only one I'm feeling strange feelings for-I just don't know WHY.' Sighing, Rhane smiled softly up at him, reaching one slim hand up to brush a lock of hair from one cheek.
Then, all too soon, it was time for breakfast in the Great Hall. Giving a little sigh of frustration, Rhane beamed and, grabbing her bag, turned to go, waving from the door before vanishing off for the first meal of the day.
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Rhane was very surprised indeed to see Draco at the Slytherin table. He was sitting very stiffly, obviously holding back what he was feeling-the physical pain must be intense, she knew. The brunette stared until he looked straight in her eyes, then, blushing slightly, she gave him a look that asked very clearly, 'why aren't you still in the Hospital Wing?'
Draco tried to smile, but coughed quietly instead and said nothing at all.
Rhane sat down at the Gryffindor table, many of whom were looking oddly at her and whispering amongst themselves. She shrugged it off and ate with speed and silence as her only companions. When finished, the girl walked to her first classroom, knowing Snape was still there, and determined not to appear concerned for Draco one bit.
The brunette Gryffindor managed to make it through the entire class- difficult potion assignment and all-without looking over at Draco-a feat she suddenly realized was quite difficult. 'Why can I not stop thinking of him? I do NOT love him. Maybe I feel a little attracted to him-it's just the Florence Nightingale Complex! It HAS to be!' 'Mm-hmmm, RIGHT. Just keep telling yourself that, dear.' '---.'
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At noon, Rhane hurried to the dead-end hallway. Sure enough, Draco was sitting there, robe, vest and shirt removed, wrapped in a feather-soft robe, apparently trying to make the wounds feel better.
"WHY aren't you in the Hospital Wing? You PROMISED, Draco!" Rhane's voice was angry and rather hurt, to top it all off. It had a betrayed sort of tone to it that was unmistakable.
"But-I was released from there by Madame Pomfrey this morning. She said that my collarbone was healed and my cough nearly gone-she gave me medicine to take for that-and that I needn't miss any more classes." His voice was quiet, but not anywhere near as broken as the night before.
Before she could stop herself, Rhane found herself kneeling next to the Slytherin, hugging him gingerly, wary of his back. Flushing crimson, she recoiled as if touching something that would poison her by merely looking at it wrong.
"I-." Was all that her voice would let out. "I-."
Draco was smiling slightly, and he laughed a laugh that would have frightened her had he been in less pain and more capable of inflicting injury. "Never fear, Rhane. Little things like hugs and kisses on the cheek aren't going to fool me into thinking you love me. I know you don't, that these things are just a part of your nature when relieved or friendly. I know you could never love me the way I do you---I love you three billion times more even when I am hurting you so badly!" He looked forlorn, for an instant letting his true feelings show through, then pulled back on the mask of slightly bitter happiness. "Love is poison, I can see that now. It starts small, you don't even notice. Slowly, it spreads and you feel more pain, though you do not see its source or know why you are feeling it. Finally, it is in all of your veins and you know it for what it is, but it is too late, you are already doomed. Doomed---." The silver-blonde sighed and covered his face with one hand.
'Doomed? Why do I feel suddenly stricken with a feeling of understanding at what he's saying? Love isn't poison-It ISN'T! I love someone who loves me, it is NOT poison!' 'But you also are falling for someone who you don't want to fall for, isn't THAT poisonous?' 'Bugger off.'
Suddenly, she noticed something. A black envelope on the wall, just as before. Draco, spotting where Rhane stared, laughed. "Don't worry, I haven't opened it."
Smiling weakly, the Gryffindor reached trembling fingers to pluck the letter from its spot on the wall. Opening the envelope, she unfolded the letter and began to read.
*** Dearest Rhane,*** Ah, so close we were. Yet you came to save Draco, did you not? I know you did-you cannot lie to ME. Ah, well. You do not love him, though he loves you. Most interesting, this tangled web of emotions, is it not? Very like a Black Widow spider's lair. Anyways, I shall send another present with the next letter, so be expecting it, my love.
***Until later, the one who loves you completely, without fail. ***
Sighing, Rhane shook her head and put away the letter. At Draco's anxious, worried expression, she laughed. "Nothing of any importance---the same old foolish statements-nothing to worry about. Really." Grinning at him, the girl felt impulses shoot through her body that she completely ignored.
