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Chapter 5 Rivers Of Emotion
Snape looked across the still waters of the lake, and started. There was Minerva, and unless he was very much mistaken, she was crying. He felt awkward; emotion was not his strong point, and how to comfort someone he was not particularly fond of? He felt that maybe he should leave, he was never comfortable showing much emotion around other people, but looking at her crying, he realised that she was quite good at it. Her face wasn't red or puffy, instead, her tears were gracefully gliding down her face; leaving tiny, shimmering paths behind them, making her look somewhat younger. He felt his heart soften, and then, almost reading his mind, she looked up, straight into his face. Snape could almost feel her eyes ripping through his soul, looking for something she could connect with. And then she found it. His small amount of compassion had been accessed, and it took Minerva McGonagall to find it. He was unsure of what to do, but found that he didn't have to do anything. Minerva took out her wand, and pointed it at her feet, and he watched her float steadily over the lake, towards him.
Without thinking, she had just looked up at him, and now she found herself next to Snape, and she finally let herself relax; let her emotions begin to swell inside her, forming the ripples that would soon become a tidal wave of emotion that they would deal with together. She had searched his soul, and had found what she was looking for. They both knew what they were there for; all rivalry had long since evaporated, and all that was left was raw emotion. Silently they walked towards a tree, just large enough for them to sit under. As they did so, Minerva noticed Snape looking at her, in a way he never had before. As though he admired her bravery and skill in a field in which he had none; though the field she was unsure of. After a few moments, she began. She told him about how lonely she was, how she wasn't who she appeared to be, how sick of the stereotypes she was. "Every day I wake up dreading having to get out of bed, because it means I become this other woman; a woman who is untouchable. I used to need no one, and I created this mould for myself, a shell only I could live in, and I liked it. But now... I need more than I am allowing myself, and the longer i stay in my old shell, the harder it is to dig myself out of it. I need fresh air, but that means I have to change, and I'm so afraid"
He told her about how hurt he was, hearing the things the students said, how the rumours that went around were all false, and that he, too was sick of the stereotypes. Minerva never stopped crying, though the air around them grew cold, and the light grew dim. She listened, silently agreeing and opening up to this soulful stranger inside a case of seemingly impenetratable concrete.
Talking to her made him feel so good, relieved and relaxed, like he had never been before. Listening to her made him realise that he was not the only one who felt this way, that he was not alone in the way others viewed him. Being with her made him feel secure, like no one was judging or evaluating him; he could simply be who he was inside and not have to think about it. Inside of him, he felt something flourish, like a flower that had been encased in darkness for a lifetime suddenly receiving light, and he knew then, in that moment, what happiness truly was. He saw the tears flowing down her face, continually, like rivers, carrying her worries and regrets away, and replenishing her soul. As he watched them he too felt everything slip away until he felt that he was free. Free from his old self, free from inhibitions, regrets and doubts. And then Snape saw her face close to his, her green grey eyes looking into his, and then her soft lips brushing against his. He pulled her close, and instantly they were connected, kissing softly yet passionately. Together they danced into oblivion, their kiss becoming a binding thread that wove them together and mended all wounds.
Snape is totally OOC, but he is much easier to deal with this way. Besides, it's pointless fluff. Thankyou so much to all my reviewers, and keep the suggestions/reviews coming. I will try to change what needs to be done!!!!!!!!!
Chapter 5 Rivers Of Emotion
Snape looked across the still waters of the lake, and started. There was Minerva, and unless he was very much mistaken, she was crying. He felt awkward; emotion was not his strong point, and how to comfort someone he was not particularly fond of? He felt that maybe he should leave, he was never comfortable showing much emotion around other people, but looking at her crying, he realised that she was quite good at it. Her face wasn't red or puffy, instead, her tears were gracefully gliding down her face; leaving tiny, shimmering paths behind them, making her look somewhat younger. He felt his heart soften, and then, almost reading his mind, she looked up, straight into his face. Snape could almost feel her eyes ripping through his soul, looking for something she could connect with. And then she found it. His small amount of compassion had been accessed, and it took Minerva McGonagall to find it. He was unsure of what to do, but found that he didn't have to do anything. Minerva took out her wand, and pointed it at her feet, and he watched her float steadily over the lake, towards him.
Without thinking, she had just looked up at him, and now she found herself next to Snape, and she finally let herself relax; let her emotions begin to swell inside her, forming the ripples that would soon become a tidal wave of emotion that they would deal with together. She had searched his soul, and had found what she was looking for. They both knew what they were there for; all rivalry had long since evaporated, and all that was left was raw emotion. Silently they walked towards a tree, just large enough for them to sit under. As they did so, Minerva noticed Snape looking at her, in a way he never had before. As though he admired her bravery and skill in a field in which he had none; though the field she was unsure of. After a few moments, she began. She told him about how lonely she was, how she wasn't who she appeared to be, how sick of the stereotypes she was. "Every day I wake up dreading having to get out of bed, because it means I become this other woman; a woman who is untouchable. I used to need no one, and I created this mould for myself, a shell only I could live in, and I liked it. But now... I need more than I am allowing myself, and the longer i stay in my old shell, the harder it is to dig myself out of it. I need fresh air, but that means I have to change, and I'm so afraid"
He told her about how hurt he was, hearing the things the students said, how the rumours that went around were all false, and that he, too was sick of the stereotypes. Minerva never stopped crying, though the air around them grew cold, and the light grew dim. She listened, silently agreeing and opening up to this soulful stranger inside a case of seemingly impenetratable concrete.
Talking to her made him feel so good, relieved and relaxed, like he had never been before. Listening to her made him realise that he was not the only one who felt this way, that he was not alone in the way others viewed him. Being with her made him feel secure, like no one was judging or evaluating him; he could simply be who he was inside and not have to think about it. Inside of him, he felt something flourish, like a flower that had been encased in darkness for a lifetime suddenly receiving light, and he knew then, in that moment, what happiness truly was. He saw the tears flowing down her face, continually, like rivers, carrying her worries and regrets away, and replenishing her soul. As he watched them he too felt everything slip away until he felt that he was free. Free from his old self, free from inhibitions, regrets and doubts. And then Snape saw her face close to his, her green grey eyes looking into his, and then her soft lips brushing against his. He pulled her close, and instantly they were connected, kissing softly yet passionately. Together they danced into oblivion, their kiss becoming a binding thread that wove them together and mended all wounds.
Snape is totally OOC, but he is much easier to deal with this way. Besides, it's pointless fluff. Thankyou so much to all my reviewers, and keep the suggestions/reviews coming. I will try to change what needs to be done!!!!!!!!!