When In The Hell Did I Decide To Be In Love With You? (Severus Snape Love Story)

I sat in the large, damp and cold potions room, alone. Again. For some reason I kept finding myself early to potions. For four years I have been. It had nothing to do with my crush on the teacher, Professor Snape, and was probably just from me wanting to go on with the day. Probably.
I toke out my headphones and served through my i-Tunes songs to find 'HeartBeat' by The Fray. As soon as I got the song started, a cold, charming voice slithered into my ear. "Miss. Riverton... you're early. Again," It drawled and I turned around to see the professor himself, standing tall and straight as usual with his dark robes circling his feet. "I got out of class early. Again," I told him, matching his tone to a T. He smirked and gazed at me straight in the eye, something only he did because nobody else dared to meet my gaze. His cold dark eyes searched my greenish/grey eyes for something. A flash of a memory passed through my eyes. It was of my family when my mom got back together with my biological dad. It was a happy memory and I thought I saw Professor Snape smile, or at least a side of his mouth twitched up. Then I saw another memory. It was of my step-dad, before my mom dumped him, beating me. Straight away, a tear streaked down my face. Snape's eyes flickered with pain and he looked away as students filed into the classroom. "Stay after class for a minute, Miss. Riverton," Snape's chocolatley voice drawled out. I simply nodded, unable to speak, and wiped the tear off my cheek. He had used legilimency on me and I just let him waltz in and see something nobody knew about. I so need to kick my azz after class.