Sweet Serenity

Chapter 11

-- Could You? --

(A/N: DISCLAIMER!!! I don't own the song, nor the lyric video. Carry on then C:)

Snape's POV

Quietly eating my dinner was one of my favorite thing to do. I don't usually chatter with the other staffs here since that is not the reason I came here to teach, I just need to endure more years until I know that the Potter boy is alright. This is for Lily, my lovely Lily. Oh how I miss you so, I stared at my empty plate as memories of me and Lily rushed.

"Severus?", an old voice snapped me back to reality.

"Yes?", I said coldly.

"Are you done with your dinner?", he asks as his eyes twinkled with curiosity.

"Obviously." I said with a bored tone.

Knowingly he would ask me a favor, I simply nodded. I went to the castle grounds and opened the gate, once I have walked a few meters away the gate, I apparated. I landed on a familiar mansion, The Malfoy mansion. I hate being here, especially at this hour.

Knocking heavily three times on the door, it finally opened.

"Severus", a slithering sound.

"Lucius.", I replied.

"What may I please you with at this time of night?", he offers me to enter.

"The old fool wanted me to visit you and question you.", I sneered.

"About what?", he offered me tea and I refused.

"If you know when the Dark Lord will be rising again.", looking at the huge window near the fireplace.

The conversation went on for about two more hours and looks like will be longer than I have expected. I excused myself momentarily to write a short message to that foolish girl, 'At least that will make her occupied' I sighed after tying the rolled parchment at the leg of my raven. It flew quickly, knowing who the message belongs to. I hope she'll be out of trouble when I arrive back, sighing again before I entered the lounge to continue the paused conversation.

Your POV

It's been like an hour of my scrubbing the floor but it's not yet clean. I've been used on this since I am the one who cleans the house every summer, but this one is a pain! I don't know if he has charmed this to stay dirty. I think my arms will fall of if I still continue, my mind is now contemplating whether I should continue or not. 'But if I stop and he catches me not cleaning, I'll be in more trouble than ever.' I heavily sighed. 'Oh I know!' I stand up carefully and grab my wand, with a flick of my wrist, a small electric keyboard pops up and I conjured it to play itself magically then I go back on cleaning while singing one of my favorite song, that actually shows how I am feeling these past few days.

(Play the song at this part)

Even if you see my scars
Even if I break your heart
If we're a million miles apart
Do you think you'd walk away?
If I get lost in all the noise
Even if I lose my voice
Flirt with all the other boys
What would you say?

The idea of loving your professor who is the most hated person here in the castle is most pathetic idea one could come up with, but even if he had hurt my feelings I still can't stop loving him. I can't help but to re-imagine the earlier event where he had lifted my face just to look at him, there was pain in his eyes but was quickly covered by his usual stoney expression.

Could you?
Could you?
Could you love me anyway?

Who would even love someone like me? Absolutely Snape has a high standard, maybe he's even seeing someone that's why he's running late. But I've never seen him intimate with anybody, not even close on giving a smile. I do greet him a lot in my first up to third year, he does nod at me as an acknowledgement, but I can't get my hopes up by just that, right? I mean he did say that he was disappointed at me.

Is it for better or for worse
Or am I just your good time girl?
Can you still hold me when it hurts
Or would you walk away?
Even if I scandalize you
Cut you down and criticize you
Tell a million lies about you
What would you say?

I continued singing as I was almost done with cleaning the floor, slowly I remember that I am all alone in this world. Great, I guess singing this wasn't going to make me feel better. But... until when am I going to be lonely? I haven't experienced the feeling of being truly loved by someone. I wish my parents we're still here, alive.

Could you?
Could you?
Could you?
Could you love me anyway?
Could you? (Aw, could you?)
Could you? (Could you?)
Could you?
Could you love me anyway?
Could you?

Tears slowly began to build up, making my vision blurry. Trying to fight the urge to cry since having someone seeing me cry wasn't nice at all. I just sniffed and sniffed but I fail on stopping to leak.

Could you? (Could you still love me?)
Could you? (Pick up the pieces of me?)
Could you? (Could you still love me?)
Could you love me anyway?
Could you? (Ooh, could you still love me?)
Could you? (Pick up the pieces of me?)
Could you? (Could you still love me?)
Could you love me anyway?
Could you? (Could you catch me when I fall?)
Could you? (And we rise above it all)
Could you? (And hold me when it hurts)
Like it's the end of the world

Could you?Could you?
Could you?
Could you?

I finished the last lyric of the song with a whisper, when suddenly I hear footsteps nearing my direction.

"Miss Burns...", I slowly look up, meeting a hurt expression.