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CHAPTER 17
He had chosen all the supplies he needed for at least the next two months so he went straight to the cash registrar.
His heart almost skipped a beat when he heard the voice he had been yearning to hear. What is she doing here? Was the first thing he though. Though he wouldn't be surprised that she enjoyed potion brewing, after all she was top of her class.
Her messy curls fell all the way down to her waist. She was wearing dark jeans with knee high boots and a burgundy camisole. She looked beautiful, it had only been two days ago when he had last seen her in Hogwarts at Prom. She had looked breath taking in her long black dress, he wished he could have been Fred so as to be close to her, he hated himself for the nature of the thoughts he was having towards her, but he couldn't help them, it was useless.
As he got closer he found why she had been laughing, the young man at the cash register
Was flirting with her, or at least trying to. He couldn't help but to feel a little jealous that the boy could do it whilst he couldn't, though he wasn't sure he knew how to even if he could. It had been a long time since he had been romantically interested in a woman. He had had other women in his life besides from Lily, but neither of them had appealed to him as much as Sophie did, and it had all been a long time ago.
He couldn't help but to feel like smiling when the boy's face went from a goofy smirk to a frightful expression, he knew he was a former student then.
"P…P… Professor Snape" He stuttered in an attempt to make a respectful nod.
Sophie felt as if her hart was throbbing at one thousand miles per hour the moment the boy spoke his name.
"Mr McCullen" missed his voice.
"Good afternoon Professor" She turned to face him.
"Miss Miller" He looked away from her face to the items she was purchasing, McCullen was finishing packing them. "Interesting" He said while admiring some of her options, they weren't common ingredients for a potion and the usage of most of them required skill.
"Thank you," She said while she paid for her things and took her bag, the man smiled at her goofily as she went away from the registrar so Snape could pay for his items. "I plan to divert myself for a while"
"I'm sure you will" He said while taking his bag and departing.
"It's late for you to be walking alone here, Diagon alley can get dangerous at night Miss Miller"
"I know it can, what are you exactly suggesting though sir?"
"That Mr Weasley should be more gentlemanly and accompany you during your purchases "
"Well, if he didn't do it before he definitely won't do it now" Snape looked at her confused. "We are no longer together"
He felt overjoyed. "You came to your senses I see" He was having a highly unusual and slightly inappropriate talk with his student.
"Actually he did, though I didn't stood much of an opposition" She didn't mean to say the last part, she was kind of thinking out loud.
"I always knew there was something wrong with that boy" He hadn't meant to say it either he was thinking out loud as well, but as he sae the look on her face he knew that perhaps it hadn't been a mistake saying it. She wasn't looking at him like a pervert or a creep, she was just smiling at him. It was then when he saw that she was still wearing the necklace he had given to her and wondered whether she knew who had given it to her.
"I'll walk you to your house" He stated.
"Okay" She couldn't resist smiling so she did.
They took a shortcut Sophie had learned from her parents and were at her house in about fifteen minutes or so.
Neither of them spoke, they jut walked in silence, not an awkward silence, a pleasant silence strangely enough.
"So, um, would you like to come in sir?" She asked opening the door. When she saw him hesitate she added "It's just a cup of tea sir there is nothing wrong with that" Then he nodded.
She lived surrounded by the woods, and she had no neighbours, they had all moved away through the last ten years. Her neighbourhood consisted of a lane that took one to Diagon Alley, an abandoned parcel and three houses, which two of them were currently empty.
Sophie had enjoyed living by the woods as she could fly there and could practice new spells.
"You can give me your coat if you want" He gave her his black water coat, he had a b lack cotton shirt and black jeans underneath.
"Your house if beautiful" He had been there once. Lizzy had asked him if he wanted to meet Sophie after one of the Order meetings, so he had went there with her and Will. He had thought Sophie was a very cute baby, he new she would grow into a lovely young woman, but he never thought she would be so astonishing, furthermore that he would end up fancying her.
"Thank you" When she got his coat she notice something strange on his chest. "You are bleeding"
He looked down at his chest in horror. He thought that he had sealed the wound momentarily. Last night he had been summoned again, this time he was in the worst of moods, he had made him duel with Lucius Malfoy, quite a skilled duelist, yet he had been the worst injured, Snape had only got hit once. Unfortunately he was hit hard.
