Haiden put her flushed cheek against the cool stone wall. She made
her way down the stairs to the dungeons.
Snape had sent for her. She'd never been in his office. Not in the 7 years
she'd been at Hogwarts. Not in the 4 years she'd been taking advanced potions
classes. Not even in the last 2 years when she'd been recieving private lessons
her dark eyed professor.
She'd found herself staring into those eyes so often. How many times had she brushed her hand
against his as she reached for the bottle across the table? The slight touch sent shivers through
her body even now.
He'd never noticed. Never noticed how his mere presence affected her. She had decided
to love him secretly. Love him, leave Hogwarts with a broken heart and never look back.
She reached his door, twisted the latch and went inside.
"Don't you knock, Ms. Harrison?"
She jumped at the cold voice. "Sorry, professor. I-I just...You sent for me?"
His mouth twisted in a wry smile. "I did. I wanted to talk with you."
"About what, sir?" she asked as he moved to sit behind his desk.
"I wanted to know what your plans were upon graduating?"
She stiffened. "I hadn't thought sir. Something to do with potions I assure you."
He waved a hand. "I don't want your talents wasted, Ms. Harrison. That's why I
want you to stay here and teach at Hogwarts."
She had nothing to say and he continued. "Of course you wouldn't be a professor right
away. You'd have to settle for assistant. For awhile at least."
"Your assistant?" she questioned.
"Of course." he assured her. "You excell at potion making. I'd want to keep you for myself."
There was a hint of amusement in his voice, as if he knew that comments like that set
her mind to work with all sorts of possibilities.
"Why do you want to keep me here?" she said finding her voice at last.
"Dumbledore feels that-"
She cut him off quickly. "No, why you? Why do you want me here?"
For the first time in his life Severus Snape had no witty comeback. No sarcastic retort.
Not for Haiden. His Haiden. His prize pupil. The one he'd fallin in love with. The one he wanted
to keep exactly as she was now. Face flushed, brown hair spilling over her shoulders
and her eyes burning into his. His reasons weren't for her. They were all for him. His assistant.
Here always.
"You're the best Ms. Harrison. It is my custom to surround myself with capable people,
not incompetent fools."
Finally the sharp voice returned to him but he knew it was in vain. His hesitance had
betrayed him. Haiden looked down at her hands and heard his voice softer and silkier than
she'd ever heard it utter a reply that stopped her heart.
"I want you here with me."
"Why?" she whispered not looking up.
She felt his eyes on her. Boring into her very soul.
"The question is not the why but the why not?" He stood up and moved to the fire place. The only
sound filling the room was the crackling of the fire as he stared into it.
"Do you remember your first day at Hogwarts?"
"Of course I do." she murmured.
"So do I." he said slowly. "I also remember everyday after that. I remember every day you weren't
here as well. Those were eternities for me. Somehow when you're not here, you haunt my dreams."
She looked up at him in amazement to find him now looking at her, he just shrugged. "So maybe you
can tell me why? Because I cannot tell you why I pine for you every time I breathe in or out."
She stood up and made her way to him quickly. He had turned back to the fire and she
timidly reached up to touch his shoulder. He spun around quickly catching her hand in his and
pressing it to his lips.
"Tell me I'm not losing my sanity? Tell me you can cure my affliction?"
"Your not. I can."
His eyes pleaded with her. "I'm not going to lie. We live in dangerous times, and this is a
dangerous thing."
She shook her head, desperate to let him know that it didn't matter to her.
His lips moved closer to her own. Closer and closer...
Suddenly, Snape broke away clutching his arm and suprisingly at that very same moment
so did Haiden.
her way down the stairs to the dungeons.
Snape had sent for her. She'd never been in his office. Not in the 7 years
she'd been at Hogwarts. Not in the 4 years she'd been taking advanced potions
classes. Not even in the last 2 years when she'd been recieving private lessons
her dark eyed professor.
She'd found herself staring into those eyes so often. How many times had she brushed her hand
against his as she reached for the bottle across the table? The slight touch sent shivers through
her body even now.
He'd never noticed. Never noticed how his mere presence affected her. She had decided
to love him secretly. Love him, leave Hogwarts with a broken heart and never look back.
She reached his door, twisted the latch and went inside.
"Don't you knock, Ms. Harrison?"
She jumped at the cold voice. "Sorry, professor. I-I just...You sent for me?"
His mouth twisted in a wry smile. "I did. I wanted to talk with you."
"About what, sir?" she asked as he moved to sit behind his desk.
"I wanted to know what your plans were upon graduating?"
She stiffened. "I hadn't thought sir. Something to do with potions I assure you."
He waved a hand. "I don't want your talents wasted, Ms. Harrison. That's why I
want you to stay here and teach at Hogwarts."
She had nothing to say and he continued. "Of course you wouldn't be a professor right
away. You'd have to settle for assistant. For awhile at least."
"Your assistant?" she questioned.
"Of course." he assured her. "You excell at potion making. I'd want to keep you for myself."
There was a hint of amusement in his voice, as if he knew that comments like that set
her mind to work with all sorts of possibilities.
"Why do you want to keep me here?" she said finding her voice at last.
"Dumbledore feels that-"
She cut him off quickly. "No, why you? Why do you want me here?"
For the first time in his life Severus Snape had no witty comeback. No sarcastic retort.
Not for Haiden. His Haiden. His prize pupil. The one he'd fallin in love with. The one he wanted
to keep exactly as she was now. Face flushed, brown hair spilling over her shoulders
and her eyes burning into his. His reasons weren't for her. They were all for him. His assistant.
Here always.
"You're the best Ms. Harrison. It is my custom to surround myself with capable people,
not incompetent fools."
Finally the sharp voice returned to him but he knew it was in vain. His hesitance had
betrayed him. Haiden looked down at her hands and heard his voice softer and silkier than
she'd ever heard it utter a reply that stopped her heart.
"I want you here with me."
"Why?" she whispered not looking up.
She felt his eyes on her. Boring into her very soul.
"The question is not the why but the why not?" He stood up and moved to the fire place. The only
sound filling the room was the crackling of the fire as he stared into it.
"Do you remember your first day at Hogwarts?"
"Of course I do." she murmured.
"So do I." he said slowly. "I also remember everyday after that. I remember every day you weren't
here as well. Those were eternities for me. Somehow when you're not here, you haunt my dreams."
She looked up at him in amazement to find him now looking at her, he just shrugged. "So maybe you
can tell me why? Because I cannot tell you why I pine for you every time I breathe in or out."
She stood up and made her way to him quickly. He had turned back to the fire and she
timidly reached up to touch his shoulder. He spun around quickly catching her hand in his and
pressing it to his lips.
"Tell me I'm not losing my sanity? Tell me you can cure my affliction?"
"Your not. I can."
His eyes pleaded with her. "I'm not going to lie. We live in dangerous times, and this is a
dangerous thing."
She shook her head, desperate to let him know that it didn't matter to her.
His lips moved closer to her own. Closer and closer...
Suddenly, Snape broke away clutching his arm and suprisingly at that very same moment
so did Haiden.