Title - I Love you, Severus Snape.
By - Who the hell do you think? Hated Angel. As in, ME! Me you idot! ((lol))
Disclaimer - JKR owns all things Harry Potter, I own me and Tiegha owns she.
TO MY REVEIWERS - Queen of Zan - You are not rude.
dragonwing : 'I seriously doubt a student would cuss out her professor' This story is based on what I would actually DO! I HAVE cusses out a teacher before. But, I will try to keep Snape in Character. Thanks for the tip. :~)
Author's Note - This is an INCREDIBLE short chapter. Why? I have a book bowl comming up, I have to read 2 books by weds. for it. Which means tomarro. I have to draw and lable all of europe. Study for a Algebra test and have to practice for the FCAT writing. Which I will take next year. Then, today really is my birthday, I have to keep up with an RPG, go shopping. Update my LJ. I am toooooo swamped.
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I got out of the Hospital wing the 26th. Snape wasn't happy about it. He made SURE that I was better. Protective bastard. So now Its precicly 2:33 am on April 27th. My Birthday. I WAS sleeping, until something hit my head. It was soft and fuzzy. This happened around 12:01. Offically my birthday. So I pulled what was soon discovered a stuffed animal off my face. There was a card, not signed. I could barly read it. The writing was all scribbly. Like.. a 8 yr old trying to write cursive. Squinting, I had fainally made out the words 'Sqeeze his left paw.' So thats what I did. Sqeezing the bear's paw made the bear go into a chourus of "Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday to you!" Which he sang twice. So I spent most of the time tring to find out who sent me the card. Around 1:30 am I started getting a migrain. It hurt so bad, I had to go down to the Hospital wing. Thats where I am now. To think, Being in the Hospital Wing on my Birthday! And who else would be there but Severus Snape himself? I asked him what he was doing there. He grunted. Then Madam Pomfrey came in and asked him what he was doing there. To which he replied "Tripped pver McGonagall on my nightly rounds. Just need a bit of a painkiller." To which Madam Pomfrey 'forced' (in my opion) him to lie down. Then she turned to me. "Head ach." I said, clutching my Birthday Bear tightly. When Snape saw the Birthday Bear, he just.. stared. At it. Gulped, then went back to Argueing with Madam Pomfrey while she foreced me to lie down. By the time all this happened my head was POUNDING! Really Really Badly. "Would yall just shut up!" I told Madam Pomfrey and Snape. It worked considerably.
Well, Snape was in the bed next to me. Things wern't going well. The pregnant girl (Who now has given birth) parents were here.
Around Lunch time Tiegha walked in. She carried a small box. This would prove to be intresting. "Happy Birthday best bud." She said, handing me the package. I opened it up to find.. a box of envolopes, some plain paper, and a purple Stamp. One Stamp. Thats it. "Well.. Thanks Tiegha.." I was totally bashed. This was all new. "How... Nice" I streched the word nice so Snape could hear it. He seem rather dis-pleased with Tiegha's gift to me. Oh Well, like I said, my life is FAR from perfect.
Right when we were about to be served lunch, a rather large bird (Not an owl, more like oversized bat) flew through the window and dropped a rather large and rather heavy package on my stomach.
Snape's eye-brow raised at the sight of the gift. I shrugged, and opened it. It was a Guitar. "This is new, A real gift." I said, strumming it. It sounded perfect. My hopes were diminished when I opened the card. I had to read it aloud-
"Dear Christine,
Congraduations on your sister's funeral. I hope that your job as a Chef goes well. Please except this gift as my appriciation for having a baby.
Love Always,
Uncle Yolanda."
The look on Snape's face was priceless. "Who is Christine?" he asked. I rolled my eyes. "Christine is my 30 yr old sister, she manages a gas stasion in Florida, And she cannot have kids. Uncle Yolanda is my homo- sexual Uncle. He once was a she but she got a sex-change to be a he, then he married my aunt and had 4 kids." I explained. I shrugged. I got a Guitar. Why should I be sad that they forgot why they gave it to me? Well, I am a little hurt, but still.
"Its the thought that counts." Snape said, before conguring up a 3 cheese SALAD along with a glass of milk. What is this guy, some sort of health nut? For a chocolate freak, these dishes do me no justice. Not to Self - NEVER let Snape make you lunch unless it includes something other than Vegitables and some sort of drink that doesn't mix.
Snape was able to leave right after lunch. He fainally convinced Madam Pomfrey to let him go.
