After All This Time? Always. (A Snily FanFic)

Snape's POV

I'm in love. I'm in love with the most, beautiful, genuine girl I have ever met. Lily Evans has always lived in my neighborhood, and we were always great friends. Of course, her family saw me as a "disgusting child, with no use to this world," but Lily always saw the better in me.
I always knew she was a witch. When I had told her, however, all I saw was pure shock and disgust. Her sister, Petunia, called me a monster, and quickly ushered Lily as far away from me as possible. I had dreamed of telling her for ages, and had replayed how I would tell her countless times. I believe the shock factor was too much to handle, and Petunia certainly didn't help.
We were 9 then, and it took a whole other year for me to gather up my broken courage and explain. She already knew something was different about her, being able to do things that the rest of her family couldn't. I told her about the Wizarding School of Hogwarts, how it was a majestic castle, surrounded by a gleaming lake. I told her about the houses, Gryffindor, the brave at heart, Hufflepuff, the just and loyal, Ravenclaw, with ready minds, or Slytherin, the cunning and wise. I told her about Diagon Alley, how she would get her wand, robes, and pet (she enthused about the cats). I explained how we didn't use pounds in the Wizarding World, rather Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts. I told her about everything that I could possibly describe, and she hung on to every word. We longed for the day that our letters would come, counting the days, hours, and minutes when our 11th birthday would arrive. Together, we waited.