Nothing Hurts Like LoveIt was the end of yet another Potions class. As everyone else filed out the door, only one lagged behind. He made his way to the front of the classroom, stopping only when he reached the large, wooden desk.Nothing Hurts Like Love
"Professor."
Snape glanced up from the pile of essays he was about to grade and found himself looking into the emerald green eyes of Harry Potter.
"Yes, Potter?" he questioned, sounding faintly annoyed. He had hoped that Harry would have just left the class, instead of staying behind. He'd caught the boy staring at him throughout the lesson and it had gotten on his nerves. "Well, what is it?" Snape sn
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“Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields”
Christopher Marlowe
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“Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields”
Christopher Marlowe
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