Don't Stand So Close To Me
Prologue
"No!" Snape screamed, sitting up in bed suddenly. He breathed heavily, drenched in a cold sweat. The sheets were twisted around him, keeping him from being able to move freely. Maybe that was why he felt so panicked. He took a deep breath and moaned, collapsing back into bed. Being an insomniac has its good points, he reflected. I've become the world expert on sleeping potions.
He forced himself to climb out of bed and check the clock. 4:17. Cursing, he conjured a cup of coffee. He knew from experience that it wasn't worth the work to make a potion for two more hours of sleep. He sat on the velvet window seat and gazed out the window. It was just barely light outside, and he could see it had been raining.
Most people thought he lived in the dungeons. Perhaps he belonged there. But he couldn't live in a place without windows. Not after what had happened to him. Even teaching in the dungeons was hard – not that he would ever admit it to anyone.
Maybe he should just give it up. Stop teaching. Go relax at his family's summer home.
'Recovery', Albus had called it.
'Giving up,' Snape had shot back.
He was too stubborn. That was one fault of his that he readily admitted. But still, years of being taught not to show any weakness weren't soon forgotten. Snape sighed and pressed his forehead against the chilly window, drained. He was so tired...
Two hours later, Snape awoke with a start. He groaned. Sleeping in that position was not particularly comfortable. Bloody hell, now his coffee was cold. Snape sighed again. He seemed to be doing a lot of that lately. Glancing out the window, he did a double-take. Several people were outside in the morning chill, practicing quidditch and apparently having fun, from the antics he saw. For some reason, he felt almost content as he watched them below. It looked like Potter and his friends. Looking closer, he could make out the form of Hermione Granger as she hexed someone. He or she fell to the ground laughing, apparently the victim of a well-performed spell. Snape let a small smile creep onto his lips. She was a brilliant witch. Not that he would ever admit that.
A/N – Well, kiddos, I hope you like this story. It's kind of a songfic. But not really. Well, sort of. I just don't like calling it that because honestly....there's a lot of really bad songfics out there. There's a lot of really bad fanfics, period. So in order to not have this one join the ranks of the Cringe-Inducing, please critique. A lot. Mercilessly. :) I don't know how regularly I'll be able to update, but nag and it'll probably happen. XOXO!