HE KNOWS I MEAN BUISNESS
She stood outside his door. She had to tell him, not only because of Dumbledore, but because he'd be happy she was leaving and he needed to be happy at least once in his life.
She knocked mildly.
"Come in" She heard how annoyed he was in his voice.
She took a deep breath and opened the door.
He looked up. He saw her and swallowed hard.
She saw his Adams Apple bobble and secretly smiled. So she did affect him. This made her happy.
He regained his 'Snape-ness' and raised an eyebrow.
"What do you need?" making it sound as un helpful as possible.
"I didn't come here out of choice, Dumbledore told me that I should tell you, I didn't want to tell you, I'd rather never speak to you again, but he's all 'now Miss Barton you have to tell him' and I'm all 'but I don't want too' and he's all..."

"If you plan on getting to your point, I'm all ears."

"Right, sorry...wait, no i'm not sorry, YOU can wait for me ..." She squinted at him as angrily as she could.

'I already did wait for you, you silly girl' he said to himself.
He just stared at her, that same emotionless stare that he so often wore.
"Right ok, you're waiting, yeah; anyway, I am Leaving Hogwarts."
He rolled his eyes.
"I know that."
"No…I am not coming back."
He still looked at her with a blank expression.
"For my Seventh year, I will not be returning to this school, I have decided to go to a muggle school farther up in northern England."
He crossed his arms over his chest.
she wavered her hands.
"Well..."
He raised his eyebrow again. Damnit, she wishes she knew how to do that. Must be something they teach you during the Slytherin Training sessions.
"Well what?" he asked.
"Aren't you going to ask why, or tell me to hurry up and pack my things, or tell me I am not stupid just troublesome or tell me I am in fact stupid and shouldn't be in the school anyway?"
"Should I care why you are leaving?"
"Well I didn't expect you too, it is just every other teacher has wondered, except Flitwick, he just agreed with my choice..."
"mmmhmmm"

She let out a sigh, this was between easy and difficult, the feelings were fine, she learned to control her feelings about him, except when he smiled, she would almost fall over because her knees gave out, but he never smiled just when he was younger.
His Voice broke her train of thought.
"You'd do just about anything for attention wont you?"
"Pardon?"
"Don't play stupid Barton, it doesn't fit you."
She glared.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"You are self-ish, don't think of others, think about what you want, and how far to go to get attention"
She gaped.
"WHAT? I am the most self-less person you will ever meet! And for once YES I am thinking of myself FOR ONCE. For the first time, in a long time, I am not thinking of my friends, or my enemies, or people around me, or you. I am thinking about what's best for me. Whatever I do revolves around everyone else, even...even when I was with you, I was thinking about you, what you were thinking about, how you were here trying to kill yourself because you...you obviously despise every fucking thing about me, and I am SO sorry that YOU asked ME to the ball, and I am so sorry that I said yes"

Her hands were into fist now; she wanted nothing more than to run across the room and hit him hard across the jaw.
In a cool manner she whispered "as far as the attention goes, if I wanted attention I'd wear a sign on my forehead, not leave. I chose to leave on my own accord. I am leaving because I cant bear the thought of seeing you again next year, I cant bear my mother bugging me, I cant bear anymore of Draco's comments, no more Dumbledore winking at me, no more pain caused from the memories I had from the past, no more wishing the floor would swallow me whole. No more Magic."

"I could have swore you said your decision had nothing to do with me."
She clenched her jaw.

"It has nothing to do with what I think- you think about me. I could care-less about how you feel about me."
"and how do you think I feel about you?"
"I don't know, and really don't care"
"How do you feel about me?"
"other than pure hatred?"

He grunted. He turned away from her and sat in front of his desk.
He didn't look back at her just said in a silky voice that she learned to hate "leave"
She walked in front of the desk.
"What's wrong Sev? Hurt your feelings?"
He growled and stood, walked around seized her by her arm. He was so close to her face she could feel his rapid breathing.

She raised both eyebrows.
"Don't EVER call me that again."
She laughed.
He felt her breath hit his face when she laughed, only inches apart.
"You know, I think I might take you to an Anger Management class..."
'why is he so close to me? These urges are starting to get bad.'

She smirked. "Didn't mind a while back when I called you Sev...or Sevvie"
He tightened his gripped and pulled her closer and through gritted teeth said "Do not push me Erica"
"I like Sevvie, I mean seriously...it fits you so well Sevvie!"
she stopped laughing and looked at him.
She knew he was going to kill her, but she was leaving so it didn't matter.
"What is it Sevvie, you cant give me detention...although I always did..."
He let go of her.

"You don't stop do you?" he put his hand on his head rubbing it.
"Why do they call you a 'greasy git'? what part of you is greasy, oh your hair, oh yeah I can kind of see it" she moved closer to touch it. But he caught her hand.