But his injury wasn't what was troubling him, it was the mark on his forearm. His mark. He had been lucky that she hadn't seen it on the infirmary when he was unconscious, and he had covered it with a spell he had learned so as to avoid unwanted questions, but now he had nothing covering his dark mark but his shirt.
"I can heal you, take of your shirt" She had gotten used to that phrase during his check-ups.
"No, it's okay" Half of his shirt was soaked in blood and he was starting to feel the effects of it.
"By the rate you are losing blood you will bleed out in a matter of minutes, so you can either let me help you or you can bleed out in my living room, so choose." Her voice was firm and un-wavering.
Resigned he took off his shirt in pain, and she saw the death mark, to his surprise she didn't even flinch at it and got to his wound immediately. She fixed it in five minutes and gave him a blood-replenishing potion.
"Aren't you even going to ask?" He said cuttingly.
"Why would I? I don't think I have the right to do so"
"You have a death eater sitting in your living room and you are not even concerned?"
"No" He was surprised. "Of course if it where the case of another death eater, yes I would." He was now puzzled.
"You don't think I'm a threat to you? You don't think I could harm you if I wanted to?"
"I don't consider you a threat not because I don't think you could hurt me if you wanted to, of course you could, but I don't because I trust you." She was looking at him in the eyes. She saw hope and joy in them, but concern and confusion where present as well.
"Why would you trust a death eater?" He pronounced the last two words with distaste.
"I believe you are more than just a death eater" She had no idea why she was telling this to him, but she was. "I know I can trust you because god knows why I feel safer around you than I do when I'm with anyone else, besides would you have wanted to kill or hurt me you could have done so on far better scenarios"
He was beyond shocked, and way beyond glad. He had no idea she felt that way about him, but he was overjoyed that she was.
"Do you remember how to perform Legilemency?" He knew se did, but he wanted to be sure. She nodded in response. Confusion was now present in her eyes. "Take out your wand" He instructed. He felt as if he needed to show her everything. Why he had become a death eater, to whom his true loyalty was, everything that explained why he was who he was and why he was the way he was.
"You want me to do it to you?" She was beyond baffled. He nodded. "Are you sure?" He nodded again so she begun pointing at him with her wand and entered his mind.
She saw the way Sirius and James pestered him, she saw the interest he had had on her godmother. She witnessed how he had begged Dumbledore to help Lily, and could almost feel his pain while he saw her body lying limb on the floor, she could sense a tear running down her cheek for the state of her godmother. She understood him, and she saw he was a spy for Dumbledore, and she saw how he had protected Harry, Ron and Hermione through out the years whilst they though he was a greasy git. She also saw something that surprised her. She saw what Voldemort had said about her, and also how he had gone to Dumbledore again, now to ask him to save her. After that image she left his mind.
"You are the reason why I'm not a death eater, you saved me" She was thinking out loud again. "What you've been through, it's… you" She had no words to describe what she had just seen. He had been looking down as if he where ashamed so she put her hand on his cheek lovingly, making Snape look at her. "I'm so sorry" He put his hand on top of Sophie's.
She knew proximity could help while performing Legilemency, so she had sat by his side in the sofa, almost touching him. They had remained in said position and her proximity was killing him. She had no idea what to do, he had just exposed his entire life to her, she was perplexed. She wondered whether it would be to inappropriate to kiss him, but as soon as she had asked herself that he had already taken the first step.
His lips where on hers in a matter of seconds. Her lips where as soft as he had imagined and his where just as perfect as she had. It begun as a tender kiss but it developed into a passionate one. Both of her hands where on his neck and his on the small of her back. They felt as if they could remain like that forever, as if it was where they belonged. But soon enough his conscious begun telling him to stop, so he did.
"Sophie" his voice was barely over a whisper "I'm sorry"
She wasn't going to buy that for a second time, so she kissed him gently on the lips.
"I'm not" She said. She could feel him smiling, and she knew she was smiling goofily as well.
They remained lying on the couch for a long time, her face pressed against his chest and his chin on her head. She wondered at times whether to tell him about her dream last night or not, but it wasn't just her decision to take as she wasn't the only person involved, and she knew that Harry wouldn't approve.
"It's not to late for that cup of tea" She said while facing him.
"No it's not, let me help you" He was about to get up when she stopped him.
"It's okay, I've got it" She gave him a peck on the lips and went to prepare the tea.
He saw her enter the kitchen with a smile on his face.