"What are you doing here Liliana? Why aren't you in bed?" Snape sighed as he wrapped his arms around her. "I... I needed to see you, Harry asked me out on a date and I just ran." She explained, squeezing onto Snape for dear life.

He smiled to himself with relief as he felt her arms tighten around him, 'maybe she will forgive me for shagging that witch? After all, she came to ME..'

"I am here, do not fret. Come with me into my quarters and we will talk." He soothed, grabbing her hand and leading her towards the door. She stopped in her tracks and he spun around, giving her a confused look.

"Liliana, no! I promise I won't bring up any other topics, if that's what you're worried about?" He reassured her, sadly.

"We are only going to talk about Harry being my brother? you promise?"
Snape gave a small forced smile and nodded, "I promise."

As they sat down on his sofa Snape ordered his house elf to get them some chamomile tea.
He thought it to be the most soothing and relaxing variety.

"I can't look at him, Harry I mean. Knowing what I know and feeling guilty about hiding the truth from him.. I don't want his parents to be my parents! I'm sure they were lovely people but... I love my mum and dad!" Liliana sighed, gesturing every word with her hands.

"Hmm, well I can understand that because they brought you up. They will always be your parents. And they love you.. I didn't have that luxury growing up. Believe it or not Liliana you're very lucky in that respect." Snape insisted, trying his best not to say anything wrong.

"Did you not have a loving home?" She asked sadly, watching as the smile in his black eyes disappeared. "No, in fact, far from it. Liliana my childhood was nothing short of horrific."

"I guess that I am very lucky then, in that sense i have been blessed. Can you tell me what my biological parents were like? did you know them?"

Snape swallowed hard, and wished the subject would change but he knew only too well that he owed her honesty.

"Your mother was the most beautiful, kind and loving woman. Even as a girl she was perfect in every way... we were best friends as children, I loved her so very much but our friendship never developed into a relationship." Snape smiled, remembering the witch fondly.

"That girl you loved in your past! it was my mother? now I see why I remind you of her, she must have looked like me." Liliana gasped.
"I thought she did too at first, but now I've come to see the small differences. You have a beauty mark that she didn't, and your lips are more voluptuous than hers." Snape smiled, his eyes scanning her perfect face.

He reached up to touch the lips he adored so much, soft and perfectly formed. Soon they become a haze of cherry red.
"My love....." he purred, getting carried away by his lust.

"Professor......" she groaned and moved away, putting a cold emphasis on the word 'professor.'

He got the message loud and clear, she had not only friend zoned him but Professor Zoned him!

'What do you expect you idiot she asked you to promise to leave THAT part of your friendship alone for now! You shagged another witch why on earth would she forgive you!'

"I apologise, forgive me Liliana but I got carried away because i miss you so very much. I will change the subject, just please don't go." Snape begged, truly sorry for messing up again.

"I'm not leaving, not until you tell me about my father anyway." She grinned, eager to learn more about where she came from.

"Your father was a complete wankflap."
Snape sneered, the witch next to him looking at him in complete shock.

"Did you just call my father a....."
"Don't say that word! I can, you can't." Snape cut in, still unable to completely detach from his harsh and authoritative ways.

"Why didn't you like him?" Lil asked nervously, wondering if he had done something awful. Truly awful...

"He bullied me for years, tormenting me daily for most of my time here as a student and the. he stole your mother away from me... Oh, might I add that in my opinion he was partly to blame for her death. Shall I list any more reasons or is that enough? Hmm?" He spat, angry at the memories of James Potter.

"Ok, sorry. I didn't mean to ask too much..."

"You didn't, I'm sorry, you deserve to know your history. Though, you're probably better off discussing your father with the headmaster." Snape sighed.

"My parents are coming tomorrow, will you be there?" She asked with hope in her green eyes, he couldn't refuse those emerald gems if he wanted to.

"If you want me to be there, I will not leave your side, my love."

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