Draco smiled slightly in return and pulled his robe closer together, yawning. It appeared that the slender boy was going to take a nap for the rest of lunch, needing the sleep desperately as he did. Rhane, as well, decided to take a nap, curling up and falling asleep next to the already- sleeping Slytherin.
Author's note: Sorry for the short chapter, it's late and I am tired.^_________^
Chapter Twenty-Four: Poison
A/N: Yet again, I do not own J.K. Rowling's marvelous story and characters. The only character I own is Rhane (pronounced 'Rain') The story's a bit twisted, to warn you-and kinda long. Or at least, it will be. I hope. lol^_^ Please review, and if you must criticize, do it CONSTRUCTIVELY, k? Nothing like, 'oh, Snape's ICKY, no girl would ever go after him.' Or anything like that, k? K. ^_^ Papa Roach is very inspiring, especially the new cd..^_____^ Oh, yes, and in this fic, Draco isn't exactly EVIL, per say.just very, very disturbed, twisted, obsessed and sadistic. ^_^. ^_^'^_^YES it's disturbing, and YES it'll probably get worse.^_^' Please don't review and tell me I'm sick or anything for any of these chapters- after all, it would seem quite silly to have Draco be sadistic and all and not try anything like that on Rhane, you know. Besides, if you've gotten this far, you must not really mind disturbingness. ^_^ Oh, and all poems in these stories, I wrote. (My Creative Writing teacher tells me my poetry is 'gothic'..) ^_^ O_o Whee, I love writing about characters with MPD!! ((Multiple Personality Disorder))^__________^ bad evening. Sarah knows what I mean. Stupid sister. She's EVIL. Ouch. It hurts to write-can't rest my elbow comfortably on anything. Arrgh.
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'Did you know that rumors are like poison? Spreading through an area like the plague. People can't seem to stop whispering, No matter how much it hurts someone else.
Do you see how it affects you? You stare, like a zombie, and for a moment, I feel resentful. Am I that hideous an idea? At least I provide a cover for your true lover.
I don't know where the pain comes from inside, or why I feel so jealous, I can't explain it, and it seems like the act of a small child. Please save me from myself, I wish each night, each day. But I know that I will die, collapse in on myself in the end, because you do not love me.
Love is the strongest poison known to man.'
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Severus Snape's eyelids flickered slowly, adjusting to the sensation of waking up-another day had dawned, it seemed. Yawning, he stood up from his desk and stretched. It had been a terribly long night, and the Professor had simply fallen asleep at his desk, potion still sitting there, tome still clutched in his slim fingers. Sighing, he looked around-and spotted Rhane in the doorway, watching him.
"Rhane! My, aren't you up early. Caught me still asleep, you did---why, whatever is the matter?" His brow furrowed in embarrassed puzzlement.
The girl rushed to him and hugged him tightly to her, green eyes clenched tight and expression of ferocity on her face. "I-you look so amazingly sweet asleep." She whispered softly, in a voice full of emotion.
Bemused, he closed his arms around her, resting his head on top of hers, still wondering whatever she meant by all this, anyways. The Potions Master pulled back and smiled a worried smile at his Beloved.
"Whatever is the matter? Something, I know it. I know YOU too well to think nothing the matter. What's wrong, love?"
"Nothing. Absolutely nothing." She smiled so winningly that Snape felt all further questions freeze in his throat, which felt suddenly very dry. Holding her tightly, he relished the feeling of being completely at one with the world-at one with love, that ever-elusive emotion that tried to fool those who were entangled in its webs.
Finally, the Potions Master drew back, looking down at Rhane's pale oval face, staring into the green eyes like pools of emerald-hued water, sparkling and deep. "I love you, you know. I tried so hard to deny it, I really did, but-I cannot fight the love of countless centuries. It is impossible." His voice was soft, slightly grating with emotion, and slid through the air to her ears like honey.
"I know-I love you,too." Her mind added, to her anger and disapproval, 'but you aren't the only one I'm feeling strange feelings for-I just don't know WHY.' Sighing, Rhane smiled softly up at him, reaching one slim hand up to brush a lock of hair from one cheek.
Then, all too soon, it was time for breakfast in the Great Hall. Giving a little sigh of frustration, Rhane beamed and, grabbing her bag, turned to go, waving from the door before vanishing off for the first meal of the day.
