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Snape pulling his arm away from her as he shifted in his seat to face Marcella. How could she say that he didn't want her; that he had never wanted her? Did she not realize how she affected him? How a simple touch or even a glance would set him on fire? That it took every ounce of self control to sit here and stay in this place rather than swoop her up and take her with him into hiding somewhere, anywhere? But, he couldn't do that to her, it was no life for such a vibrant, young, beautiful, woman. And besides, he deserved his sentence and owed it to Dumbeldore, who would no doubt find him anyway should he run off, to accept the consequences of his actions.
As much as he wanted to tell her all this, Snape knew Marcella would hear none of it. So, he looked into her expectant eyes and responded, "Anything."
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