I woke with a jolt, the sun's rays, like a thousand tiny daggers, piercing through my eyelids. The world swam into focus, a blurry kaleidoscope of light and color. I didn't realize I had fallen asleep on the cold, hard floor of the Astronomy Tower. The memories of last night's events flooded back, a bittersweet torrent of emotions.
My heart ached with a dull, throbbing pain. Those sick feelings, the sting of rejection, the crushing weight of unrequited love, all came crashing down on me. I couldn't help but laugh pitifully at the thought of being afraid that I might lose him, when, in fact, he was never mine to begin with.
"Oh shoot! I'm gonna be late!" I exclaimed, scrambling to my feet, the cold stone floor sending a shiver through my body. I rushed down the winding staircase, my heart pounding in my chest.
When I arrived in front of the potions classroom, I slowly opened the door, my movements tentative, my head bowed. I wanted to slip in unnoticed, to avoid the wrath of Professor Snape.
But my hopes were dashed as a figure emerged from the shadows, blocking my path. He was clad in his usual dark suit, his presence a dark cloud that seemed to engulf the room. Professor Snape.
I looked up, meeting his searing gaze. His eyes, dark and intense, held a depth that both terrified and captivated me.
"Your hair," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He quickly grabbed me, pulling me close, pressing me against his chest. His cloak, a heavy, dark fabric, enveloped me, a comforting warmth in the chilly classroom.
He dragged me out of the classroom, taking me to a secluded corner. "You are not being careful," he said, his voice sharp and cutting.
He grabbed my shoulder tightly, shoving me up against the wall. I looked up to see his goddamn face, his features etched with a mixture of anger and concern. He never failed to make my heart beat fast and feel a flutter in my stomach.
When he pointed his wand at me, a flicker of magic danced at its tip. He flicked it, and my hair, which had been a shimmering white gold, turned back to its usual raven black. I hadn't realized my original hair had been exposed. Luckily, it was class hours.
"T-thank you," I stuttered, my voice barely a whisper.
"What I dislike is when personal concerns interfere with academic pursuits," he stated, his voice laced with a warning. "Tidy up and go to your class... immediately." He turned and walked back to the classroom, his movements swift and decisive.
I followed him, my heart pounding in my chest. I simply sat next to Hermione, who was focused on mixing the potion, oblivious to my arrival.
"You only have ten minutes left to complete the task," Professor Snape announced, his bothersome gaze still locked on me.
"Shit!!" Hermione mumbled in panic. She really looked more messed up than me.
"Need a hand?" I offered, a mischievous grin spreading across my face.
"How did you get in here?" she whispered, her eyes wide with surprise.
"Professor Snape got furious when you didn't arrive earlier," she added. "Skipping his class? That took a lot of guts on your part."
Because of the horrible move I had made, I felt a pang of guilt. If my actions were entirely without merit, what face would I give Professor Snape? I'm messed up!
After class, I immediately went out with Hermione. I really meant to leave when his attention was on someone else. I was sure I'd be left behind for him to scold.
We went straight to the Great Hall to eat lunch. I sat quietly next to Hermione... it's not nice to have a Slytherin sitting at the Gryffindor table, but I didn't care anymore. I was really upset right now. I needed a friend.
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Love In The Midst Of Darkness
Hayran Kurgu"Who Will Save the Savior?" Severus Snape devoted his life to saving others, even when it meant being hated and reviled by the very people he protected. He died believing he was despised, and branded as a traitor to Dumbledore. But what if, at the l...
