Chapter 6
Love Returned Disclaimer: I own none of these characters. I own all of the books though! Honestly! I bought them therefore they're mine! All mine! *giggles* Anyways, I'd love to thank my wonderful reviewers who keep pushing me to finish a chapter a day....well this is the fifth chapter in four days so I'm doing good! I can't resist a good story and this gets all those little plot bunnies out of my head! OUT! *points to page* all you cute and loveable little plot bunnies, OUT!!!! *grins* here's the story!
************ Silence. Blessed silence. I'm anxiously awating a return owl, and yet at the same time I'm afraid to get one. I'm afraid he's going to say that he hates my guts and that I disgust him. I'm trying to keep my hope from rising, but it's hard to do. That letter holds the key to my future. My future lies in my beloved Professor's hands now, his answer will tell me if I'm to be lonely or happy for the rest of my days. I close my eyes, barely able to keep my mind on anything else but thoughts of Snape, his answer. I know I did the right thing but why do I feel like I've made a mistake?
Wings. The sound of wings! My eyes snap open and I run to the window. A brown owl, a school owl! It's got a letter! A letter with my name on it! I untie the string holding it on the owl's leg then hand the owl a tidbit. It flys away and I fumble with the paper, trying to get it to unroll. My eyes alight on his handwriting, his glorious handwriting.
Harry,
I must thank you for your honesty at least. I'm afraid I'm a little
suprised and a little flattered that you admit your feelings to me so
freely. I won't say I'm not attracted to you but what you want is
forbidden. I cannot be with you, much as I'd like to be. Oh yes, Harry. I've known you were special ever since I laid my eyes on you. I don't mean because you are the Boy-Who-Lived, no I mean you're special because you're Harry. There's no one else like you. You were very brave to send me that letter, and quite frankly, my eyes had something suspiciously like tears in them as I read it. I too have feelings for you, but I've come to terms with them. I truely don't hate you, no matter how much I may act like it. I had
to treat you poorly because, well, I'm the Head of Slytherin, and you, well, you're a prefect for Gryffindor. We're opposites. I couldn't have my House knowing I loved the Boy-Who-Lived, the hero of the Gryffindors. It
was impossible. I'm sorry for all the time's I've embarrased you. And I
must demand that this letter is to be shown to NO ONE. I swear to you,
Harry, this must be kept a secret. If someone finds out about us, well,
let's just say I'll probably be seeing the inside of Azkaban. You're an underage wizard and I'm a Professor. Well, you're nearly 18 but still, the wizarding world considers you underage so I must treat you like that. Just know this Harry: I do love you. You're special to me. I don't want to lose you. Ever. I'd like to spend time with you, time we can be alone together, before the start of classes and before all the other students arrive. We can meet once before the term starts, then we mustn't be seen together. I
hope you understand. If you agree to meet me, reply to me, tell me. We
shall meet in the empty classroom four doors down from the Potions
classroom.
Yours,
Severus Snape
Oh! He...he....oh god! I have to sit down. He wants to meet me, see me, alone. Oh god. I hope he's being truthful and not just trying to torture me. Oh god. I can't breathe properly. I...I have to go to him, I have to see him. Just to be with him. This once. I need to let him see how I feel. I fumble with a scroll and I write my answer:
I'd love to meet you. Love, Harry
I roll it up inside an old potion assignment and walk out of my room. I slowly walk down to the Potion Master's office. I somehow manage not to jump for joy or anything. I politely knock on the door. "Come in," says that surly voice I've come to love. He looks up at me. "H..Harry! I didn't expect to....see you." "Yes, Professor. I've come to ask about an answer on last years Potion final." I say, winking at him. "Well, bring it here and I'll answer it," he says, motioning me towards him. I walk over to him and unroll the scroll, showing him my answer. He looks up at me, then smiles slightly. "Well, that's an interesting question. You see, you got it right. The only thing I counted off for was that you misspelt Petrificus. See here? You spelled it P-e-t-r-i-f-c-i-s....it's a 'u' not an 'i' at the end," he said. He looked like he was obviously trying to be surly. "Even Longbottom spelled it right. How can you, dear Potter, not be able to spell?" "I...I don't know, sir," I say meekly. I nod at him as I roll up the scroll. "Well, I suppose I'll see you later then, sir. At dinner I mean," I announce, winking at him as I speak. "Goodbye, Professor." I pick up my scroll and walk out the door. I'm a little ways down the hallway when I suddenly smile, a smile so big and bright I'm suprised I don't light up these dark, dreary hallways.
