AN: grins Well, in the last chapter, my mother made it into this fic. In the form of Slughorn. "..You could use some sun…" That was totally my poor mother. I am constantly writing this. I am loving it. I adore your reviews- they make me laugh, smile, and angst. (Just because angsting had to be included.) Enjoy.

Chapter Eight

Dear Lily,

I've been thinking about you and last night a lot today. Which means a lot because normally I only think that much about cursing people or homework. I've never thought about something this much in a good way. I guess that's pretty morbid.

Last night was the first true date I've been on, and I felt it went accordingly, considering that the only experience I've had that even comes close took place in fifth year (also known as Hell) and involved Malfoy pretending that Narcissa Black liked me. (It did not get far, I can promise you.)

Oh! Due to some rather unfortunate news, I've had a thought:

Did you hear about Sluggy's surprise? Apparently, we're to be put to a long, drawn out death whilst watching match upon match of that ever popular sport, Quidditch. Are willing to force yourself into this dire torture or (and here's the thought) are you willing to be rescued?

Write back.

-S.S.

Dear Severus,

I'm flattered to be the first positive thing you brood about, although cursing people and homework are certainly important. I am also so happy that last night was your first date- Yes! It belonged to ME! And fifth year WAS Hell, wasn't it? I sort of remember the Narcissa Black experience. Wasn't goo involved? I'm sorry.

That is rather unfortunate news, and I must say I had all ready heard it. Quidditch from dawn until much after dusk to me is like fingernails being ripped out. I should probably attend it a little, so Mr. Seeker feels a little bit of love, but I can easily slip out. How is one o'clock?

How brilliant of you to request this. But I believe it's to be me rescuing you.

Love,

L.E.

Dear Lily,

Goo was indeed involved.

Fingernails being ripped out is a worthy metaphor for Quidditch, I believe. One o'clock? That's certainly enough of the Q- word to last me a lifetime, but I'll suffice it. Let's meet outside the gates. Then, I can show you around the Slytherin common room, which I bet you're just dying to see.

And, yes, I guess it is you rescuing me. But I think I'll be rescuing you at least at little

Write back!

-S.S.

PS: You sound very angry about said Mr. Seeker. Anything you'd care to share?

Dear Severus,

Great. One o'clock. I'm also impressed that you'll be showing me your common room? Isn't that breaking school rules?

About HIM… he's just annoying me as usual. It used to be his arrogance that bothered me, now it's his clinginess. He's always there, trying to tell me something, or make me laugh, or I don't even know! I just tire of it.

And of course you'll be rescuing me a little, Severus! I just had to put you in your place.

'Till tomorrow,

L.E.

Dear Lily,

No, I wouldn't classify it under breaking rules, since Slughorn knows that we'll be in the dorm room. Of course, he does not know it's you and he just thinks it's a bunch of antisocial Slytherins like myself. Why he would think that, I don't know, since they're all extroverted loonies.

Clingy? I can't stop thinking about you and I want to be with you. Is that clingy?

Thanks. I've always needed someone to do that.

-S.S.

Dear Severus,

Poor Slughorn. If only he knew how great his skills were. He would either blow a fuse or leap for joy at the news of us. I'm not quite sure, but I do like the man.

Clingy? Severus Snape? No. Far from it. I'm happy to hear you want to be with me, though. With James, it's more of, 'I want you to listen to me talk about how funny I am.' Ugh.

I'm glad you don't mind my pushiness. And I REALLY can't wait for tomorrow.

Love,

L.E.

PS: I can't stop thinking about you either.

Severus grinned, stifling a laugh of joy. He and Lily had spent the entire period of study hall writing messages back and forth. And now, stretched out upon his bed, Severus was reading their notes obsessively, again and again. It was around eleven o'clock, but he was hardly tired.

I'll see her tomorrow. We can actually be alone! he thought excitedly. All of the other meetings had included Pince, the public eye, and broad daylight. Tomorrow, it would just be himself, Lily Evans, and the dungeon common room.

Which has couches, egged on Snape's subconscious. And it leads to the dorms.

Shut up, you! Snape told this little voice.

The dorms have beds. Your bed, in fact. Right where you're lying. And tomorrow, if you're suave enough, Lily could be lying here, too.

Yes, but it won't-

You can still think about it. And don't think you haven't. Don't try to act like this wasn't your plan all along. Studying? Ha!

Severus turned onto his side, trying to change the subject.

Think about it. Lily could be here.

It's not going to happen!

When has that stopped you before? She could be right here.

Unable to resist any longer, Severus lowered his hand and began.

Lily and me… She licked her lips… Her mouth was opened- I love her mouth. I love her.

He moaned quietly.

BAM!

Severus bolted upright.

"What the-"

It seemed a solid object had been propelled at his canopy. He inched out, and peered down at the floor. A dragon leather boot sat there, guiltily.

He slid the canopy open a little and peeked around the room. Everyone seemed to be sleeping.

But a second glance with eyes now used to the darkness, Snape realised that Malfoy's eyes were wide open.

"What are you doing?" Snape asked quietly, ears red.

"That's disgusting, Severus," whispered the blond haired boy prudishly. "And until you tell me what's going on, I don't think I can tolerate it in my dorm room. Though maybe it's one of the things that helps me sleep, being that I hear it every damned night."

"Shut the fuck up," Severus said coldly. "Just leave me alone." He closed the canopy in anger.

"You're pathetic. You know what? Go ahead and do it. It's all you're going to get. Ever. Goodnight," the Malfoy said pleasantly.

Humiliated out of his mind, Snape said nothing, but wished that he could somehow prove Lucius wrong.

"But… erm…" Lucius started up again, his voice seething with snobbery. "I must ask you to be quiet now, actually. I need my beauty sleep for the match tomorrow. They're all counting on me, you know? So, no more playing tonight or I'll throw my pillow next." He laughed meanly to himself and yawned primly.

Muttering curse words with a red face, Severus covered his head with his own pillow and thought of ways he could hex or poison Malfoy, given the opportunity.