Right before he left, he looked out the window by my bed and said "Happy Birthday"
By - Who the hell do you think? Hated Angel. As in, ME! Me you idot! ((lol))
Disclaimer - JKR owns all things Harry Potter, I own me and Tiegha owns she.
TO MY REVEIWERS - Queen of Zan - You are not rude.
dragonwing : 'I seriously doubt a student would cuss out her professor' This story is based on what I would actually DO! I HAVE cusses out a teacher before. But, I will try to keep Snape in Character. Thanks for the tip. :~)
Author's Note - This is an INCREDIBLE short chapter. Why? I have a book bowl comming up, I have to read 2 books by weds. for it. Which means tomarro. I have to draw and lable all of europe. Study for a Algebra test and have to practice for the FCAT writing. Which I will take next year. Then, today really is my birthday, I have to keep up with an RPG, go shopping. Update my LJ. I am toooooo swamped.
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I got out of the Hospital wing the 26th. Snape wasn't happy about it. He made SURE that I was better. Protective bastard. So now Its precicly 2:33 am on April 27th. My Birthday. I WAS sleeping, until something hit my head. It was soft and fuzzy. This happened around 12:01. Offically my birthday. So I pulled what was soon discovered a stuffed animal off my face. There was a card, not signed. I could barly read it. The writing was all scribbly. Like.. a 8 yr old trying to write cursive. Squinting, I had fainally made out the words 'Sqeeze his left paw.' So thats what I did. Sqeezing the bear's paw made the bear go into a chourus of "Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday to you!" Which he sang twice. So I spent most of the time tring to find out who sent me the card. Around 1:30 am I started getting a migrain. It hurt so bad, I had to go down to the Hospital wing. Thats where I am now. To think, Being in the Hospital Wing on my Birthday! And who else would be there but Severus Snape himself? I asked him what he was doing there. He grunted. Then Madam Pomfrey came in and asked him what he was doing there. To which he replied "Tripped pver McGonagall on my nightly rounds. Just need a bit of a painkiller." To which Madam Pomfrey 'forced' (in my opion) him to lie down. Then she turned to me. "Head ach." I said, clutching my Birthday Bear tightly. When Snape saw the Birthday Bear, he just.. stared. At it. Gulped, then went back to Argueing with Madam Pomfrey while she foreced me to lie down. By the time all this happened my head was POUNDING! Really Really Badly. "Would yall just shut up!" I told Madam Pomfrey and Snape. It worked considerably.
Well, Snape was in the bed next to me. Things wern't going well. The pregnant girl (Who now has given birth) parents were here.
Around Lunch time Tiegha walked in. She carried a small box. This would prove to be intresting. "Happy Birthday best bud." She said, handing me the package. I opened it up to find.. a box of envolopes, some plain paper, and a purple Stamp. One Stamp. Thats it. "Well.. Thanks Tiegha.." I was totally bashed. This was all new. "How... Nice" I streched the word nice so Snape could hear it. He seem rather dis-pleased with Tiegha's gift to me. Oh Well, like I said, my life is FAR from perfect.
Right when we were about to be served lunch, a rather large bird (Not an owl, more like oversized bat) flew through the window and dropped a rather large and rather heavy package on my stomach.
Snape's eye-brow raised at the sight of the gift. I shrugged, and opened it. It was a Guitar. "This is new, A real gift." I said, strumming it. It sounded perfect. My hopes were diminished when I opened the card. I had to read it aloud-
"Dear Christine,
Congraduations on your sister's funeral. I hope that your job as a Chef goes well. Please except this gift as my appriciation for having a baby.
Love Always,
Uncle Yolanda."
The look on Snape's face was priceless. "Who is Christine?" he asked. I rolled my eyes. "Christine is my 30 yr old sister, she manages a gas stasion in Florida, And she cannot have kids. Uncle Yolanda is my homo- sexual Uncle. He once was a she but she got a sex-change to be a he, then he married my aunt and had 4 kids." I explained. I shrugged. I got a Guitar. Why should I be sad that they forgot why they gave it to me? Well, I am a little hurt, but still.
"Its the thought that counts." Snape said, before conguring up a 3 cheese SALAD along with a glass of milk. What is this guy, some sort of health nut? For a chocolate freak, these dishes do me no justice. Not to Self - NEVER let Snape make you lunch unless it includes something other than Vegitables and some sort of drink that doesn't mix.
Snape was able to leave right after lunch. He fainally convinced Madam Pomfrey to let him go.
Right before he left, he looked out the window by my bed and said "Happy Birthday"