"Leave me alone."
"But you are so fun to play with..." she stomped her foot.
"Lunatic" he sneered.
"bastard"
"Mud blood!"
"again...bastard!"
With every insult they grew closer, faces only inches apart.
"Am I just a stupid little Gryffindor Mud-blood Severus?"
"oh no, you're special...you're a psysco Gryffindor Mud-blood."
Her jaw clenched, every time she heard the word, some part of her twitched.
He laughed. "Oh caught you in your own trap have I?" He moved his face even closer to where their noses would collide at any moment.
She shrugged and smiled. "you shouldn't get this close to me Professor..."
"What?"
She wrapped her hands around his neck and kissed him, and somehow she found that he didn't pulled away, nor did he respond.
After a couple of seconds he slid his arm around her waist and brought her body closer to his.

He released his mouth from hers and looked at her wide-eyed.
"What the hell are you doing?" he asked
He moved his arm from around her ashamed for taking advantage of the situation.
"I'm sorry."
"For what? kissing me."
"I should apologize for kissing you?"
"yes"
"ha...no"
"what?"
"I wont say 'sorry I kissed you' when you just kissed me too."
They both stared each other in silence.
After a while Erica stood up straight and clapped her hands together.
"Well, then best be off, I have bags to pack and a best friend to tell"
He stood.
"I...um..." he said.
She smirked.
"If you have a point, I'm all ears" she said mocking him.
"I am sorry."
Her jaw dropped.
"what?" he asked.
"Never thought I'd hear that come out your mouth..."
"Oh..."
"Wait a second... why are you sorry?"
"For kissing you."
"Why are you sorry, do you hate me that much?"

What the hell was she on about? 'no you dumb girl, I don't hate you, I love you'

"Thought you were the one who hated me..."He said
"Don't start...you know damn well I love you"
Her words hit shot through him like cold water. "you what?" he asked in disbelief.
"You Moron..."
"You don't Love me."
"I think I get to choose who I do and don't love..."

He sat on a near desk. Hiding his face in his hands.
She walked over and sat beside him. She sighed.
She turned to her right to face him. She poked him in the rib with her index finger.
he jumped and looked at her coldly.
She just stared at him nonchalantly.
"Why do you care about me? What would possess you too?"
"My 'mental' head"
He growled and sat down beside her.
"This is fairly complicated." She said.
"Fairly?" he squeaked.
She eyed him oddly.
"What?" he asked.
"You just squeaked..."
"I resent that, it wasn't a squeak..."
"I love you"
"I lov...no NO!" he stood and pointed at her. "NO!"
"I fear you have gone mad..." she said.
"ME!" he snapped.
"I realized that I am leaving and I wont regret anything, I don't regret kissing you, I would have regretted NOT kissing you, or telling you I love you. I have to go, I leave in a while for Manchester" She stood and walked out the door.

Snape turned to his desk and kicked it.
he sat in his chair and slammed his head into his desk.

Erica shut Snape's door lightly and took in a breath of air. Then she heard growling. She looked up to find Vicky .
"When the hell did you plan on telling me, by leaving me a note? Or not even going to bother to tell me?"

"Err..."
"Why are you leaving DO I MEAN NOTHING TO YOU? DOES OUR FRIEND SHIP MEAN SHIT TO YOU!" Vicky bellowed.
Erica moved over the steps and sat.
Vicky walked up beside her and pulled her up by her collar, Erica now scared, she shoved Erica against the wall. That was obviously going to leave a mark later. Erica yelped as the concrete collided with the back of her skull.
Vicky retrieved her wand and held it to Erica's throat.
"If this meant nothing, give me a reason not to hex right now?"

"I planned on telling you last."
"Why?" Vicky screamed, tightening her grip around her wand, shoving it harder into Erica's throat.
"I was afraid, that, that you might try to tell me to stay"
"Oh God forbid you have someone who cares about you..."

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Snape sat into his chair. Burying his head into his hands once more. He heard yelling and something thump against the wall and more yelling. He stood up and walked towards the door. He opened it to find Vicky holding her wand to Erica's throat screaming, tears falling out of both their eyes.
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"I am so sorry Vicky, I am, and I hate to say this but I have to go, I have five minutes to pack."
The look Erica saw in Vicky's eyes scared her to death, they went all bulgy and round and red.
They did not notice Professor Snape watching from the side. Vicky took a step back held her wand arm straight and re-gripped her fingers along the fine wood. Erica knew she was about to hit with a curse. And Truthfully, she didn't care, she was actually hoping for it; she sat against the wall and waited for it.
Vicky screamed "CRUT-"
She was stopped by a hand coming around her mouth, and the fact that her enemy had just disappeared.
Erica heard the first part of the curse, and closed her eyes, she heard Vicky get cut off by something, she opened her eyes and say Lupin holding his palm over her hand and she was jerked inside a room. When her vision had cleared she realized Snape had snatched her inside the classroom. He put a locking charm on the door. He heard the yelps of Lupin as Vicky had obviously bitten his hand and was now beating on the door, yelling very inappropriate things.