Bloody awful, that sums it up! Frigging pigging hell! If your wondering
what the hell I'm ranting on about its about the fact that I've got a cold!
Fair enough it's not the end of the world but bear in mind it has been less
than two weeks since I've had my last one. Why? Oh why! Do illnesses like
to piss on my bonfire!
Any way...I'm sorry I've not updated in a while, I just lacked drive and a
plot...
Chapter 8
That was not how he planed it. He didn't have a plan in the first place, but if he did take the time to plan, it wouldn't have gone just how it did. Also he would have to admit to himself that he has 'feelings' for the girl too. Well he knew he had feelings for her, he dreams about her every night, marks her work last so it gives him something to look forward too, stalks the halls in chance of seeing her and so on and so forth.
Snape pushed him self off the back of the classroom door he had been banging his head off ever since he slammed it in rage, rage was from her leaving and from him shouting after her. He should have been happy to hear that the bint of a woman was lusting after him. It was a dream come true, it still is! But he wasn't and he didn't have the faintest clue why. Well he had a theory, many to be exacted and all of them he didn't want to think about.
But he still did, the favourite one his mind keeps bring up was that now he knows she loves him and he could approach her about his love for her and not total fear her answer but he wouldn't, because that means showing his feelings, to start to live in a world of 'now what?' instead of 'if only'. He wouldn't because he was scared.
"The feared Potions Master of Hogwarts scared to love!" He muttered while stalking towards his office. He didn't know which one would cause him the most pain, being alone for his life cursing himself for not letting him self love her or being with her and being happy for a while until she gets bored or some other pain causing object would get in his way.
Could he open himself up to her? Tell her about his death eater days and the ones he will have in the future? What if she asked questions? Would he have the willpower to answer them? Merlin he hated thinking, it caused headaches. Bah*, if he didn't stop now he never will.
Cursing himself for drinking and lack of functioning brain cells he retreated from his office to his personal chambers. He couldn't handle thinking about her now. That kiss he stole was enough to make his dream extra frustrating, let alone thoughts about her too.
"Not like this." That was what she said. If she didn't want it that way, how did she want it?
Oh he knew how he wanted it. He has spent enough time fantasising about that bint of a Gryffindor to know exactly what he wanted. He just didn't plan on acting on them. He could think of many ways he could put that mouth of hers to good use.
What the hell was he thinking? Kissing a student? His going to get sacked, she going to run crying into the arms of that redhead, who will then go of storming to Dumbledore. Who will come and fire his not-so-sorry-arse for molesting a student. Merlin arse he hated the whole cause and effect wheel.
Damn, he was still thinking. Snape stalked around his rooms before he gave up the hope of doing any thing productive and went to bed. Where naught thoughts about whipped cream and a certain know it all.
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Sorry the chapter is so sort, I will try and make them longer I promise. I just felt I needed to clear up the whole Snape going weird thing. *Bah- my mate James says this all the time so I thank him for inspiration to include it in the chapter.
Chapter 8
That was not how he planed it. He didn't have a plan in the first place, but if he did take the time to plan, it wouldn't have gone just how it did. Also he would have to admit to himself that he has 'feelings' for the girl too. Well he knew he had feelings for her, he dreams about her every night, marks her work last so it gives him something to look forward too, stalks the halls in chance of seeing her and so on and so forth.
Snape pushed him self off the back of the classroom door he had been banging his head off ever since he slammed it in rage, rage was from her leaving and from him shouting after her. He should have been happy to hear that the bint of a woman was lusting after him. It was a dream come true, it still is! But he wasn't and he didn't have the faintest clue why. Well he had a theory, many to be exacted and all of them he didn't want to think about.
But he still did, the favourite one his mind keeps bring up was that now he knows she loves him and he could approach her about his love for her and not total fear her answer but he wouldn't, because that means showing his feelings, to start to live in a world of 'now what?' instead of 'if only'. He wouldn't because he was scared.
"The feared Potions Master of Hogwarts scared to love!" He muttered while stalking towards his office. He didn't know which one would cause him the most pain, being alone for his life cursing himself for not letting him self love her or being with her and being happy for a while until she gets bored or some other pain causing object would get in his way.
Could he open himself up to her? Tell her about his death eater days and the ones he will have in the future? What if she asked questions? Would he have the willpower to answer them? Merlin he hated thinking, it caused headaches. Bah*, if he didn't stop now he never will.
Cursing himself for drinking and lack of functioning brain cells he retreated from his office to his personal chambers. He couldn't handle thinking about her now. That kiss he stole was enough to make his dream extra frustrating, let alone thoughts about her too.
"Not like this." That was what she said. If she didn't want it that way, how did she want it?
Oh he knew how he wanted it. He has spent enough time fantasising about that bint of a Gryffindor to know exactly what he wanted. He just didn't plan on acting on them. He could think of many ways he could put that mouth of hers to good use.
What the hell was he thinking? Kissing a student? His going to get sacked, she going to run crying into the arms of that redhead, who will then go of storming to Dumbledore. Who will come and fire his not-so-sorry-arse for molesting a student. Merlin arse he hated the whole cause and effect wheel.
Damn, he was still thinking. Snape stalked around his rooms before he gave up the hope of doing any thing productive and went to bed. Where naught thoughts about whipped cream and a certain know it all.
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Sorry the chapter is so sort, I will try and make them longer I promise. I just felt I needed to clear up the whole Snape going weird thing. *Bah- my mate James says this all the time so I thank him for inspiration to include it in the chapter.