𝓢𝓽𝓾𝓹𝓲𝓭 𝓖𝓲𝓻𝓵!

C36 Say it again

Classes were fine, the school was fine, and friends were fine. Everything was fine but I still haven't gotten to see Severus, I mean I see him around or in class but that's it. No late-night encounters, no touching, or heated hungry kisses. I was starting to really miss him. I hadn't even heard from Jackson who at every turn was snogging his girlfriend and surprisingly Harry, Ron, and Hermione were actually staying out of trouble. All is well, for now, I'm sure.

Pansy shoved right into me. "Watch where your walking Black!" She cackled. I rolled my eyes. I think it's time I make use of my quills. During Charms I used my quill of gemination, it made the perfect copy of Pansy's handwriting. I whispered aloud to myself as I wrote.

"Dearest Draco,

How I wish before that I could have told you how I felt. I've kept it bottled up for so long that I'm just ready to explode. I crave you, every inch. Darling, don't keep me waiting any longer. Any chance you see me alone, don't hesitate to kiss me.

Yours truly,
Pansy Parkinson."

I smiled as I folded the parchment into an airplane and passed it to some Slytherin slyly. The girl opened it, shock and bewilderment were wide on her face before she laughed and showed her friends. I put my quill back in my mokeskin bag and smiled devilishly to my self, I had completed my assignment and handed it in, and I also had finished homework for this class and herbology. The next class was DADA. My heart fluttered but my stomach knotted. "Quidditch tryouts are coming up, you thinking about joining?" Some Hufflepuff boy said to a Gryffindor girl. Quidditch, I was always scared I'd break something from falling or worse. "Ok, class is dismissed. Make sure you hand in your assignments and finish the essay! Remember! Page 204!" Flitwick sounded, I gathered my things and headed to class, my stomach felt sickly sweet.

I tried to think positively but my mind kept going to the dark, maybe he wants to break up... It would make sense... I shook my head as I sat down at my desk, I looked up at him and he stared back at me. Other students were coming in. "Ms. Black, a word." He motioned for me to come up. I nodded and with a heavy heart went up to him. "Yes, professor?" I said softly and he handed me a note. "See me after class." I nodded, feeling a sting in my chest. I sat back down at my desk. "You'll find today's lesson on the board, take notes from your books. Homework will be on different forms of defensive spells. I want an inch thick of parchment on this." Multiple groans sounded from the class but Snape scoffed. "Stop your whining and get to it." He looked exhausted, he was grading papers at his desk looking like he was about to fall asleep, and he had dark circles under his eyes. "Ohh Raylonas got a crush on Snape." I turned around to look at Pansy. "Excuse me?" I whispered. "You heard me, making goo-goo eyes at him." I rolled my eyes. "You know pansy, I also heard you're into Draco." Her face went red, obviously hearing about my little note. "Shut up!" Snape jolted up. "Is there a reason you're disturbing my class, Parkinson?!" She shook her head. "No sir..." Snape gave her a dirty look before sitting back down.

I took notes and even got a head start on homework but then class was dismissed. I held Snape's note in my hand, books tightly pressed to my chest, and bag around my shoulder. I went up to him but he motioned for me to come up to his office. "Yes, sir?" He sat down. "Close the door." I did and then sat down opposite of him. The office looked different since the last time I had been in it, it had been Umbridge's. I shuddered and stared at him, waiting. "I was talking to Professor Flitwick and he's told me you chose healer as your career." I nodded, not understanding why this was coming up now. "I've asked Pomfrey to take you under her wing in your free time. Whenever you have a free period you will see her unless, of course, you need to catch up in another class. You'll be with her for four hours each during the weekends." I scoffed. "And you didn't think to ask me about this?" His expression didn't even waver. "It's a great opportunity to learn. I thought you would have been pleased." I put my bag on the floor and my books on his desk. "You don't talk to me for weeks and finally, you bring me into talk, and this... This is what you say to me?" He stood up. "I've been busy." I sighed, taking my letters out from my mokeskin bag. "So was I during the summer. I wrote you every day." I sat them on his desk.