I sat down in the sitting room and Professor Snape handed me a glass of red wine, I thanked him and took it, his eyes never left mine for a second. I looked down to concentrate on the deep red liquid swirling around in my glass as I gently moved it. He took a seat opposite me in a very worm looking armchair. "So, what is this about?" I piped up before thinking, "well, as much as I'm unhappy about you being here, you are. So we might as well learn to get along... Get to know each other a bit." He drawled silkily. "So, what exactly do you want to know?" I asked, trying to keep it light.

"You say this is a fictional world... Do you have any history of mental illness? Perhaps it's genetic?" He asked, I was shocked and rather annoyed. "Just because you don't believe me like Dumbledore does, it doesn't mean I'm telling lies. And no, I do not have a history of anything" I snapped, he raised his eyebrows defensively. "Calm down it was a question not an assumption." "It was an assumption and you know it." I groaned, "then I apologise." He sighed, "you apologise? well I never..." I scoffed sarcastically.

Silence filled the room as he drank his way through a second glass of wine, "My turn. So why are you alone?" "Who says I'm alone." "You forget I have read your history..." I explained. "I am not alone, nor am I lonely. I said we could get to know each other 'a bit' I think you're pushing it, dear." "Don't patronise me I'm not your dear. I'm just asking you a question." I shook my head, this was like talking to a brick wall.

"Fine, do you have a lover in the 'real world'? Is that why you're so bloody angsty? Missing him? There's probably lots of them. Are you Lacking your daily intake of cock?" He snorted. "Are you fucking kidding me? How dare you speak to me that way!" I roared throwing my glass against the wall and jumping up from the sofa. "Oh, well it looks like I touched a nerve there doesn't it!" He snapped. "Actually I'm single, because I want to be single. Unlike you! You're only single because that girl didn't want you!" I sneered, if he was gonna give it, he had better take it. "Don't you ever talk about Lily like that, I'm warning you." He seethed, I could see tears forming in his eyes but he was not going to let them fall... I knew that much.

"Oh please, you make me out to be a slag? Actually I'm still a virgin. Yes! even though I'm really 21. And as for you, You've probably never seen a pussy since the day you came out of one! You're a cruel and nasty man Severus Snape." I spat about to storm back to my room. "No man is desperate enough to touch you, you insolent brat!" He spat venomously gulping down the contents of his glass and slamming it down. I lost it, I marched towards him, bent over and slapped his face. Hard.

He grabbed me and pulled me down onto his lap, and launched himself at my mouth. I was knocked sideways by his passionate kiss, I actually froze while I processed it. I pulled away and looked at him, I was annoyed that he had the nerve to do that. Before I could get up she shoved me off and I landed hard on the floor. "I wouldn't want you anyway... you're a stupid and unattractive brat!!"

I climbed up from the floor, clutching my arm and ran from the room, I went in my room and threw myself on to the bed. "Argh" I yelped as I landed on my arm. Axel rubbed against me and licked my arm, it made me chuckle slightly. "Thanks Axel." I whispered slowly, petting him. I turned onto my good arm and just stared out of the window. I watched as birds flew past, it was as if they were dancing. That's when I heard his voice.

"Sophia." He called out, as he knocked at my door. "Go away." I cried, "Sophia, please hear me out. I am sorry." I could hear he was crying a little, I heard him sniffing.
I hoped he would just go away, but he was persistent. Eventually he opened my door using magic and slunk into the room. He knelt down beside my bed and tried to take my hand from under the pillow. "Do not touch me." I said, pulling my hand away making my arm hurt at the sudden movement. "Did I hurt you? Sophia I'm so sorry" he pleaded trying to touch me again. "What did I just say?" I scowled, "please, let me see it." He insisted and I let him look at his handy work. "Happy now?" I sighed. "It's going to bruise... I should give you a potion." "I don't want one." "Sophia..." "Please, just leave it. It will be fine by itself it's just a knock" I insisted, he nodded.

He reached his hand up and stroked my face and I shuddered, I could tell he felt it. "I really am sorry. For hurting you... and I didn't mean any of the things I said. You're beautiful and I should never have referred to you as..." He paused. "Hungry fo...."
"Please. Don't say it" he cringed. "Let's just forget about it shall we." "You? Forgive me?"
He smiled stroking my face and lips with his fingers. "Yes. I don't want to have to speak to you though so please don't talk to me." His face dropped as he listened. "I need to tell you something else." He insisted. "No. You don't...." I pressed so he got the message.
He sighed defeatedly and got up, placing s gentle kiss in my forehead and whispering...

"I meant it when I kissed you earlier." And then he was gone.