Time for love
Darling stop confusing me
With your wishful thinking
Hopeful embraces
Don't you understand?
Severus Snape sat in his 7th year potions class, the annoying know-it-all in front of him with the vial filled with the polyjuice potion. He knew, she made it proper. She always made the potions proper. It was her last examination.
His eyes were hard as onyx. He knew. He knew since damn Quidditch game at the start of the term. He felt he gaze on him. It was a warm feeling, when she looked at him. He warm eyes filled with desire and a bit of pain.
Now she stood in front of him, also looking at him with a question in her eyes, that he couldn't answer. Her hand reached out to give him the vial, their hand met. It was like a thunder through his veins. His blood rushed and he felt his body respond to her - very light - touch. She was so confusing.
A little piece of parchment followed and there she went out of the room. The sheet was folded and he felt a bit frightened, to open it. He pulled oneself together and unfolded the note. There were only a few lines in her clear handwriting.
I know, that you know it, Professor Snape. I'm in love with you. Damn Gryffindor courage - I need to say it, before I need to leave Hogwarts.
I have to go to through this
I belong to here where
No one cares and no one loves
No light no air live in
A place called hate
The city of fear
He sat in his office, like every evening. The bottle was empty, like every evening. This time it was because he was full of fear about his own feelings. There was that bloody Gryffindor girl - no - woman, that kept staring after him, and there was his other self, the part of him that felt a burning desire for love, for the warmth of emotion. He sighed deep. The dark lord was gone forever, but his followers weren't all caught. The few that were on the run, were also ready for revenge on Snape and the golden Trio. One of them - Lucius Malfoy - got caught in Hogwarts. He tried to kill Neville...
He couldn't bear to imagine Hermine Granger in these situation. He got off his his chair and started pacing. He would like to break out. Leave the damn castle and his responsibilities behind! ... and take Hermione with him, some that cares about him, someone who loves....
I play dead
It stops the hurting
I play dead
And the hurt stops
It's sometimes just like sleeping
Curling up inside my private tortures
I nestle into pain
Hug suffering
Caress every ache
She sat in the bright sunlight. The last few hours at Hogwarts, everyone was having fun, got drunk or totally insane...
She wished, he had only one time responded to her. She knew that he felt her love for him, but he never said a word. His look was always full of emotion, when he thought she didn't noticed. She whimpered and a single tear fell in the grass. Sobs shook her body and she embraced her knees and laid her head on them.
"Don't," said a very low and silky voice. His hands came around her and hold her tight to him.
"Please don't cry because of me."
He hold her and kissed her hair, her neck and then her face.
"Please my love, I can't. Not today, nor tomorrow or in a half year. It isn't the time, sweet darling. I love you, really Hermione, but it isn't the time for us..."
He kissed he passionately and left.
Hermione sat in the train home to London. She knew there would be a time for love and happiness...
I play dead
It stops hurting
A/N:
Please don't bit my head off ;-): My English isn't that well and I haven't a beta, also it's my first story in English, so it can't be that perfect :(. But anyway I would love to get some reviews :)!
Lyrics by Björk & David Arnold
Darling stop confusing me
With your wishful thinking
Hopeful embraces
Don't you understand?
Severus Snape sat in his 7th year potions class, the annoying know-it-all in front of him with the vial filled with the polyjuice potion. He knew, she made it proper. She always made the potions proper. It was her last examination.
His eyes were hard as onyx. He knew. He knew since damn Quidditch game at the start of the term. He felt he gaze on him. It was a warm feeling, when she looked at him. He warm eyes filled with desire and a bit of pain.
Now she stood in front of him, also looking at him with a question in her eyes, that he couldn't answer. Her hand reached out to give him the vial, their hand met. It was like a thunder through his veins. His blood rushed and he felt his body respond to her - very light - touch. She was so confusing.
A little piece of parchment followed and there she went out of the room. The sheet was folded and he felt a bit frightened, to open it. He pulled oneself together and unfolded the note. There were only a few lines in her clear handwriting.
I know, that you know it, Professor Snape. I'm in love with you. Damn Gryffindor courage - I need to say it, before I need to leave Hogwarts.
I have to go to through this
I belong to here where
No one cares and no one loves
No light no air live in
A place called hate
The city of fear
He sat in his office, like every evening. The bottle was empty, like every evening. This time it was because he was full of fear about his own feelings. There was that bloody Gryffindor girl - no - woman, that kept staring after him, and there was his other self, the part of him that felt a burning desire for love, for the warmth of emotion. He sighed deep. The dark lord was gone forever, but his followers weren't all caught. The few that were on the run, were also ready for revenge on Snape and the golden Trio. One of them - Lucius Malfoy - got caught in Hogwarts. He tried to kill Neville...
He couldn't bear to imagine Hermine Granger in these situation. He got off his his chair and started pacing. He would like to break out. Leave the damn castle and his responsibilities behind! ... and take Hermione with him, some that cares about him, someone who loves....
I play dead
It stops the hurting
I play dead
And the hurt stops
It's sometimes just like sleeping
Curling up inside my private tortures
I nestle into pain
Hug suffering
Caress every ache
She sat in the bright sunlight. The last few hours at Hogwarts, everyone was having fun, got drunk or totally insane...
She wished, he had only one time responded to her. She knew that he felt her love for him, but he never said a word. His look was always full of emotion, when he thought she didn't noticed. She whimpered and a single tear fell in the grass. Sobs shook her body and she embraced her knees and laid her head on them.
"Don't," said a very low and silky voice. His hands came around her and hold her tight to him.
"Please don't cry because of me."
He hold her and kissed her hair, her neck and then her face.
"Please my love, I can't. Not today, nor tomorrow or in a half year. It isn't the time, sweet darling. I love you, really Hermione, but it isn't the time for us..."
He kissed he passionately and left.
Hermione sat in the train home to London. She knew there would be a time for love and happiness...
I play dead
It stops hurting
A/N:
Please don't bit my head off ;-): My English isn't that well and I haven't a beta, also it's my first story in English, so it can't be that perfect :(. But anyway I would love to get some reviews :)!
Lyrics by Björk & David Arnold