Hi Guys! So I got through to the next round and I thought it would be easiest to post all my entries in the one place (The same story) And the prompts are great to use to continue this story! So, my prompts are:
ACTION: a character must drink firewhiskey
EMOTION: elated
QUOTE:"that's the thing about pain, it demands to be felt" -John Green (The Fault in our
Stars)
WORD: infinity
DIALOGUE: "my heart has scars you will never understand!"
I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed or favourite the last chapter, I was really surprised at the amount of feedback I got within a day, it was great. Any feedback is good feedback, in my opinion. Well, to the next chapter!
The Not So Dead Heart of Severus Snape
Severus Snape sighed to himself and leaned back in his chair, a hand coming up to massage his forehead, where a migraine was starting to annoy him.
"Oh Hermione," he murmured to himself. "My heart has scars you will never understand." He stood from his desk, gathering his most recent batch of 2nd Year essays and retired to his chambers through a door in his office. He removed his cloak and placed it on the back of his couch, throwing the essays on his coffee table and going to the liquor cabinet he kept beside his fireplace. His private quarters, despite what most would think, were dressed in cream and dark grey, the colors blending well together.
Inside, though he would never tell it to anyone, Severus felt elated that she returned the feelings he had for her.
Grabbing a bottle of Ogden's best firewhiskey, he returned to his slate grey couch, setting the bottle down on the table, as well as a crystal glass. Pouring himself a large glass, he sat back and mulled over the past few weeks.
When he had first seen Hermione Granger at the opening feast of her seventh year, he could hardly believe she was the same girl. Her hair had changed from a bushy mess to a sleek mane of curls that flowed down her back to rest just above the swell of her ass, which made her look remarkably like her house mascot. Her body had changed from that of a girl to a young woman, enticing him like no other had in a long time. He had sat in a stunned silence for most of the meal, hardly hearing the words of the Charms professor who sat beside him.
When the feast had ended and she had caught him staring, he had jumped, hurriedly looking away so as not to be thought as staring. But the damage had been done. Her eyes had crinkled around the edges, and the brown seemed to go on and on to infinity.
Severus sighed yet again, and refilled his glass, sipping at the liquid and enjoying the burning sensation he felt as it went down his throat. They had skirted around each other for weeks, sharing heated looks and brief touches. But today, he knew he had gone too far. He would be surprised if he was forgiven after it.
He didn't mean for this to get so out of hand. He hadn't meant for her to actually like him in return. It pained him to know that he would never actually be able to tell her that he liked her in way that he shouldn't.
But that's the thing about pain, he told himself as he took another sip of his whiskey. It demands to be felt. He placed his glass back on the table and grabbed a sheet of clean paper and a large, black quill. He stumbled over the starting before he was finally able to say what he wanted to.
Dear Hermio
Hermione –
Please forgive me for the way I have treated you lately. It was wrong of me to treat your feelings like they were inconsequential and meaningless when they really aren't to me. I shouldn't have played with them to begin with and I am sorry for leading you on. I fear that I have grown to –
He stopped. What was he doing? He couldn't encourage her. He was twice her age and she was still his student. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't pursue a relationship with her.
He grabbed his glass and downed the rest of it in one gulp. He scrunched the letter up and threw it into his fireplace, watching as it crumpled into ashes in the heat.
Severus Snape, first almost the first time in his life, was at a loss for what to do. He felt slightly buzzed and as he flicked his gaze to the clock, He realized he was already five minutes late for his next class.
"Shit" He muttered, dropping his glass to the floor where it smashed into several pieces. He left it to clean up later, grabbing his coat and hurriedly buttoning it up.
He swept through his office to the classroom, where his third year class sat whispering quietly to one another.
"Silence!" He snapped as he walked to his desk. He flicked his wand at the board and it filled with the ingredients for the Draught of Elation.
"Read page 278 before completing the potion on the board" he said, sitting behind his desk and placing his wand on the table beside him. "You have until the end of the lesson."
The class quickly set to work gathering ingredients for the potion and setting up their cauldrons, talking quietly amongst themselves. Severus Snape was too engrossed in thought of Hermione to really care.
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What did you guys think? I've actually hit the word limit this time, I didn't realize last time that I didn't meet it, because I counted my authors notes in. I'll most likely fix that. Thanks much to all those who have read this far.
LynxMalfoy
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