I'm sorry I haven't written! Forgive! grovels at readers feet
In the morning, Professor Snape walked into Amy's room and found her on the floor with dried blood all over her arms. He paled, and quickly knelt next to her.
"Amy. Amy, get up."
She opened her eyes and looked blearily at her teacher, who wore a look of concern and horror.
"What time's it?" Amy managed to mumble to him. She had lost a quite a bit of blood, and felt like she had a hangover.
Professor Snape didn't answer her, but grabbed her arm and examined it closely. He frowned and sighed.
"So you cut."
Amy looked away. She couldn't meet his eyes. She felt as if he was shaming her, and didn't like the feeling one bit. She bit her lip and looked down.
"Yes I do. And I hate myself for it. I don't hate myself for just that either." A tear fell onto her lap, and she sniffed.
"I feel so unholy."
Amy broke down then and wept. Professor Snape looked taken aback, but took her into his arms.
"Shhh, it'll be ok. You'll see. Don't cry."
"I just feel like I can't stop."
"I know. But you will."
She cried harder, and Professor Snape rocker her gently, as if trying to revive her. He gave whispered reassurances, and rubbed her back slowly. Amy began to quiet down. Her eyeliner was smeared, her hair mussed. But Professor Snape never thought her so beautiful.
He was beginning to fall in love with her.
Amy leaned against him, weary from her breakdown. He put his arms around her again, and smoothed her hair. She gave a sort of choked laugh.
"I'm so sorry, Professor."
He held her closer, and put his head near hers.
"There's nothing to apologize for. I'm here for you now. You are not alone." He gave her a quick kiss on the head.
"I don't think you're quite in the shape for lessons today. What's say you rest a day. With my supervision of course."
"So you don't trust me to be alone." Amy looked at him affronted.
"I simply do not wish to loose you. I realize how much you mean to me."
Awwww! So sweet! Next chapter...I need ideas. PLEASE review!