The next day, I walked towards the park for the game, but Severus had been
waiting for me. He pulled me into the trees again, where he led me to a
blanket spread on the ground nestled on a patch of clovers. I couldn't
help but smile at the scene and how my heart fluttered at the thought of
lying there beside him.
A few minutes later, I found myself in that very position, my head leaning against his chest as he ran his fingers through my hair. There we stayed for several, blissful hours.
"I've dreamed of this all week," he whispered an instant before he gently kissed my forehead.
I almost cried again, but somehow I managed to control my emotions. That is until he spoke again.
"How did you do it? How did you make me fall in love with you?"
My head rose so that I could look at him. Had he really said that? "You love me?"
He slowly nodded, "I don't know how it happened, but...well, as much as I thought of you this past week, it must be love."
I nibbled on my lip, debating whether I should ask him the question that Fred had implanted in my head. "Severus, how old are you?"
Silence fell around us for what seemed like forever. "Old enough for this not to work."
Pushing myself up, I stared down at him. It, once again, was quiet. I had my answer, no matter how much I didn't want it. Just as I was preparing to stand, he wrapped his fingers around my wrists and pulled me to him. Our lips met, and if felt as though our last kiss. If I could have had anything in the world, I would have asked for that kiss to last forever.
However, it didn't. And far too soon, I was standing with my back to him. "I've thought of you just as much," I softly said, then began my walk back home, the game having already ended.
That was the last time I spoke to him for years, although I did see him every week. He attended every Saturday game, and stood where he could watch me. I gladly let him because I studied him as well. Over those years, I loved him from afar, still listening to Fred berate me for my continuing infatuation. Then at night, I would dream of him and the day that we could be together.
It wasn't until I was one year before I graduated from the local university that I spoke with him again. I would like to say that it was some beautiful, romantic encounter that bespoke of our undying, and yet denied love, but it wasn't.
I decided to go to the Saturday rugby game, for old times' sake, and there he was. My breath caught in my lungs as he turned to see me. And then he smiled, and I knew that this time, we'd work.
A few minutes later, I found myself in that very position, my head leaning against his chest as he ran his fingers through my hair. There we stayed for several, blissful hours.
"I've dreamed of this all week," he whispered an instant before he gently kissed my forehead.
I almost cried again, but somehow I managed to control my emotions. That is until he spoke again.
"How did you do it? How did you make me fall in love with you?"
My head rose so that I could look at him. Had he really said that? "You love me?"
He slowly nodded, "I don't know how it happened, but...well, as much as I thought of you this past week, it must be love."
I nibbled on my lip, debating whether I should ask him the question that Fred had implanted in my head. "Severus, how old are you?"
Silence fell around us for what seemed like forever. "Old enough for this not to work."
Pushing myself up, I stared down at him. It, once again, was quiet. I had my answer, no matter how much I didn't want it. Just as I was preparing to stand, he wrapped his fingers around my wrists and pulled me to him. Our lips met, and if felt as though our last kiss. If I could have had anything in the world, I would have asked for that kiss to last forever.
However, it didn't. And far too soon, I was standing with my back to him. "I've thought of you just as much," I softly said, then began my walk back home, the game having already ended.
That was the last time I spoke to him for years, although I did see him every week. He attended every Saturday game, and stood where he could watch me. I gladly let him because I studied him as well. Over those years, I loved him from afar, still listening to Fred berate me for my continuing infatuation. Then at night, I would dream of him and the day that we could be together.
It wasn't until I was one year before I graduated from the local university that I spoke with him again. I would like to say that it was some beautiful, romantic encounter that bespoke of our undying, and yet denied love, but it wasn't.
I decided to go to the Saturday rugby game, for old times' sake, and there he was. My breath caught in my lungs as he turned to see me. And then he smiled, and I knew that this time, we'd work.