He sees me

By Morgan Lefay (Lynsey W.)

I do not own these characters.

How often is it that boys look at me?

Admittedly since my 6th year I have grown up, in looks and mind.

Yet even when they finally noticed how pretty I became, they never saw me, because they didn't want to.

They had known me for so long that they really knew me, even Ron an Harry didn't know everything about me, which is probably why I started to spend most nights on the Astronomy tower before I went to bed, to think about life and what I wanted to do with it, and mostly who I wanted to spend the rest of it with.

My friends think that I am not human enough to have thoughts like this, they think I am completely happy being seen as just a brain, forgetting that I am a person with wants and needs just like their own, but because I don't go round broadcasting it to any hormonal person of the opposite sex they forget, and in some ways I am happy that they do.

Because even though I love them dearly, they drive me nuts when it comes to meddling.

I knew I wasn't the only one on that tower late at night, just as he knew he wasn't, and we were both happy that way, blissfully ignoring each other until he sat next to me, and asked why I came here so often, when I had friends waiting for me in the common room. I didn't expect him to understand how I felt, after all, he was a proud slytherin who didn't need anyone or anything, what could I, a measly Gryffindor have to be sad about?

When I hadn't answered he just sat, beside me until the wee hours of the morning when the rest of the world was sleeping but us, and walked me to my room.

Never speaking, just happy to be in one another's presence.

In time I grew to look forward to these meetings, which were a very regular event which no one else knew about, not my friends, not his colleagues, no one. We didn't need to tell people what we had, as even we didn't know quite what it was.

Our silence was replaced by intellectual conversations and heated arguments, to silly bantering and flirtatious comments, until the eve of my graduation, when he asked me my plans for the future.

"I don't know" I admitted, staring at the clear sky above, wondering how many stars there were in the universe.

I don't think we said anything more than an hour until his dark voice broke my thoughts. "I have a home, in Italy, its beautiful, my mothers family pass it down through the generations in hopes to preserve it"

"Sounds wonderful"

"It is, I haven't been there since she died, I promised her to only take the women that I loved and intended to spend the rest of my life with, the keep it a secret, so the Snape family would always be protected" he barely spoke above a whisper, but I heard everything he said, my heart breaking at the thought of him finding someone else, and sharing his soothing presence, when I was going out into the world, alone, and would more than likely lose contact with the one person I felt most comfortable around.

He was my best friend.

Not to belittle Ron and Harry of course, but they had grown into men of their own, and wanted to see the adventures women held, giving her extra time to herself, to grow and gain secrets they would never understand.

"I'm sure she would love it"

"Hermione, What are your plans this summer?" He asked again, looking at her intently with his black eyes, trying desperately to get the message across.

"Going to Italy, with the man I love" I remember looking back at him, seeing all the stars reflected in his eyes, before he closed them and leaned his lips to mine.

Nobody sees me the way he does, and its because of how he sees me that I don't want to be seen by anyone else.

End

Hope you liked it, just a bit of fluff, which needed to be written!