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Morally Substantial Chapter 4
Severus mentally wept. WHAT on Earth had made him say that? What? Why oh why? His mouth ran away with his brain in tow. His mental self sighed and shook its head. Hoping to high heaven that the boy had the common sense not to comment, then silently cursing himself, knowing that in all likelihood, he didn't.
Harry's brain had stopped dead. Did Snape say what he just thought he'd said? Did HARRY just say what he thought he'd said? Hang on, he was Harry... Where had his last brain cell disappeared to? The little voice in the back of his head did a little jig.
Oh! Potter you're barmy, Quite mad I am sure, How can no one have noticed, You are loony before? Your brain is befuddled, Your senses bemused, Your brain cells bewildered, Your wits are confused, For now you are liking, The one you did hate, Oh my what a laughable, Terrible fate!
Harry mentally slapped himself. Yes. I am completely quackers. Before you know it, I'll start offering everyone lemon sherbets...
Snape excused himself, and strode towards the refreshments table. Harry studied the departing man, and allowed himself to scrutinize the somewhat cynical features. He wasn't entirely sure when he had fallen for this solitary man. But what he was sure of was that, by some means or another, he'd definitely like to rid him of his solitude. Preferably by smacking him silly. Then, if he wasn't dead, kissing him. It felt too long, the time he had waited, the time in which he'd stare out of windows, sometimes stop what he was doing and find himself with a soppy grin on his face. Admittedly, he'd grieved along time too. He'd occasionally seethed with anger. He'd occasionally shuddered with sobs. Occasionally, he'd even found himself daydreaming. Of course, the likelihood of Harry getting what he wanted, more than most things, was the thing he just couldn't have.
POV change – Hermione.
Out of the corner of her eye, Hermione silently watched her friend. She could tell he was watching someone, but whom? Casting her eye around the room, she tried to see who it was that had caught his attention. Her gaze landed upon a man. Dark hair, dark eyes, and currently standing at the drinks table. Could it be? No. Harry wouldn't. He would have told Hermione. Or would he? Did he think that she would have freaked out at the thought of Harry liking him? She admitted that, it was quite odd that Harry would have feelings towards this particular man, after all, he was much older than him, and lets face it, it was kind of hard to picture them together. Or did Harry think she'd berate him for having emotions like those so soon after Sirius's death? Either way, she just couldn't believe that Harry fancied, of all people, REMUS! (Hah! Weren't expecting that, were you! BWAHAHA!)
REVIEW! MWAHAHA! Yes, I am that evil, and, yes, I am making you wait. Lol. Until next time peeps, take care!
Morally Substantial Chapter 4
Severus mentally wept. WHAT on Earth had made him say that? What? Why oh why? His mouth ran away with his brain in tow. His mental self sighed and shook its head. Hoping to high heaven that the boy had the common sense not to comment, then silently cursing himself, knowing that in all likelihood, he didn't.
Harry's brain had stopped dead. Did Snape say what he just thought he'd said? Did HARRY just say what he thought he'd said? Hang on, he was Harry... Where had his last brain cell disappeared to? The little voice in the back of his head did a little jig.
Oh! Potter you're barmy, Quite mad I am sure, How can no one have noticed, You are loony before? Your brain is befuddled, Your senses bemused, Your brain cells bewildered, Your wits are confused, For now you are liking, The one you did hate, Oh my what a laughable, Terrible fate!
Harry mentally slapped himself. Yes. I am completely quackers. Before you know it, I'll start offering everyone lemon sherbets...
Snape excused himself, and strode towards the refreshments table. Harry studied the departing man, and allowed himself to scrutinize the somewhat cynical features. He wasn't entirely sure when he had fallen for this solitary man. But what he was sure of was that, by some means or another, he'd definitely like to rid him of his solitude. Preferably by smacking him silly. Then, if he wasn't dead, kissing him. It felt too long, the time he had waited, the time in which he'd stare out of windows, sometimes stop what he was doing and find himself with a soppy grin on his face. Admittedly, he'd grieved along time too. He'd occasionally seethed with anger. He'd occasionally shuddered with sobs. Occasionally, he'd even found himself daydreaming. Of course, the likelihood of Harry getting what he wanted, more than most things, was the thing he just couldn't have.
POV change – Hermione.
Out of the corner of her eye, Hermione silently watched her friend. She could tell he was watching someone, but whom? Casting her eye around the room, she tried to see who it was that had caught his attention. Her gaze landed upon a man. Dark hair, dark eyes, and currently standing at the drinks table. Could it be? No. Harry wouldn't. He would have told Hermione. Or would he? Did he think that she would have freaked out at the thought of Harry liking him? She admitted that, it was quite odd that Harry would have feelings towards this particular man, after all, he was much older than him, and lets face it, it was kind of hard to picture them together. Or did Harry think she'd berate him for having emotions like those so soon after Sirius's death? Either way, she just couldn't believe that Harry fancied, of all people, REMUS! (Hah! Weren't expecting that, were you! BWAHAHA!)
REVIEW! MWAHAHA! Yes, I am that evil, and, yes, I am making you wait. Lol. Until next time peeps, take care!