different eyesight

That girl's smile when she was happy to be in Gryffindor was bright and innocent. It's like a smile. of an eleven year old girl. After a moment, the picture she saw changed. When the owner of that sight was hiding by the window waiting for Encourage the young girl you love to stay away.

She tried to command the broom to rise. But its power was less than that of a mixed-blood or a pure-blood, making it extremely difficult for her to command it. Seeing that she might be at the bottom of the class and might be teased by the Slytherins, the flicker of the owner of the hidden gaze's fingertips caused the broom to float up into the delicate palm of his hand. He knew. Diva

Helping her like this wouldn't be very good. But just seeing her bright smile, he would have to give in.

Those images are not dreams. But it was the memories that flowed into the dark-haired man's mind when he was absent-mindedly looking for that girl with wavy, light brown hair. Unique brown eyes, brightness, intelligence that comes with A little arrogant Everything blends together flawlessly.

The only disadvantage is that he is a person who doesn't agree with his heart much, from the point where we should love each other well. It turned out to be hated by her. But how will you be hated? He still did it for her for no reason.

'Is that...is that called love?'

This question always comes up. Throughout the years Even though I didn't get a clear answer from myself. But it's enough to answer. I have a hunch that what is happening might be called love. The love he has never given to anyone for a long time. Maybe it was this girl that he opened up to. I gave it to her...

The moonlight tonight is quite bright. But inside this tall black-haired man's room, it was no different from a moonless night. There were only three windows a few centimeters above the ground, enough to allow moonlight to shine into the room beneath. This gloomy, scary-looking land

Even though that girl was sitting in the same room as him. But it seems so far away The reason she was in the office His thing in the middle of the night like this definitely didn't come willingly or on his own. The reason that doesn't make sense with his self-will He kept her confined to this room.

A few minor conditions that would make her willing to be detained often would not be impossible. Be quarantined alone or your house points will be deducted. Of course, the public must come first for this woman.

"Granger," a calm, calm voice spoke, breaking the silence.

"yes? Professor,” some of the people sitting and reading books responded impatiently.

“What would you say if I said something you didn't expect to hear from me?”

"Uh...like what?"

“If I say If you come under house arrest every day, I won't deduct a single point from your house.”

“If you answer from your heart. I probably won't believe it...- -”

“And if I say I don't hate you.”

“I might believe this.”

The tall man turned his chair around to face the thin figure. He placed both hands flat on the armrests of his favorite chair. The atmosphere seemed to be quiet again, but the conversation that had been interrupted came back again.

“If I tell you that I like you, will you believe me?”

The sound of that question stopped. Everything was quiet, as if the audience had not heard the question. But the effort of the person asking is still there. He turned his chair around and found that she was already looking at him. When he made eye contact with her for a split second, she pretended to lower her head and read the book in her hand, not stopping until it became unnatural.

"How is it going? ... Granger,” he asked again, his tone changing but still calm.

“I probably... don't believe it.” The voice that answered was clearly frightened.

"So? I thought you would believe the bad joke I played on you tonight."

“Professor, this is a joke. It doesn't have legs at all.” The girl's face clearly turned pale.

“Not really. but from my heart It's not funny.”

A tall man rose from his favorite chair. He walked around the reception table until the people sitting there began to tremble, fearing that he might have annoyed her to the point of madness before morning. If that were the case, it would be very scary for her.

The second hand completes one revolution. But it seems like a very long time for him and her. One minute has elapsed. How many times did their hearts beat?

'Okay, right now, I accidentally said it!'

When so decided The tall man then rushed towards some figure who was sitting with his head bowed, causing her to flinch. A delicate hand pushed his chest with all its might. But they couldn't push him away even a little. When he could not move away, he used both his arms to prevent him from escaping. But her stubbornness made her think of slipping under his arm and getting out of here.

Every move had been clearly seen since she started thinking like that. He was able to catch her before she could run away from him.

Some bodies struggled with all their might. But a tall and strong body is always superior. He pulled her onto his lap. She had never been this close to him before. They were so close they could smell each other's bodies. His tense face rested on the small of his back. The body that I want to embrace In the past, I could only watch.

But now I got what I wanted. A certain body that should be cherished is now in his embrace... whatever will happen will happen.

“Granger…” His always calm voice suddenly became smooth.

"Let me go, Professor Snape." Some of them continued to struggle.

"Hermione…" The voice sounded more pleading.

“Do you hate me?…”

Even though I didn't get the answer. But some people stopped resisting. Hermione let him lie there without looking at him. Maybe she doesn't know how to put on her face right now. Snape, feeling that he must have frightened her, slowly relaxed his embrace and let her go. But the answer may be beyond his expectations.

“I don't hate you…” A slightly trembling voice answered the question that had been left open for a long time.

Just that indirect answer made him clearly understand the meaning she meant. Some turned towards him but kept their heads down. If it weren't for the fact that I couldn't put on a good face, I would definitely be embarrassed. She was pulled into another hug, overflowing with joy.

"I still have a chance. Thank you, Hermione." The voice sounded palpably happy.

"It's almost midnight. I'd like to leave first, Professor."

The tall man lifted the small man slightly and placed him on the sofa he was sitting on. Then he went to open the room door and walked out for a while, when he didn't see any figures following him out. So he leaned forward into his own office. He saw that the girl was looking at him as well.

“Aren't you going to come back?”

“K...?” The girl looked a little puzzled.

“I'm going to send it here. If you delay, you will change your mind and walk on your own.”

The atmosphere in the dungeon is not pleasant. The look changed as the host began to smile and laugh. His smile was incredibly charming. Maybe it was because I hadn't seen him smile cheerfully once. The figure who had just come out of the room ran behind him, walking beside him like a child who was afraid of being left alone.

He pulled her close and gently rubbed her head. It wasn't often that Hermione had seen her professor in such a good mood. In fact, it was the first time she'd ever seen her.

As they walked and teased each other, the time passed quickly. The time of happiness is so short. In a moment, the two figures stopped in front of the Gryffindor house. Snapeja had to let go of the arm that was holding her shoulders. Their eyes met completely different from before. The silence made Hermione think he didn't have anything to say to her and forced her to tell her the password to the house.

"See you tomorrow..." Snape said before she entered.

"... yes"

This full moon night may become a night that will change things to seem brighter than before. At least now his eyes The way he looked at the world that he once thought was boring changed. The days and nights that you let it pass by may require you to think about and plan how best to use it in order to feel the most worthwhile.

So that tomorrow will be another happiest day.

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