Chapter Seven:
"In love?" Lucius asked, trying to keep the jealousy out of his voice.
"That's what I said. I'm in love with the most gorgeous woman on the face of this miserable earth. Morgan Connely."
"I think you hit your head harder than you thought," Lucius said worriedly feeling Snape's forehead. "You seem to be delusional. I thought I heard you say you're in love with Morgan."
"I'm not delusional Lucius. I really think she's the one. Every time I see her it's like the world is a better place. That the different shades of grey in my life become a spectrum of wondrous colours."
"You've known her a total of one day, not even. How can you say you love her?" Lucius sounded slightly panicked.
"I don't know how," Snape sighed. "I just feel it here." He placed a hand across his heart.
Lucius pretended that he was going to be sick, well actually it wasn't really pretend. Snape just thought it was.
"Oh shut it!" Snape snapped coming out of his daze. "Haven't you ever been in love?"
"Umm… yeah."
'With you.' Lucius added in his head.
"So you know what it feels like then? The swelling of you heart when they smile at you? The knife in your chest when you realise that you aren't good enough for them." Snape rubbed a hand through his clean, short hair, sadness creeping onto his face.
Lucius wiped away a single tear that rolled down his face. He knew exactly how Snape felt.
"Yeah, I understand," Lucius whispered. It hurt him to see Snape like this.
"Oh, who am I kidding?" Snape ranted, staring at his reflection in the glass window. "Morgan will never love me. Not after what I did today."
Snape thought back to earlier that afternoon when he had taunted James. The look of shock and sadness on Morgan's face when she saw him.
Lucius watched Snape lovingly as a plan formed in his head.
Quickly he stood up and pecked Snape on the cheek. "I've got to go Sevvy. I need to finish some… homework. Bye."
"Wait stay!" Snape called as Lucius dashed out of the room. "Don't leave me here all alone." His voice fell to a whisper, as the door slammed shut.
'He must have to go shag someone. I doubt he's actually doing his homework,' Snape thought sadly, lying his head back onto the flat hospital pillow.
Morgan stopped in front of a large window. Outside, night was just falling and one star twinkled in the distance.
She shut her golden eyes and began to recite a little poem she had learned as a child.
"Star light, Star bright, first star I see tonight. I wish I may. I wish I might have the wish I wish tonight."
Her eyes flashed open and it seemed as if the star began to shine brighter. "I wish everything would be clearer."
By "everything" she meant Snape. Ever since she met him his sad white face haunted her thoughts.
She didn't know why but she wanted to know him better. At least she had.
But after what she saw this afternoon, the things he said. It was like he was just one of them.
A macho little ass that loves to fight and prove himself more of a man than the other.
She thought Snape was above that. When they talked earlier it seemed as is he really was different.
And he admitted to liking girls as well as boys. But he was in love with someone. Which meant she had a very little chance of something ever happening between them.
"If only…" she sighed watching the crescent moon begin its ascent into the heavens.
"Not to worry dear. Your Fairy God-Mother has arrived," twittered a man's voice. Lucius stepped from the shadows and curtsied.
Morgan froze. "What do you want?" she snapped, remembering how coldly he had treated her in the hospital wing.
"I've come to set things straight, however much it pains me to do so. Feel lucky, I rarely ever do charity work." Lucius' voice became a drawl.
"What do you mean 'set things straight'?" Morgan asked, leaning against the windowsill in an attempt to look less anxious by his presence.
"How to put it?" Lucius muttered, tapping his long nails on the stone wall. "No use beating around the bush I guess. Morgan-Snape-likes-you, " he stated quickly in one breath before he lost his nerve.
Morgan's insides contracted in surprise. Had Lucius just said what she thought he'd said? She couldn't help but straighten up anxiously.
"May you repeat that?" she kindly asked, her golden eyes glimmering with excitement in the pale silver moonlight. "Only slower this time."
Lucius breathed in deeply and spoke. "Snape likes you. He is being obsessive over you. He lov-" Lucius' voice cracked. "He… he…"
"It's okay," Morgan said sympathetically seeing the pain on Lucius' face.
