Razorblade Romance

Chapter One:

The Lake glistened hauntingly, the moons hanging high in the midnight sky, pouring down silver beam sof light through the transparent sheet of billowy clouds. Like magick, the young girl sitting beside the water, glowed with an insatiable beauty that was……unusual.

So lets further note how graceful was this lasses light beauty;

Calm but menacing grey eyes, long lustrous blonde, almost platinum, hair. She was thin and tall, very slender and feminine with desirable voluptuous curves. And who could forget those amazing lips? Full, plump, soft, a lovely red wine tint that brought out the rose in her cheeks and pale porceline skin.

This girl, this woman, her name was Siphronia (Syph-Ron-Yuh) Blackmoore, one of the Herbology teachers at Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry. Highly respected for her looks rather than her intelligence, which she hated quite a lot.

Sitting beside the serene water with her feet dangling off the port. Desperately trying to figure out a way to make people understand that she is not just a pretty face, she wonders as she gazed upon the starry sky above.

Siphronia gasped, seeing a shadow overcasting her, afraid to turn around, she closed her eyes.

"May I join you?" A voice asked from behind. Recognizing, she let out a pleasant sigh, "Sure."

The man whom took a seat next to Siphronia, placed a firm hand upon hers,

She just sat still and asked, "So you ready to apologize?"

"Apologize for speaking the truth. I think not."

"Severus……God, I can't win with you!" She pulled her hand away from his. And with that note, with a tiny push, Snape pushed Siphronia into the water.

"AHHHHHHHH!" shrieking, Siphronia scrambled to get out of the lake.

Severus just smirked very evilly, lending out a hand to pull her out, but she pulled him in.

"You're an asshole." Siphronia shivered holding onto Severus, whom growled angrily but didn't do anything back.

"Are we even?"

"No….Nothing can make us "even"." She sighed, placing her head upon his shoulder," Not all the kisses in the world. Not all the flowers in the world. Not all the dragons in the world could make us even."

Snape hoisted her out of the water, "So that's it then? Breaking up with me again? You know there's no point in doing that, pest. You always come back to me."

Siphronia huddled up in a ball, quivering dangerously from the cold, "One of these days I won't come back."

"Yes, you will." Snape begged to differ, "Who else can seduce you like I do? Make your hair stand on end, make your stomach lurch uncomfortably, make your skin crawl, and make you scream like I do?"

"Perhaps Malfoy can. He scares me as much as you do."

"You're a bitch."

"Yea? So? You're a selfish old man."

Snape once again took his place beside her, "Better a man than a child."

She gasped and socked him in the arm, "Your sleeping in your own room tonight,"

"Ha, oh really? Tonight, your sleeping out here."

"Not alone, I'm not."

"Who said I was leaving?" Snape chuckled sinisterly, his laugh matched his appearance; rugged, evil, frightening, mysterious, and darkly charming. And so they melted into a lingering kiss, the night progressed on, the clouds gently glided across the night sky and the Moon bid her farewell and welcomed Sun to his right place in the sky.