Percy Weasley was cowering on the dungeon floor, hot tears running down his face in small rivers. His lover was pacing back and forth across the room, boiling with rage.

"I love you," Percy sobbed. "Why are you doing this to me?"

Snape stopped pacing and stood in front of him.

"You love no one," he said. "The only thing that you've ever loved is power."

Percy shook his head. Snape sneered at him and then continued.

"Yes Percy. I see it in you every day. It's in the arrogant way that you walk, the way you hold your head up, the pompous way that you talk. You love being a prefect because it gives you the very thing that you crave: power."

He shook his head as he stared at Percy.

"You're wrong!" Percy shouted.

He got to his feet and grabbed Snape by the sleeve, desperation in his eyes.

"Please Severus, you can't seriously think that's true? I love you more than anything. You know that. Please don't do this to us," Percy pleaded.

Snape yanked his arm out of Percy's grasp.

"There is no more us," he said coldly. "You'll just have to accept that."

"Severus -" Percy began but he was cut off by a wicked backhand that knocked him back to the floor.

"That's Professor Snape to you. Don't you dare call me Severus ever again!"

Percy gingerly touched his lip and found that it was bleeding.

"P-p-professor I'm s-s-s-sorry," he cried.

"You should be after everything you've put me through," Snape snarled.

Percy rose timidly to his feet once more but did not touch Snape.

"It's really over," he said softly, more to himself than to Snape.

"Yes is is Weasley," he said, and stalked out of the dungeon, black robes billowing behind him.

Percy sank down onto the cold stone floor and covered his face with his hands. He remained there sobbing for awhile until finally he managed to pull himself to his feet. He returned to the common room as though his body were on autopilot, not watching where he was going. Once tucked safely into bed he mulled over Snape's words. He hadn't meant to hurt Snape, hadn't meant to use him for his own perverse pleasure but that was exactly what had happened.

Percy put his pillow over his head to muffle his sobs. He felt as though there was a gaping hole in his heart and he knew that he was going to be miserable for a very long time.