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A/N: Don't ask about the point of this. There is no point. Just enjoy the randomness and review.
Summary: Two shadowy figures share midnight confessions…
Author: Lenora
Rating: PG-13
2nd A/N: Italics are for emphasis and a dream.
Midnight Confessions
"My first crush on a man was…Professor Lockhart," a voice said in the stillness of the room.
"That man is a complete idiot, good in bed though," a second voice announced.
"You and…him?" the first voice asked in disbelief.
"Well he was intent on seducing me. So if he was that desperate, then I decided to let him seduce away," the second's silky voice answered.
"He was an idiot, but he was bloody good looking. And the prat knew it too," the first voice said.
"So who was the second man you had a crush on?" the silky voice asked.
"It was actually Professor Lupin. He was so kind to me during third year when I had to learn how to repel the Dementors. I actually had a couple dreams featuring him that year. I was only thirteen so the basic premise of the dreams was him kissing me. But they stayed with me for the next year or so. Up until about halfway through fifth year. Then…someone else began to fill my dreams," the soft baritone said.
"Oh? Do tell," the second voice coaxed.
"No. I think that will have to wait until another time," the baritone voice said. He looked at the clock on the wall. "I have to get going. I have papers to grade before retiring. Good night, Severus," the man said, getting up. He walked to the door and he looked back at the man still sitting in a chair before the fire. His emerald eyes flashed with an unknown emotion before he left, the light of the fire reflecting off his glasses as he turned.
"Brat," Severus Snape, potions master extraordinaire, muttered as he continued to sip his brandy. "Hmm…got his first two crushes out of him. It'll have to wait until next week before finding out who the mysterious man is. Damn brat, he knows it will be all I can think about all week."
Severus muttered under his breath the entire evening, right up until he got into his bed that night.
Two tanned hands ran through silky black tresses, they caressed pale skin and traced thin lips. A pair of lush red lips brushed against an angular collarbone and caressed the line of a pale throat.
"Who was the man?" a normally silky voice asked, passion turning the voice husky.
A soft laugh caressed porcelain ears. "It was you, you silly man. Who else," teeth nipped at the jawbone, "could make me want," a kiss was placed to the hollow of the throat, "during lessons," the earlobe was pulled into a warm mouth, "just by speaking?" The talented mouth pulled back and green eyes stared into onyx eyes. "It's been you for so long that I never want anyone else…"
Severus shot up in bed, groaning when he realized that it had only been a dream. "Merlin's beard," he mumbled. "Bloody Harry Potter."
3rd A/N: hehehehe I'm evil…aren't I?