Severus slammed the door to the potions dungeon, locking it behind him.
Growling, he took the wilting rose and ripped the first petal off.
She loves me not.
If she did, she'd be in my arms now.
Riiiip.
She loves me not.
Instead, she's with that damned Potter.
She loves me not.
Him. Not me.
Riiip.
She loves me not.
She loves me not.
Soon, all of the petals were ripped off; his vicious anger cooled just a bit.
He began grinding the petals, preparing them for the potion, the only way tonight that he would have a dreamless sleep.
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