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Boy confesses undying love to girl...
Snape reached up a hand to stroke Torrey's hair before he knew what he was doing.
The girl huddled close to his chest, fingers entwined in his loose black robe. He lowered his head, his lips just brushing her dark hair. He breathed in her scent, the delicious mixture of vanilla and mint. He wanted to stop, he wanted this to be wrong. But it felt so right. This scared girl holding him, he, the hero, holding her demons at bay.
He suddenly pushed her away. She sat on the bed, staring up at him with hurt in her violet eyes.
"I can't do this, Miss Winston." he sighed.
"Why?" she whispered. She rose and took his robe in her hands. She pulled him close, his bare chest pressed against her scant gown. "Is it because you don't like me?" she asked, looking up at him with those beautiful eyes.
"You know I do." he replied, his breath catching in his throat.
"Pity," she mumured, leaning closer. "Cause that's the only excuse I'm gonna accept." She was on her toes now, thier faces mere breaths away. He wanted to push her away, to make her realize he was a man going on forty and she was a mere girl of tweleve. But she was so close, and he felt so comfortable around her.
So what if it was wrong? He loved this quirky little Slytherin. He closed the gap between them, sealing his fate.
(A/N: Ok. This chapter took me for ever. I appologize to everyone who still thinks this is gross, but I like it. That's all I'm gonna do with Torrey Snape unless someone wants me to do something else. Oh! and I will send you lovely art links if you review, once I get my elfwood account up and running. So Review!)