Angel *currently being edited because I started writing this when I was younger*

7- I love her

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Was the world really as cruel to send an angel to seduce and kiss me, only to vanish when I opened my eyes? Snape rambled on in his mind. She even asked me what I want our relationship to be. I dont even know! She baffles me and makes me feel mislead...and yet I still hold her close to the heart. Could all those years spent pretending that he is void of emotions be the reason for the sudden flush of them?
I love her.
Wait what? Do I? Yes, I do. This isn't good. I cannot act on my feelings, I wouldn't even know where to start. Showing emotions never got me anywhere. But she's different. She even kissed me! But, I can't be sure if that even happened. My mind has been a swirling mass of sentiment. Snape looked down at his hands, his knuckles were white with some form of hidden anticipation. What's next? The first thought that came to mind was avoiding Eloise, however, it soon vanished as he knew that she always finds him. This only made one decision for him: he cannot back away now, he was fully immersed, and had to make a choice.
Meanwhile, Eloise was sitting quietly on her bed. The room was dim with only the soft flicker of a candle's flame to light it. She brought a slim, pale finger to her lips, and traced them over the soft expanse, imitating the touch of Snape's lips upon her own. Though he did not kiss back, she sensed his wish to dissipate in the feeling through every cell she brushed against in her short, deliberate osculation. Her breath hitched at the thought of him responding. Would he, a repressive man, ever be able to physically show that he wanted- no- needed her back. Could he ever indulge in these thoughts as Eloise did. Ever think of more than fantasies. Though she did not doubt his love for her, she was uncertain that he would make the next move. A sigh escaped her, and she moved her fingers from lips to head, and massaged out the imaginary creases that lay there.
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Meanwhile, Ali was snooping around in Snape's private lab. She suppressed a snigger, as she traced her fingers over a jar of pickled fingers. There had to be something that he treasured...something that she could take. Her eyes narrowed on a small box in the darkness end corner. Bingo! A devilish grin contorted her face, as she strode towards the box. Oh, how precious! She checked for any enchantments put on the box, and once deemed safe, she took it in one swift movement. And then she was gone.
She ran as fast as possible to Gryffindor common room.
She was breathless, but didn't care. She'd been trying to get back at Snape for giving her a detention for, what was is again? Oh yes..'Being an imbecile'. How superior of him, she thought to herself, producing a foul smirk upon her lips. Oh the revenge!
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Hello! Sorry for the short and disappointing chapter, but I felt that I had to update it really soon!
Never the less, I hope you enjoy this chapter!!!!
Please comment and vote for next chapter. I do really need some comments, even if it's like a 'hi' or something...well maybe not that. Anyway, thanks for waiting so long for this chapter!
Jenmus ;)