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Well, there's the fifth chappy! Review! I would like to know what you guys think so far. Did you like what Snape wrote? Were you suprised? Did you think he'd admit his feelings? Tell me! *grins* ~The Queen of Fluff
Love Returned Disclaimer: I own none of these characters. I own all of the books though! Honestly! I bought them therefore they're mine! All mine! *giggles* Anyways, I'd love to thank my wonderful reviewers who keep pushing me to finish a chapter a day....well this is the fifth chapter in four days so I'm doing good! I can't resist a good story and this gets all those little plot bunnies out of my head! OUT! *points to page* all you cute and loveable little plot bunnies, OUT!!!! *grins* here's the story!
************ Silence. Blessed silence. I'm anxiously awating a return owl, and yet at the same time I'm afraid to get one. I'm afraid he's going to say that he hates my guts and that I disgust him. I'm trying to keep my hope from rising, but it's hard to do. That letter holds the key to my future. My future lies in my beloved Professor's hands now, his answer will tell me if I'm to be lonely or happy for the rest of my days. I close my eyes, barely able to keep my mind on anything else but thoughts of Snape, his answer. I know I did the right thing but why do I feel like I've made a mistake?
Wings. The sound of wings! My eyes snap open and I run to the window. A brown owl, a school owl! It's got a letter! A letter with my name on it! I untie the string holding it on the owl's leg then hand the owl a tidbit. It flys away and I fumble with the paper, trying to get it to unroll. My eyes alight on his handwriting, his glorious handwriting.
Harry,
I must thank you for your honesty at least. I'm afraid I'm a little
suprised and a little flattered that you admit your feelings to me so
freely. I won't say I'm not attracted to you but what you want is
forbidden. I cannot be with you, much as I'd like to be. Oh yes, Harry. I've known you were special ever since I laid my eyes on you. I don't mean because you are the Boy-Who-Lived, no I mean you're special because you're Harry. There's no one else like you. You were very brave to send me that letter, and quite frankly, my eyes had something suspiciously like tears in them as I read it. I too have feelings for you, but I've come to terms with them. I truely don't hate you, no matter how much I may act like it. I had
to treat you poorly because, well, I'm the Head of Slytherin, and you, well, you're a prefect for Gryffindor. We're opposites. I couldn't have my House knowing I loved the Boy-Who-Lived, the hero of the Gryffindors. It
was impossible. I'm sorry for all the time's I've embarrased you. And I
must demand that this letter is to be shown to NO ONE. I swear to you,
Harry, this must be kept a secret. If someone finds out about us, well,
let's just say I'll probably be seeing the inside of Azkaban. You're an underage wizard and I'm a Professor. Well, you're nearly 18 but still, the wizarding world considers you underage so I must treat you like that. Just know this Harry: I do love you. You're special to me. I don't want to lose you. Ever. I'd like to spend time with you, time we can be alone together, before the start of classes and before all the other students arrive. We can meet once before the term starts, then we mustn't be seen together. I
hope you understand. If you agree to meet me, reply to me, tell me. We
shall meet in the empty classroom four doors down from the Potions
classroom.
Yours,
Severus Snape
Oh! He...he....oh god! I have to sit down. He wants to meet me, see me, alone. Oh god. I hope he's being truthful and not just trying to torture me. Oh god. I can't breathe properly. I...I have to go to him, I have to see him. Just to be with him. This once. I need to let him see how I feel. I fumble with a scroll and I write my answer:
I'd love to meet you. Love, Harry
I roll it up inside an old potion assignment and walk out of my room. I slowly walk down to the Potion Master's office. I somehow manage not to jump for joy or anything. I politely knock on the door. "Come in," says that surly voice I've come to love. He looks up at me. "H..Harry! I didn't expect to....see you." "Yes, Professor. I've come to ask about an answer on last years Potion final." I say, winking at him. "Well, bring it here and I'll answer it," he says, motioning me towards him. I walk over to him and unroll the scroll, showing him my answer. He looks up at me, then smiles slightly. "Well, that's an interesting question. You see, you got it right. The only thing I counted off for was that you misspelt Petrificus. See here? You spelled it P-e-t-r-i-f-c-i-s....it's a 'u' not an 'i' at the end," he said. He looked like he was obviously trying to be surly. "Even Longbottom spelled it right. How can you, dear Potter, not be able to spell?" "I...I don't know, sir," I say meekly. I nod at him as I roll up the scroll. "Well, I suppose I'll see you later then, sir. At dinner I mean," I announce, winking at him as I speak. "Goodbye, Professor." I pick up my scroll and walk out the door. I'm a little ways down the hallway when I suddenly smile, a smile so big and bright I'm suprised I don't light up these dark, dreary hallways.
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Well, there's the fifth chappy! Review! I would like to know what you guys think so far. Did you like what Snape wrote? Were you suprised? Did you think he'd admit his feelings? Tell me! *grins* ~The Queen of Fluff