Onya
looked around,
What did he expect me to do? He KISSED me! What
if expected me to kiss him back? Onya's mind began to race as
soon as she heard the door close behind Snape. Madame's Pomfrey's
head appeared through the curtains,
"Here, you have to take
this. "She said passing her a cup of green mixture, Onya smiled and
took it.
" You know he was really worried about you."
Madame Pomfrey said directly to Onya. Onya looked up and tried to
hide a curious smile,
"Oh golly, I can't stand this anymore! He
was in here everyday coming to see you, I admit he timed it perfectly
so that he came when no one would see him, but in all my time of
knowing Severus Snape, he has never been to see anyone in
here." She rushed out.
Onya looked down with a grin, and
then suddenly wondered what she was doing; she gulped the mixture
down, threw the covers back and darted through the curtains. She
looked down to see her baggy pajama top and bottoms and cringed but
didn't stop. Onya pushed open the door to the hospital wing and
squinted as darkness met her eyes. She hadn't realized it was in the
middle of the night from the many illuminating lights in the hospital
wing but now, as she stood in the doorway the darkness consumed her.
Her dark eyes squinted as they soon adjusted to the gloom, Onya's
heart leapt as she managed to make out a tall figure with a sweeping
black cloak stalking down the stairs. Emotion overtook her common
sense as she raced down the stairs to catch him. With each step Onya
gained speed and eventually reached a couple of steps behind Snape on
the vast staircase.
"Severus!" She called amongst the
deadly silence. Snape quickly turned to see Onya coming towards him
in her night clothes. As she reached the last step before him she
exceeded Snape's expectations as she failed to slow down. Her arms
flew around Snape's back in a rush of passion and she pulled him into
a powerful kiss.
Onya closed her eyes and kissed Snape with all
her strength, she felt his initial shock turn into passion as Onya
felt his hands slide onto her back, wrapping around her and puller
her nearer.
As Snape kissed Onya back she felt the longing in his
kiss, everyday they had spent together building up inside of him
until this moment. Every ounce of frustration towards her, every
ounce of worry for her recovery, all inside this one, passionate
kiss. Onya felt herself being pulled closer still to Severus, feeling
his robes against her.
They slowly broke apart as Onya took her
lips a fraction away from Snape's. Her breaths still heavy from
running after him breaking the silence that surrounded them. She held
her face close to Snape's although she could not see him through the
blanket of darkness. Onya would have loved to stay how she was
forever, her body touching Snape's, his arms around her waist and
back, her own around his neck but she knew she could not. Onya could
feel his breath against her cheeks as they held their faces inches
away from each other, although neither being able to see the other
one's in perfect detail. Her face was so close to his she could
almost feel his lips touching hers as they breathed. Onya planted a
single kiss onto his lips and she felt his hands slide from her back
as she removed hers from around his neck.
Her eyes squinted to
read his expression but to no avail, it looked as though he was
looking away from her.
Onya placed a hand up to his face to
try and read his expression, her fingers ran over his face, and
slowly pulled it back so he was facing her. She brought her fingers
over his lips, tracing them delicately then bringing her slender
fingers up to spread out on his cheek. She felt so much for this one
man, she understood him, and felt he understood her. She had felt his
longing in his kiss so why did he turn away, why does he not
respond now she is touching his face?
The questions ran
through her mind and her heart crashed down as she felt him pull away
from her, leaving her hand suspended in mid air. She heard his
footsteps slowly retreat from where she was standing, the sound of
his steps cutting through the air and into Onya. She shook her head
with sorrow and disbelief.
As his footsteps became fainter in the
night Onya was left, standing on the stairs, with only the deadening
sound of silence surrounding her.