Unforgivable (A Severus Snape Love Story)

Chapter 4

Posey's POV

I would make Snape suffer my tiny, powerful wrath. I went in there to try and help him, but was met with anger and hatred. Fine.

I quit trying to be nice to him, and I also took my sarcasm away from him. In fact, everything I previously did to make him upset, I stopped. I knew he wasn't actually angry when I did those things. It was all a game to him.

I behaved in his class for two weeks before he made me stay after class one day.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"What do you mean, professor? I'm just doing my work and being a responsible person."

"You aren't acting like yourself."

"Maybe it has something to do with how you acted towards me two weeks ago? I tried to help you, and you were a complete dickhead about it!" He was silent. After two weeks of silence, it was an explosion.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, hanging his head. He sunk into his seat and put his head on the desk. I stood in my place, refusing to reveal that I cared.

Then I saw it. He was shaking a bit. I went up to touch him. Was he sobbing?

"Professor?" I asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. He tensed, but then relaxed a bit.

"I'm so sorry," he said again. I made him look at me. I wasn't angry. I was just disappointed. I had to let him know that.

"Don't be sorry. I'm not angry with you. I'm just a bit disappointed. But you... you're sad. Why?"

"I can't seem to stop hurting the people I care-" he cut himself off and stood quickly.

"Get out," he said harshly. What?!? Oh, Hell no!

"No. Tell me what you were going to say!" He turned his back on me, and I grabbed his arm and made him face me.

"You dungeon bat! Tell me! People you what?"

"People I care about!" He shouted.

"How could you care about me? I'm a chubby, short, seventh year mudblood who makes adequate grades and who doesn't talk to many people."

"First of all, don't call yourself that. You are not fat, you aren't merely adequate, and you sure as Hell aren't going to be called a mudblood by anyone! Not even yourself! You are an intelligent, healthy young girl with a life ahead of her. And I care for you because... well... I don't know!"

I was silent. He stood inches from me, and I was a rebel, so what was there to do? I kissed his cheek and walked out of the classroom.

I met my friends in the library and we just had a random conversation.

"If you could build the perfect guy, what parts of who would you use?" Asked Reneé, a Ravenclaw.

"Hm. I think... The Weasley Twins' sense of humor, the hair of... Lucius Malfoy, the eyes of Dumbledore, Snape's voice, the body of Tom Hiddleston, and the face of Benedict Cumberbatch." They gave me blank looks.

"I only know who five of those people are."

"The other two are muggle actors," I explained.

"Why Snape, though?!?" Shrieked Milly.

"I don't know, I just like his voice." I shrugged. I heard someone clear their throat behind me. It was Snape.

"What have we here? A little gossip session?"

"No, professor. I was just telling them how sexy your voice is," I said with a hint of sarcasm. He smirked. Had he really missed my sarcastic voice? Aww!

"Well, then, I think I'll hand you a detention. We musn't be fantasizing about our teachers, after all."

"Snape, how about instead you answer the question. If you could build the perfect girlfriend, what parts of who would you use?" He rolled his eyes and sat in a chair.

"Fine. I would take McGonagall's responsibility, Peeves' comedy, your hair and attitude, the body of Audrey Hepburn, and the face, eyes and voice of Judy Garland. Can I go now?"

"They don't know who Audrey Hepburn and Judy Garland are," I whispered to him. He sighed and stood to leave.

"My hair, eh? Nice to know you enjoy seeing this mess every day."

"Detention tomorrow night, Miss Richter."

That was his final word on the matter. He stalked off, leaving my friends and I to our chatting.

The next night, I went for my detention. I knocked, he told me to enter, and then he took my wand and told me to scrub the cauldrons. Easy enough.

"So, my hair and attitude? What is it you like about them?"

"I will not discuss this with you."

"Oh, come on, Sev!"

"Ten points from Slytherin." I rolled my eyes and went on with my scrubbing.

We spent the rest of the detention in silence. Before I could leave, though, he pulled me into a warm hug. I hugged him back and burried my face into his shirt. He really did smell nice.

Snape's POV

I didn't know what came over me. I just had to. I hugged her tightly and then sent her on her way.

I went into my quarters and drew a bath for mysef. As I relaxed in the warm water, I thought back to the hug.

What are you thinking? I wondered. I crept into her mind...

Wow. Why is he hugging me? I haven't been hugged like this since... no. Don't think about him. He's gone and there's nothing you can do about it. Hm. Snape really does smell nice.

I stopped listening there. Who was it that was plaguing her mind?

I washed and got out of the tub before taking another sleeping potion and turning in for the night. I would mark papers tomorrow during some free time.

Or I would figure out why Atropose was so reluctant to think of her past.