The love life of Severus Snape according to Harry J. Potter:
”He pushed the door ajar and peered inside—and a horrible scene met his eyes. Snape and Filch were inside, alone. Snape was holding his robes above his knees.”
”Now, I don’t want any of you youngsters to worry—you’ll still have your Potions master when I’m through with him, never fear!”
”Wouldn’t it be great if they finished each other off?” Ron muttered in Harry’s ear
“Was he imagining it, or were Snape‘s eyes flickering toward Lupin more often than was natural?”
“I want to talk now, while you can’t slip off, Severus. You’ve been avoiding me.”
“Tell me, how is Lucius Malfoy these days? I expect he’s delighted his lapdog’s working at Hogwarts.”
“Sirius pushed his chair roughly and stride around the table toward Snape, pulling out his wand as he went; Snape whipped out his own.”
“Snape!” ejaculated Slughorn.
”I prefer not to put all of my secrets in one basket, particularly not a basket that spends so much tile dangling on the arm of Lord Voldemort.”
”Snape’s Patronus was a doe,” said Harry, “the same as my mother’s because he loved her for nearly all of his life, from the time when they were children.”
”He desired her, that was all,” sneered Voldemort, but when she was gone he agreed that there were other women, and of purer blood, worthier of him—“