Disclaimer:- I didn't invent any of the characters that I am going to use in my story. That honour belongs to J.K.Rowling.

This is my first ever fan fiction, so I'd really appreciate any comments you might have – good or bad. I'd prefer the good ones though:) If you've got any suggestions for the storyline too, maybe something you'd like to happen? There is a plot, but I'm writing as I go so there's always space for extra bits.

Hope you like it :)

Chapter 1 – Midnight Memories

Serverus stared morosely out the window, at the cloudless night sky. The sun had disappeared behind the mass of jagged mountains far in the distance. The sky, despite the lateness of the hour, was splashed with deep purple, and the crescent moon cast a ghostly glow across the valley from where it hung in the midnight sky.

Dressed only in a black silk gown, he sighed quietly, resting his head on the cold glass, before raising his head and sighing again. He turned his head, and gazed at the sleeping body lying in his bed. The girl lay all but naked, with only a sheet to hide what dignity remained with her. Her long dark hair tumbled down the sides of her face, and across her breasts. One hand lay next to her cheek, the other across her chest, which moved rhythmically from her gentle breathing. Her eyelids fluttered in her sleep. She looked so peaceful, so beautiful and yet to Severus she was disgusting.

No, that wasn't quite right. She was beautiful, but she disgusted him because of what he had done to her. He was disgusted with himself. He hated himself for the way he was. He wished to change, but he didn't know how. And yet, at the same moment he pitied himself, and the sleeping girl. She had no idea, or she soon wouldn't. Also, there was a hidden shred of pleasure that rippled through his body, that caused the tiny hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end, with nervous excitement, and shivers travelled down his spine as he relived the night's events.

It had begun about 8 o'clock. Snape had been down in one of his teaching dungeons. He chosen the one furthest down in the Earth, which also made it the most depressing place to be. No natural light could enter the room. The only light was from a few burning torches that hung in brackets on the stone walls, that dripped with icy water, and where moss and other lichens grew sporadically, enjoying the dampness.

A knock on the wooden door.

"Enter", snapped Snape, without turning around from arranging a variety of different concoctions in his potions cupboard.

The heavy door creaked and groaned as it was pushed open. A dark haired girl entered. Her hair hung in a long plait down the side of her face. Her brown eyes seemed to sparkle in the darkness, but her face wore a sullen expression, coupled with a hint of fear. She took a few steps into the room, and then hesitating, she stopped.

"Come in Patil", said Snape solemnly, "we haven't got all night".

Parvati entered the room, closing the door behind. She walked towards the oaken desk, and stood before it. Her hands clasped in front of her, and her head slightly bowed.

Snape turned around, and stared at the figure before him. She was a good choice he decided. When it came to these things, you had to get it right. Too young, that wasn't any good. Too old, well that took the amusement and pleasure out of it. It had to be a girl, as she began to blossom into adulthood. Still innocent and naive, as she learned about her body, and development, but with the knowledge of what she was about to become.

Parvati was a good choice thought Snape. At fifteen, it was illegal, but what he was about to do was illegal anyway, so her age was irrelevant.

"Please sit", said Snape gesturing with his hand and producing a chair out of thin air, for her to sit on.

Parvati raised her head, and sat down. Her hands remained clasped, but her eyes met those of the Potions master. Inky eyes met her brown ones. His eyes seemed like never-ending, sinister tunnels. For a few moments, the pair kept their line of sight locked with each other.

Finally Snape broke the silence.

"You know why you're here Patil"

She nodded, the fear even more pronounced in her eyes.

"I won't tolerate consistent talking in my classes Patil. You, and Miss Brown are a constant source of annoyance to me. I find your childish behaviour tiresome, and if you want to scrape at least an Acceptable in Potions, then I suggest you start getting your head down and doing some work"

Snape looked down his nose, at the now shame-faced Parvati, with disdain.

"Yes Sir", came the whispered reply.

Snape nodded in approval, and waved his wand. A silver teapot, with 2 cups and saucers appeared on the wooden desk. Parvati looked up from her lap, and observed the tea set curiously.

"Tea, Patil?"

This didn't seem quite right to Parvati. Here she was arriving for a detention with the teacher with the worst reputation in the school, and he was offering her tea. She couldn't figure it out. She met the Potions master's eyes again. In a strange kind of way, he was attractive. Not his greasy hair, hooked nose and sallow skin – but his eyes, she found them mesmerising. Anyone could easily lose themselves in those dark, mysterious eyes. What else fascinated Parvati, and other girls that she'd spoken to was the power that radiated from him. The way he stalked around, oblivious to the snide comments. His arrogance was attractive to her. Awakening from her thoughts, she found herself nodding silently in answer to his question.

Snape gestured with his wand again, and the teapot rose in the air, tilted itself and poured a steady stream of liquid into each teacup. Snape passed Parvati a cup, and watched as she took a small sip. Her striking eyes lowered, she swallowed the mouthful.

It tasted sweet and creamy. It was flavoured like butterscotch, and she wanted more. She sipped again, taking more of the liquid into her mouth. Again, and again she drank deeply from the cup. Snape continued to watch the girl. His own cup remained untouched upon the table.

Parvati drained her cup, placed it back on the table, and wiped her mouth delicately with the back of her hand. Then she looked to face the teacher, to see the shadow of a smile play across his lips. She lent back against her chair, and closed her eyes. Her head seemed to be spinning. This wasn't right. That tea, it wasn't tea. What had she drunk? ………….