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The door opened and Lockhart walked into the stone room.  His brilliant smile and perfectly groomed gold hair caused the room to brighten by three shades. That’s how it seemed, at least.

“Samantha!” He said.  He took one look at the dreary potion’s master, and turned up the charm. If his teeth could get any brighter and his hair get any shinier, it just did. “I’m sorry, did I interrupt something?”  Snape looked back at Samantha, who in turn looked at him.  

“Yes, you did.” He said, “We were in the midst of an important discussion.”

“Oh, well I can wait.”  Lockhart leaned against the wall, folding his arms.

“It will take a while.”

The DADA professor’s beaming smile faded.

“Oh…well…maybe I’ll catch you after classes, Samantha.”  He waited for an answer, but seeing that all he would get was a nod, he left quickly. Samantha mouthed the words ‘thank you’ to Snape, who nodded stiffly to her.  

“Now, on to that important discussion.” She stood up, and approached the man again.

“What important discussion?”

“We need to talk.” Her voice took on a familiar softness as she placed a tender hand on his arm. “About Lily…”

“I told you before, there’s nothing to talk about.”  He made a move for the door again, this being the third attempt for an escape.  Samantha kept a firm grip on his arm.

“Wait! Severus you can’t tell me that!” She pressed her cheek against his back, putting her other hand on his free arm. “I know. You told me. Remember?  I was her best friend…besides you.  She told me things also.”

“The mumblings of a Hogwarts student is nothing to take seriously.” He said.

“I recall you weren’t much like other students, Severus.”

“A child is a child.”

“You were seventeen.” She rubbed his arm. That seemed to be an annoying tendency of hers.

“Will you unhand me?!” He snapped, jerking out of her grip.  He straightened his sleeves, glowering at the Arithmancy teacher as he did so.  “You speak as though you remember me.  If you did, you wouldn’t touch me. You know I hated that.”

“When you were thirteen you loved it,” she corrected with a reminiscent smile.  Samantha usually didn’t let Severus’ moods faze her.  It was hard now, however. She usually didn’t receive the full force of his bitterness.

“There is a large difference between thirteen and seventeen, and an even larger gap for change between seventeen and thirty-six.” He reminded coldly, recalling the last day they spoke with one another.  The chill in his voice caused Samantha’s skin to prickle, giving her the same feeling of helplessness that came with the presence of dementors.

“I’m sorry I didn’t keep in touch- there were so many things going on…” her voice faded.

“No apologies required.  I’m not upset about it at all.”  

Samantha was surprised, hurt, and maybe even a little broken.  Snape took this opportunity to leave unhindered.  The door slammed shut behind him, and Samantha leaned against her desk, a sudden pain swelling in her chest. She choked on the sensation, salty liquid pooling in the corners of her eyes.
the rest of part 10
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LauraLF Featured By Owner Sep 4, 2007  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
:( poor Sam... and poor Snape...

Cant wait for the next chapter
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neecolette Featured By Owner Sep 3, 2007
Snapes like, Can't touch this! haha Poor Sammy :(
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