Disclaimer: See first three chapters. Song lyrics are from Michael by Franz Ferdinand.

Reviews: Fizzycolasugarhigh- Sanity is overrated. Think of the conversations we would have were we sane. They wouldn't be quite as interesting. However, I will update because if you lose your vocabulary who would I look up to for grammatical purification?

Kyer-If Severus is sixteen then Voldemort would be about forty-seven. Ewww. I prefer to think of him as Tom Riddle in CoS. Makes it easier to sleep at night with the knowledge of the abomination I've created.

Kamp- Thank you:D

NB- Thank you fizzycolasugarhigh for being my beta reader.

NNB-From Severus' point of view.

Chapter 4: Anything

He pulls me to my feet, takes my hand.

So come and dance with me

I knock the drink, it spills to the floor. My inhibitions

I'm all that you see, you wanna see,

fall away. The alcohol helped.

So close now, so close now,

His fingers entwined in mine, his graceful meander through the crowds, me stumbling

you're the boy with all the leather hips,
sticky hair, sticky hips, stumble on my sticky lips

blindly across his golden path. His hand on my hips, my waist, my neck. Whispered voice in my ear.
Beautiful boys on a beautiful dance floor
Lips touch.
You're dancing like a beautiful dance whore
Teasing, his mouth gently brushes mine, faintly

... and nothing matters now.

bdbdbd

We find a quiet backroom in the club and I recline lethargically onto the sofa, feeling the effects of the alcohol wearing off. Tom stands by the window, his back to me. The room is dark, and all I can see is his silhouette created in the flickering street light. In my relaxed state I can allow myself to admit the enormity of the love I feel for him, and accept that it's not a careless infatuation other teenagers unknowingly label 'love'.

"Tom? Are you okay?" I feel great pride in calling him by his name, when everyday I witness others address him as 'Lord'.

"I have to ask you to do something, Sev, and I just hope you won't find me heartless in my request." I sit up, slightly worried and once more terribly self-conscious. He turns to face me and perches himself on the edge of the desk.

"I need you to kill someone." My breath catches is my throat and I head fall into my hands.

"Shit." Tom sits beside me and takes my hand in his.

"I'm sorry, Severus. But you knew what you had to do when you joined the Death Eaters, and if I appear to treat you differently, the others will get suspicious. Besides, this person represents significant threat to me, and the others are too clumsy to deal with her efficiently." I cringe when he mentions the danger to his own life, and tighten my grip on his long, slender hand. He places his other hand under my chin and forces me to look at him. "Please." I don't want to, but I can't bear to think of my life without him.

So I agree.

I lean towards him and rest my head on his shoulder, feeling one of his arms encircle my waist and his other hand touch my hair tenderly.

"I'm sorry."