Forbidden Love(Severus Snape Love Story)

Chapter 3

Oh god...If I looked into a mirror right now I'm sure my face would be tomato red due to the heat I feel radiating off of it. I've been frozen in the same spot I was standing in for probably a good five minutes since he slammed the door. "That's it. I'll never be able to look him straight in the face ever again. Damn it. Idiot! He should have knocked. Yeah, it's his fault! But I should've locked the door. Technically it's my fault. Ugh what am I going to do!" I say ranting as i pace back and forth the small compartment. Finally I stop and decide I'll just forget it for now. I continue getting dressed as the train pulls in. Once it halts to a stop I grab my back pack and run down the isles and off the train so I can get to the boats. Once I'm off the train I look through the sea of students for a dyed red headed kid who oddly looks a lot like Gerard Way but is a bit taller, more like 6'1, and is a little scrawnier(above picture). I'm looking all around and you think I would find him easily with how tall he is but unfortunately i can't see over these people being the short 5'1 I am. As I'm looking I didn't notice the person lurking behind me. All of a sudden long scrawny arms wrap around my waist, pick me up and spin me around. I'm not gonna lie, I screamed just a tiny bit. Finally the giant let me down. I turned around with an annoyed expression on my face. "Jamie you're going to give me a frigin heart attack one of these days and I'm going to sue you." I say wagging my pointer finger at him. "Okay, I'd like to see that." He says while laughing at me. I huff at him and furrow my eyebrows. "Come on Jack Wagon, let's get on a carriage before they leave us." I say as I pull him along as he continues to laugh at me. As we walk to the carriages I catch professor Snape in the corner of  my eye getting on a carriage. I feel a blush creep across my face. The thought of what happened on the train plays through my mind again. Is it weird that I don't mind too much that he saw me changing? I know I shouldn't be thinking about my professor like that but, I've always felt comfortable around him. A lot of the other students hate him and I guess I can understand why. I just feel bad for him. I feel like the whole bitter ice cold attitude is a facade. I've always been intrigued by him. How swift his movements are. His passion for the Dark Arts. His capability in potions. And then there are his physical features. A lot of people talk about how ugly his is, but I disagree. I love prominent noses and he definitely has one. His eyes are like black holes I get lost day dreaming in and I fall in. And he has such long thick black hair. Sure it's greasy, but whose hair doesn't get greasy? And I feel for him, my hair gets easily greasy as well. Plus he makes potions all day so that adds to it. Ugh and those lips, I'd kiss them all day if he'd let m*THWACK* before I even knew it I was hit in the face by a newspaper. "Earth to Macy!" I turn to the culprit and of course it was Jamie. I didn't even realize we were already on the carriage. "I've been talking to you for the past five minutes, did you even hear a single thing I said?" Oh shit, let's see if I can bullshit my way out of it. "Umm we were talking about the Beatles right?" I said trying to sound convincing. "Yes." He said giving me a look trying to see if I was actually paying attention. "What did I say about them?" "How the Revolver 1966 album is the best one." I said knowingly. "It is!" He shouted and then continued going on and on why it was the best album. Figures, he's obsessed with that band. I just laugh to myself and go back to day dreaming until we finally get to the school. We all get off our carriages and head straight to the Great Hall and go to our house tables. Unfortunately Jamie is a Gryffindor so as soon as we got to the great hall we said our goodbyes and parted ways. I don't really have any friend in Hufflepuff so I tend to sit at the front of the table by myself. Not a lot of people sit down the so they can fool around without the teachers seeing so it helps me focus on my song writing and gives me some peace to day dream. I take my place at the end of the table and start writing in my "Song Writing" notebook that I brought with me to dinner and begin thinking and writing things down. As I'm writing I feel eyes burning into the side of my head. I look around and then notice to the side of me that some one was staring. Professor Snape. As soon as we made eye contact he looked the other way and continued a conversation with Professor Flitwick. I feel the heat come back to my face as a blush creeps across my cheeks. I immediately go back to staring at my notebook. Damn it. I'm such an idiot. I need to stop feeling like this around him. It's obvious we we would never be together. I'm his student. Besides, like he would ever be attracted to some one like me. He probably likes sophisticated women who are graceful, tall and has curves in all the right places. I'm only 5'1 with stumpy legs. Forget graceful, trip on air. Sure I'm not fat, but I'm not skinny either. I definitely have love handles. And I definitely wouldn't consider myself beautiful. I have bushy eyebrows that I have to wax every week to keep them in the shape I like, I have a tiny pudgy nose, a round chubby face and thin, but subtly plump lips. He would never consider being with someone like me. Suddenly I'm pulled out of my thoughts by the clanking of a glass. Ahhh the sorting ceremony.