A/n: No one is probably reading this story anymore, it's been awhile since I updated. But if you are I hope you enjoy.

Chapter Eight:

Morgan was quite surprised at how well Snape kissed. Their lips seemed to have been made for each other; they meshed together perfectly. She began to pry his lips apart with her tongue.

Snape tensed for a brief second before giving in. He was in heaven, no not heaven. He was somewhere better than heaven.

A place that someone actually loved him, where they wanted him. Not Sirius, Not James, Not Lucius. Him. And he never wanted to leave.

For a second both of their eyes fluttered open, Morgan's gold eyes melting away Snape's icy obsidian.

"I love you," Snape whispered.

"I love you, too," Morgan purred back.

"What the bloody hell is going on!" someone shouted.

Snape jumped, sitting up so quickly that Morgan fell onto the floor. She scrambled up and tried to make herself presentable, act like nothing had just happened.

James stood in the doorway breathing angrily. Professor McGonnagall stood behind him looking rather shocked.

Snape would have grinned to himself if he didn't know how dangerous James could get when he was angry. He supposed it was bound to happen that James would walk in. That was always the drill.

Now it would go either way. James could beat him to a bloody pulp or storm out and never speak to Morgan again. Snape was partial to the latter event.

"Morgan come over here now," James seethed, almost to the point of hyperventilating. He crunched his knuckles threateningly.

Professor McGonnagall shouted at James to cut out this silly nonsense. "We'll come back later when Snape doesn't have company." She grabbed James shoulder and tried to drag him away. The Neanderthal glared at Snape and Morgan, making his intentions perfectly clear. Hogwarts would not be a safe place for Severus to be.

Morgan just stood there, staring back, her golden eyes flashing angrily.

"Aunt Ingrid will hear of this," James growled, following the professor out. The door slammed shut.

Morgan turned back to Snape grinning sadly at him. "I suppose you're used to that."

Snape shrugged slightly, trying to smile like it was nothing but the movement hurt his bruised cheek. "It's mutual, I assure you. I am no helpless victim so don't get that idea in your head."

"He used to be so nice. When we were younger he would push me on the swing hanging from the oak tree in my back yard. He treated me like his own sister." She turned and looked at the shut door, sadness filling her face. "I never knew he was such an ass."

Snape was all ready to agree with every word she said but the grief on her face wouldn't let him. Breathing in deeply he prepared himself to say something he would have never guessed would come from his mouth. "Don't think that about your cousin." Morgan looked at him questioningly. "He is really a good person. Personally I think he's a jerk, but neither of us has ever gotten along with the other. My friends would say I'm nice and a stranger would see me with James and think I'm a little shit-head, it's all about perspective."

Morgan smiled sweetly and sauntered across the room, sitting by Snape's side. Her smooth hand slipped through his. "You are really a most extraordinary person, Severus Snape." She leaned over and placed a soft, loving kiss on his lips.

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Lucius sat by the lake letting the cold moonlight wash over his pale body. His cheeks were red and tear-stained, his lips pulled thin and quivering in anger.

"He was my Sevvy," he whispered, looking at his reflection in the lake. All he saw was a broken wreck with empty eyes staring back at him. "We were supposed to be together always."

The cold wind blew through his long, white hair pushing it across his face. He pulled it away but the breeze blew it back. Angrily he grabbed his wand from his pocket and held it up to his hair. Grabbing a chunk of it he muttered, "Diffindo," and pulled the wand across the hair. It fell from his hand and landed on the dew-covered grass.

When he was finished the hair he once cherished was nothing but a mess of clippings and a hack job of a do. He stared at his reflection and felt that oddly it was appropriate. All he was to anybody was a pretty face with a lot of money. No one saw him for who he was, except Snape. And Snape didn't love him, Snape loved that stupid little girl.

Lucius was alone in this world. He was drowning and no one could save him. And that was the way of things. Though if he had his way that American bitch would die. But he would never do that to Snape.

The moon rose higher in the sky and Lucius continued to stare at his reflection wondering if anybody else would ever be able to see who he was inside.

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Morgan pulled away slowly, caressing Snape's chest. "I think it's time you got some rest." Snape tried to pull her back down just as Madam Pomfrey swooped in. She saw Morgan and threw up her hands in exasperation.

"Visiting hours are over Miss Connely. You should get along to your dormitory. Go on now." She waved her hand at the door. "Severus needs his sleep. His head took quite a knock. He'll be back to his old self by the morning."

Snape looked into Morgan's deep, honey coloured eyes and knew that he wouldn't go back to his old self. No one had ever loved him, besides Lucius. He hadn't even loved himself. But now the girl of his dreams had dropped into his lap, quite literally. No, he would be the new and improved Severus Snape.

He smiled at her and she smiled slyly back. Her luscious lips mouthed the words Snape could ever get enough of, "I love you." He mouthed them back, caressing her hand.

She stood up and smoothed out her robes, adjusting her jumper quickly. "Bye, Severus," she said, opening the hospital wing doors. "Sweet dreams."

"You too," Snape called back, his head falling back lightly onto his pillow. A soft sigh escaped his lips.

Both Morgan and Snape fell asleep with smiles plastered onto their faces.