Disclaimer: See chapter one.
Minako
I smiled for the first time in a long time, as I served him and myself. Was I enjoying this too much? Probably, as the circumstances screamed that we remained apart.
We ate in silence, and I could not bring myself to lift my gaze to his face again. It was too hard, especially since I knew that he could not possibly feel what I was feeling. Brilliant one Minako, I thought, as I cleaned up afterwards, fall for a werewolf.
My conscience was being idiotic as usual. Now along with my constant inner battle, that war I waged with myself for domination of evil or good thoughts, I had to deal with my renewed unrequited love. I will not have my life turn into a muggle soap opera, or one of those muggle plays, written by the fool Shakespeare. I scolded myself internally. We are forever at odds, him and I. It can NEVER be.
But even as I told myself this, my thoughts and my gaze lingered on him longingly. I vaguely thought of whether he noticed this pining. But perhaps he did not.
He told me he needed to head back. I knew where he was talking about. Number twelve Grimmauld Place. He needed to go back for a bit before doing his daily things. But all the same, it had been a lovely visit.
Our eyes met, and I could not tear myself away. I had been holding onto some clean things for him, things that I had gathered to give to him. He needed them after all. I tried to break away, and step forward, but I dropped the clothes, and instead stumbled forward. Right into his arms. My voice caught in my throat as I tried to apologize.
He did not react the way I expected him to. It seemed that he was full of surprises. Our faces nearly touched, and still we watched each other, neither of us letting go. It was then that I felt my eyes beginning to slowly close. My instinct was taking over, and I was leaning closer towards him.
The odd thing was about this little mishap, was so was he. I felt his breath on me. In my opinion there was nothing sweeter. Our lips were so close to touching, and I suppose I had lost all control.
However at that tiny interval, our moment was interrupted.
Severus
I hardly expected what I saw. The door was wide open; I could not stop what I was seeing. How was it possible? A Slytherin and a Gryffindor, in each other's arms, nearly making love from what I could discern. I blinked, and gave a slight fake cough.
They stopped abruptly. Remus turned towards me. "Ah yes. Time to go." I nodded curtly. "Came to see to it you got home properly. Hope you don't mind." My voice was sharp as always. I watched as he picked up his things. He nodded to her and made his way past me.
She sighed, turning towards me, and I raised an eyebrow in question. "That was not something I expected of you." I said drolly. "There are many things you will never discern about me, Severus Snape. Many things."
Minako
I smiled for the first time in a long time, as I served him and myself. Was I enjoying this too much? Probably, as the circumstances screamed that we remained apart.
We ate in silence, and I could not bring myself to lift my gaze to his face again. It was too hard, especially since I knew that he could not possibly feel what I was feeling. Brilliant one Minako, I thought, as I cleaned up afterwards, fall for a werewolf.
My conscience was being idiotic as usual. Now along with my constant inner battle, that war I waged with myself for domination of evil or good thoughts, I had to deal with my renewed unrequited love. I will not have my life turn into a muggle soap opera, or one of those muggle plays, written by the fool Shakespeare. I scolded myself internally. We are forever at odds, him and I. It can NEVER be.
But even as I told myself this, my thoughts and my gaze lingered on him longingly. I vaguely thought of whether he noticed this pining. But perhaps he did not.
He told me he needed to head back. I knew where he was talking about. Number twelve Grimmauld Place. He needed to go back for a bit before doing his daily things. But all the same, it had been a lovely visit.
Our eyes met, and I could not tear myself away. I had been holding onto some clean things for him, things that I had gathered to give to him. He needed them after all. I tried to break away, and step forward, but I dropped the clothes, and instead stumbled forward. Right into his arms. My voice caught in my throat as I tried to apologize.
He did not react the way I expected him to. It seemed that he was full of surprises. Our faces nearly touched, and still we watched each other, neither of us letting go. It was then that I felt my eyes beginning to slowly close. My instinct was taking over, and I was leaning closer towards him.
The odd thing was about this little mishap, was so was he. I felt his breath on me. In my opinion there was nothing sweeter. Our lips were so close to touching, and I suppose I had lost all control.
However at that tiny interval, our moment was interrupted.
Severus
I hardly expected what I saw. The door was wide open; I could not stop what I was seeing. How was it possible? A Slytherin and a Gryffindor, in each other's arms, nearly making love from what I could discern. I blinked, and gave a slight fake cough.
They stopped abruptly. Remus turned towards me. "Ah yes. Time to go." I nodded curtly. "Came to see to it you got home properly. Hope you don't mind." My voice was sharp as always. I watched as he picked up his things. He nodded to her and made his way past me.
She sighed, turning towards me, and I raised an eyebrow in question. "That was not something I expected of you." I said drolly. "There are many things you will never discern about me, Severus Snape. Many things."