Things Better Left Unsaid (Snape love story)

Chapter Three: You Don't Understand

Chapter Three

The next morning was hectic. The Auras were after Bellitrix, and Snape pointedly ignored me all day. I wasnt sure how I felt about that, either. Maybe it was good, since he was twenty one years older than me. Then again, I had a sad feeling in the pit of my gut. Was he embarrassed of what happened? Angry? Did he think I was some stupid, foolish girl, like he always called me?

Either way, it didn't set right with me that he wouldn't ven look at me, or that he was a Death Eater, spy of not. He was still technically one of them.

As I absently nibbled at a pumpkin tart, my eyes fixed on Professor Snape, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I jumped, my eyes peeling away from their current fixation, onto Fred. He eyed me worridly. "Youve been staring into space all day, Mina. Are you alright?" he asked. I could blame my absence and monotony on my movers death, though it was only half the truth. I shrugged in reply, tossing my tart onto the clean plate in front of me.

"This is bad. You usually love pumpkin tarts." George said with faked frantic worry, looking to Fred. Fred mirrored his brothers wide-eyed shock. "Yes. We have to take action." He agreed. I knew this was all in hopes of cheering me up, and rolled my eyes, trying to block the amusement I was beginning to feel. "Evasive manuver twelve?" George asked Fred, who nodded curtly in response. "Yes. It's time."

And with that, the two boys took hold of each arm, picking me up. They then carried me through the great hall, towards the doors, and out into the hallway. Once we were clear of earshot, theyreleased me. I crossed my arms. "What is this all about, you two?" I demanded lazily. The impish twins exchanged knowing, mischievous glances, before looking to me. "You need something to lift your spirits," George began, "And we know just where to find it." Finished Fred.

It took me a minute to realize why they were talking about. I gaped at them, shocked they would bring this up. "No! No way!" I shook my head, backing away from between them. They grinned. "He always made you happy in the past." Fred chuckled, and my cheeks blushed.

They were referring to Oliver Wood, my old flame. We hadn't exactly dated, per say, but we had a secret little thing going. The Quidditch captain had already graduated, but hung around often. I knew the voys Woukd have no problem nabbing him up for me.

Not that I wanted them to. Sure, I still liked him, and we was devlishly handsome, as well as strong and successful, but my tangled feelings for Professor Snape held me back, confusing me further. I knew their intentions were for the best, but I didn't need my emotions intertwining and becoming even more mangled. I liked Professor Snape too much to be with Oliver straight-faced.

Then again, perhaps I could get Snape to come to me. If he say me with Oliver, and there was any speck of liking towards me within him...

A devilish, mischievous grin krept onto my face, and the twins high-fived. I tossed my hair, posture becoming more relaxed and like my old self. "Alright. You two get Oliver in, have him meet me in the dungons tonight at seven." I told them. This would be fun.

I sat with one leg crossed over the other daintily, dressed to impress. I had on my fringed and ripped jean mini skirt, revealing a good amount of my long, slightly tanned legs. I was kind of a pale-skinned person, though in the bad lighting of the dungons, you couldn't really tell.

My torso was covered by a black lacey tank top, and a thin-matirialed light pink and white stripped, likely fitting long sleeved shirt was over it. I wore my favorite black combat boots, which Oliver used to always say turned him on. I wasn't sure if he was lying or not, but they were my favorite, so I had them on.