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Rhane was very surprised indeed to see Draco at the Slytherin table. He was sitting very stiffly, obviously holding back what he was feeling-the physical pain must be intense, she knew. The brunette stared until he looked straight in her eyes, then, blushing slightly, she gave him a look that asked very clearly, 'why aren't you still in the Hospital Wing?'
Draco tried to smile, but coughed quietly instead and said nothing at all.
Rhane sat down at the Gryffindor table, many of whom were looking oddly at her and whispering amongst themselves. She shrugged it off and ate with speed and silence as her only companions. When finished, the girl walked to her first classroom, knowing Snape was still there, and determined not to appear concerned for Draco one bit.
The brunette Gryffindor managed to make it through the entire class- difficult potion assignment and all-without looking over at Draco-a feat she suddenly realized was quite difficult. 'Why can I not stop thinking of him? I do NOT love him. Maybe I feel a little attracted to him-it's just the Florence Nightingale Complex! It HAS to be!' 'Mm-hmmm, RIGHT. Just keep telling yourself that, dear.' '---.'
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At noon, Rhane hurried to the dead-end hallway. Sure enough, Draco was sitting there, robe, vest and shirt removed, wrapped in a feather-soft robe, apparently trying to make the wounds feel better.
"WHY aren't you in the Hospital Wing? You PROMISED, Draco!" Rhane's voice was angry and rather hurt, to top it all off. It had a betrayed sort of tone to it that was unmistakable.
"But-I was released from there by Madame Pomfrey this morning. She said that my collarbone was healed and my cough nearly gone-she gave me medicine to take for that-and that I needn't miss any more classes." His voice was quiet, but not anywhere near as broken as the night before.
Before she could stop herself, Rhane found herself kneeling next to the Slytherin, hugging him gingerly, wary of his back. Flushing crimson, she recoiled as if touching something that would poison her by merely looking at it wrong.
"I-." Was all that her voice would let out. "I-."
Draco was smiling slightly, and he laughed a laugh that would have frightened her had he been in less pain and more capable of inflicting injury. "Never fear, Rhane. Little things like hugs and kisses on the cheek aren't going to fool me into thinking you love me. I know you don't, that these things are just a part of your nature when relieved or friendly. I know you could never love me the way I do you---I love you three billion times more even when I am hurting you so badly!" He looked forlorn, for an instant letting his true feelings show through, then pulled back on the mask of slightly bitter happiness. "Love is poison, I can see that now. It starts small, you don't even notice. Slowly, it spreads and you feel more pain, though you do not see its source or know why you are feeling it. Finally, it is in all of your veins and you know it for what it is, but it is too late, you are already doomed. Doomed---." The silver-blonde sighed and covered his face with one hand.
'Doomed? Why do I feel suddenly stricken with a feeling of understanding at what he's saying? Love isn't poison-It ISN'T! I love someone who loves me, it is NOT poison!' 'But you also are falling for someone who you don't want to fall for, isn't THAT poisonous?' 'Bugger off.'
Suddenly, she noticed something. A black envelope on the wall, just as before. Draco, spotting where Rhane stared, laughed. "Don't worry, I haven't opened it."
Smiling weakly, the Gryffindor reached trembling fingers to pluck the letter from its spot on the wall. Opening the envelope, she unfolded the letter and began to read.
*** Dearest Rhane,*** Ah, so close we were. Yet you came to save Draco, did you not? I know you did-you cannot lie to ME. Ah, well. You do not love him, though he loves you. Most interesting, this tangled web of emotions, is it not? Very like a Black Widow spider's lair. Anyways, I shall send another present with the next letter, so be expecting it, my love.
***Until later, the one who loves you completely, without fail. ***
Sighing, Rhane shook her head and put away the letter. At Draco's anxious, worried expression, she laughed. "Nothing of any importance---the same old foolish statements-nothing to worry about. Really." Grinning at him, the girl felt impulses shoot through her body that she completely ignored.
Draco smiled slightly in return and pulled his robe closer together, yawning. It appeared that the slender boy was going to take a nap for the rest of lunch, needing the sleep desperately as he did. Rhane, as well, decided to take a nap, curling up and falling asleep next to the already- sleeping Slytherin.
Author's note: Sorry for the short chapter, it's late and I am tired.^_________^