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Post by Severus Snape on Jan 17, 2013 5:25:47 GMT
He was standing outside the Gryffindor common room. Lily exited the portrait, glaring at him. "What?" she asked, her arms crossed over her chest. She obviously didn't want to talk to him. "I'm sorry," he said softly. "I didn't mean to--" He paused, afraid of what she was going to say. " --to call me Mudblood? But you call everyone of my birth Mudblood, Severus. Why should I be any different?" She turned to walk away, to go back into the portrait. Severus grabbed her hand. "Because I never loved any of them, that's why!" He looked into her stunning green eyes, and she put a hand to his face. "Oh, Sev..." Everything started to go black and even though he tried to hug her to him, she was gone.
Severus woke with a start, banging his knee off the table. He was in a rarely-used classroom and had been studying for Defence Against the Dark Arts. The recurring dream seemed to latch onto his brain and refused to leave him alone. That dream always took that route, the brave Severus route, where he told her how he felt about her. How she accepted his love for her. It would never have happened in real life but at least he could pretend she loved him in dreams. As he rubbed his sore knee, he checked the time on his watch. It was nearly quarter after two in the morning -- way past curfew. No one else in his dormitory would say anything; they didn't really care where he went, whether he was gone, and if he was coming back.
It was late and he still needed to take a bath. He wasn't particularly tired anymore which was good. He would need his wits about him to keep from being caught tonight. Severus packed his brown messenger bag full of his items and slipped out of the room, then down the hall to the bathrooms. It was very unlikely that anyone else would be in there, making it the perfect time to go. Being the scrawny, greasy nerd that he was, he was easy prey alone in the bathrooms away from professors' watchful eyes. There was no one in the bathroom but he bathed quickly. He'd been caught in the bathroom before and it wasn't something he wanted to happen again. At least they hadn't taken his clothes that time.
After dressing himself, he stood at the mirror, running his hands through his still-wet hair. There was a noise at the door. His heart beating quickly, he tightened his grip on his wand and waited silently. He didn't want to be noticed if he didn't have to be.
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