"NO! It's not okay," Lucius spat; his eyes fixed menacingly on Morgan. "Everything's all wrong. Snape isn't supposed to be in love with you. He's supposed to love me. I'm the one who spent hours working on the love potion. I'm the one who has always cared for him. Not you! ME!" Lucius' voice was full of anger and sorrow.
"When James made fun of him in first year it was me who was there to tell him everything would be okay. More than once I got in a fight to protect him. And how does he repay me? He goes and falls in love with some American slut!" Hot tears were washing down his face.
Morgan just stood there bathed in moonlight shocked at this sudden confession. 'I am not a slut,' Morgan thought indignantly, though she wasn't too eager to voice this comment aloud.
So instead she walked over to a ranting Lucius and put her hand kindly on his shoulder. "Please I don't want you to be angry," she whispered.
Lucius grabbed her wrist and twisted it behind her back. Before she could react his hand slipped around her other wrist and his leg wrapped around hers so she couldn't kick.
"You stole my Sevvy," he breathed. His hot anger washed over Morgan's pulsing neck.
Fear flooded through her body. What was he going to do?
"I… I…" Morgan felt her heart thumping madly beneath her sweaty chest.
"You stole my Sevvy." The malice in his voice turned to sorrow and he his grip on Morgan loosened.
She took advantage of this and slammed the heel of her foot onto his toes.
Howling in pain he threw her away from him and fell to the floor in a mess of hurt, sorrow, and tears.
Breathing rapidly Morgan backed up against a wall and prepared for another assault.
"I'm sorry," Lucius' sobbed holding up his hand in peace. "Just leave me here. I'm too broken; nobody can ever fix me. But there's still time to fix Sevvy. But it won't be me who does the fixing. GO!" He commanded pointing in the direction of the hospital wing.
"Fix him before it's too late," Lucius whispered beneath his breath, cradling his broken self.
Morgan stood there for a second contemplating whether or not she should actually go see Snape. Would she be able to after what he'd said and done?
'Fix him,' Lucius' voice muttered in her head.
Nodding, Morgan left Lucius in a crumpled mess on the tiles and ran for the hospital.
"Snape loves me," she said excitedly to a painting.
"Oh that's nice deary. I once had a chap fancy me. But that was a long time ago. Oh yes quite a long time ago. His name was Thomas…"
Morgan was already gone.
Snape lie in his hospital bed wondering whether or not Morgan could ever love him.
"She most likely still thinks I'm a wanker," he muttered tearing at a loose thread on his blanket.
The hospital doors swung open taking Snape completely off guard.
There stood Morgan, her mane of golden hair was in total disarray and her warm eyes were full of fear and excitement.
"Morgan," Snape breathed out as if her sudden presence had stricken him with the inability to breathe.
"Is it true?" she asked her voice full of hope, stepping up to the side of the bed.
"Is what true?" Snape inquired, though he already knew the answer.
"Do you lov…" Morgan froze. "Do you like me?" She finished, looking uncomfortable.
"Yes," he worded breathlessly. Reaching up he lovingly grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her head down to meet his. Their lips touched affectionately and a spark of energy jumped between them.
It was the most exhilarating experience of Snape's entire life.
They drew back to take in a breath then Morgan climbed onto the bed and began to kiss Snape heavily on the lips.
He smelled of soap and his cropped hair felt soft beneath her delicate fingers.
"I love you," he whispered as she placed a velvety kiss on his neck.
Neither of them was usually this impulsive. And it shocked both Snape and Morgan but they couldn't pull apart.
"You will go in there and apologise to Severus for what you have done. And I want it to be sincere or I'll see that you spend another week of detentions with Filch. Understood?" Professor McGonagall instructed sternly stopping outside the Hospital doors.
"Yes, Professor," James muttered in a sulky voice.
"Good. Now in." She pointed at the wooden doors.
Reluctantly James pushed them open and what he saw inside made him freeze.
His cousin was lying on top of Snivellus and kissing him.
"What the bloody hell is going on?" he yelled, anger rising up in him.
A/n: Dances around happily singing a song to commemorate the new chapter. I hope that was enough action for you Sasha. If not I guess you'll have to wait.