Dear Execrable Diary,
I can honestly tell you that I do not bloody know how it happened. It should not have happened, no, most definitely not. Nothing of the sort should ever happen again, however Miss Granger will certainly try. Oh, who the bloody hell am I kidding? It was my own bloody fault too. Damn Dumbledore and his meddling.
That chit came down to the Potions room for detention precisely at eight o'clock, just as I had told her to. I set her to the task of preparing the ingredients for a potion I was going to make. Dumbledore had requested, though I do not know why, that I brew a draught of Felix Felicis for his use.
Thus I set Miss Granger to the task of chopping, slicing and grinding. I myself had sat down at my desk to begin grading the fifth year's essays on The Properties of Moonstone.
Perhaps it was thirty minutes later when I looked up from my work to see Miss Granger slicing the flobberworms all wrong. She was wasting half of the mucus that was necessary for the thickening of the potion. Seeing this, I immediately rose and strode over to the desk where the girl was working.
Without looking up, she asked, "Is there anything wrong Professor?" Taking the knife, I discarded the flobberworm she had mangled, took another out of the jar, and delicately cut diagonal slits in the sides. Then, squeezing gently, I extracted the mucus.
We both looked up at the same time. "Oh," she whispered, as her eyes met mine.
And here is where I begin to get confused. Because I know bloody well that I should not have kissed her but, all of a sudden that was exactly what I was doing. And, bloody hell, she was kissing me back.
Eventually, however, she broke it off. Giving me a shy little smile that I did not expect from a Gryffindor, she kissed me once more on the cheek before declaring that she had some homework to get to, and that she should really be getting back to Gryffindor tower.
Before she reached the door she turned around and said, "Goodnight Professor." To this I am positive I had no reply, because it was about at the time that I remember realizing exactly what had taken place.
Ever since Dumbledore began to push us together, I told myself that I would never feel anything for that Know-It-All. Evidently I had told myself wrong. For Severus Snape does not just go around kissing witches he does not care about. Well, perhaps he did in his youth, but that was an entirely different matter.
I do not know what to think. Is it possible that I actually care for Miss Granger? Oh Severus, what the hell have you gotten yourself into?
Severus Snape