Unforgivable (A Severus Snape Love Story)

Chapter 11

Posey's POV

I didn't expect him to go for it, but he actually let me snuggle with him! As a cat, anyway. Besides, he knew that if he scared me or something, I have claws and will use them.

Of course, it also meant that he could get away with being a sweet, caring person who has a soft side. I never thought I would see that side of him, to be honest. He always seemed too closed off.

I turned back into my normal self for a while, and I would ask him random questions.

"Sev, why are you so closed off emotionally?" He didn't answer at first. Was this a touchy subject for him? Then, when he did speak, it was heartbreaking.

"I suppose you have a right to know. I fell madly in love at a young age. She was my best friend. We both came to Hogwarts and were hoping to be sorted into the same house. That didn't happen, though. She was a Gryffindor. We were still friends, though. Then I was bullied by four awful boys in her house. She defended me every time, until one day in our fifth year. I called her a name, and can never forgive myself for it. She married the boy who tortured me the most. Now she's gone. Dead. For about fourteen years now." He looked away from me. I scooted closer to him on the sofa.

"You remind me of her sometimes. Muggleborn, brilliant, and will always stand up to others. You're kind, understanding, and you have anger management issues. Just like Lily."

Lily. Lily who?

"Lily who?" I asked, nervous.

"Her name was Lily Evans when I knew her. She died Lily Potter." Harry Potter's mum? So that's who broke his heart.

"I'm sorry," I said. He looked at me quizzically. "If I loved a dead man, I don't think I could still be alive. You're very strong."

He looked down at his arm and glared at where I knew the Dark Mark was.

"I'm being called. I'm sorry. I'll be back." He kissed my forehead before aparating. Apparently, Dumbledore gave him special privileges. I stretched out on the couch and turned into a cat so I could sleep.

When I woke up, I heard the door slam and Snape stumbled in. He fell right next to the sofa. I shot up and turned back into my normal self.

His arm was soaked in blood and he looked terrible.

"Severus, what happened?" I asked worriedly. He groaned.

"I was late," he said, wincing. "It was punishment." I took my wand out and tried to fix it, but he wouldn't let me.

"No. It'll only get worse. I have to." He fished for his wand and I stepped back while he magically bandaged his arm. I still didn't know why I couldn't do that for him. Stinking men, having to be so independent.

"Sev, what can I do to help?" He looked at me curiously.

"Why would you want to help me? I'm a Death Eater and a cruel teacher."

"First of all, you aren't really a Death Eater. Second, as a teacher, you cannot afford to be everyone's best friend if you want them to succeed. I want to help you because... I don't know."

He leaned against my shoulder and sighed.

"Sev," I said, "What are you thinking about right now?"

"How wrong it would be to take you right now on this couch." Well. That was a shock. I stammered.

"Uh... Well... Uh..." His eyes widened.

"I'm so sorry," he said, standing up and walking across the room. "I don't know what came over me."

I stood and made my way over to him, snaked my arms around his waist, and rested my head against his back.

"Why apologise? I didn't reject the idea." He removed my arms from his waist and cleared his throat.

"I believe you have classes in the morning."

"Tomorrow is Saturday." He turned away and walked to his bedroom. Soon after he shut the door, I heard a loud CRASH. Anger management issues, I guess.

"Sev?" I asked, knocking on the door. No answer. I groaned in frustration. He was such a moody teenager sometimes!! But I guess that's part of why I liked him so much.

I tried the doorknob. It was unlocked. I opened the door and saw Snape sitting on the floor with his head in his arms.

I touched his arm and he looked up. I put a hand on his cheek. "Don't be sorry. It wasn't bad." He closed his eyes and gently pushed me away from him.

"Go to sleep," he commanded.

"Not until you are in bed with the lights out, about to go to sleep," I responded, shaking my head. He sighed and stood up, making his way over to the bed. He removed basically everything but his boxers before climbing into bed. I turned into a cat and leapt onto the bed with him. He blew out the candle on the bedside table and rolled over to go to sleep.

I curled up at the crook of his knees, and my last thought before falling asleep was,

Man. I hope he doesn't fart in his sleep.

Snape, of course, was listening, so he proceeded to laugh his ass off as I drifted off to sleep.