Dear Professor Snape...

In my 30-day, 30-letter challenge. Day 2 is to write a letter to your crush.

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Dear Professor Snape,

I don't know when our relationship began. Some time between me learning who Harry-bloody-Potter was and holy-shit-fanfiction, I fell in love with you.

You're misunderstood. And not in a "Oh you wanted water with ice? I forgot the ice!" kind of misunderstood. More like, "Ohhh you speak Parselmouth we just thought you were loony so we locked you up in St. Mungo's" kind of misunderstood.

I'm sorry for what you've dealt with. Between Dumbledore and Voldemort, it's hard for you to get back to me, I understand.

The thing is, Alan-the-man-with-the-sexy-voice-and-oh-dear-god-is-he-REALLY-64-Rickman defined you. He turned you from a sneering, heartless bastard to a sexy beast.

Well, part sexy beast. You're still part sneering, heartless, bastard-teacher, excuse me, "Professor".

But it's okay. Because I still love you. My computer wallpaper was you. I have drawings of you on my door at home. And at school? I might kiss your picture every night before I go to bed*.

Life with you has its ups and downs. Mostly ups. Downs are when you start deducting points from Gryffindor and making fun of Hermione's teeth.

Not cool, Snape, not cool.

But most of the time, you're just stressed! You've got to report to Voldemort, report to Dumbledore, and deal with dunderheads that attempt to blow up the dungeons in Potions.

So, you take care of you, Snape. And I'll be waiting for you when you're ready.

Probably in your bed.

Love,

Me.

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So there's that! A nice little letter to Professor Snape where I tell him it's okay to be him. But also give a few hints at hurry-the-fuck-up-and-realize-you-love-me-too. I think it went over well.

Teaser for tomorrow: "Remember that time I beat up my sister and then cried and she got in trouble?"

Until then!

--R.

*Not necessarily true. Maybe.