Hey all!! I had a dream last night…and so now I am writing a story on it. I suppose I have to say this tho I don't really want to…

I don't own Snape or any of the other Harry Potter characters…I am only using them for my dark little pleasures. I do own Raven Darkmoon *laughs evilly*...yes, well anyway…that's all folks.

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Chapter One

Sometimes, he really scared her, and sometimes she couldn't help but admire him. But no matter the occasion, she had to respect him. He had been through so much shit in his life, she felt he deserved a little bit of happiness. And if it just so happened that the only way he could be happy was by deducting points from the Gryffindor house and constantly giving his students detention, so be it. But sometimes, she really had to wonder if he enjoyed being cruel to his students, or if it was more of a way of keeping them at bay so no one would ever be able to break through his defenses. She giggled, he's afraid of being a softie.

The room was deadly silent.

"Ms. Darkmoon," a cold voice drawled from the front of the room, " Is there something humorous about the ingredients used to reattach a limb to the body. I'm sure, that someday, when you have to save the love of your life by using this potion, and you suddenly can't remember the ingredients, you will not be laughing then. Or was it that you were daydreaming about asking Mr. Potter to the Yule ball. I don't believe he's one to go for your type. Can someone recite the ingredients of the potion so that Ms. Darkmoon can save the love of her life?"

Raven looked down in shame, biting her lip. She didn't care that he had attempted to insult her, she was too smart to care. She realized he was only trying to keep up his defenses. The fact that he hadn't allowed her anytime to respond didn't slip by Raven either. Her thoughts vanished as someone stuttered to give her the ingredients to the potion for her "lover". She mentally snorted, she'd never have a lover. Aside from the fact that she didn't want one, she knew no one would ever want her, no matter what potion she may use on them. A stab of pain hit her heart, and she felt a familiar tingling behind her eyes. She quickly blinked the tears away, reminding herself that she didn't want or need anyone, she could do just fine on her own. Her thought wandered back to how silly she had been to daydream in a class with Professor Snape as a teacher. Her mind currently was split in two. On one side, she was listening to Snape's lecture and in the other half, she was listening to her own thoughts.

What a great first impression, Raven thought sarcastically. Now he'll believe I'm a no good, ignorant slack off for the rest of the year.

Normally, she didn't give a crap about what the teachers thought, but there was something about Snape, something she could relate to that made her feel the need to please. And here she was, in the first week of school, already screwing up that idea. Maybe if I stay after class and explain, I can show him I'm better than he thinks. In her mind, she smiled decisively (she wouldn't make the same mistake twice of smiling outside), yes, that's exactly what I'll do. With her final decision, she decided to give her full attention to her Professor.

"Your homework tonight is to write a thousand word essay on Samuel Jaystroff. No Jerry, don't ask me who he was, open that lovely book of yours and find out for yourself. This essay is due tomorrow at the beginning of the period. Class dismissed," Snape said while students hurried to write down the assignment and scrambled towards the door and out to lunch.

Raven stayed behind, taking her time writing down the assignment and packing up her bag, thinking over in her head of all the approaches she could try. I can go for, it wasn't my fault I had such a long essay to do last night and hardly got any sleep. No, he'll think I'm a slacker. I could always fall to his knees and beg for forgiveness. That's probably the best solution, she giggled.

Professor Snape glanced up at the sound and saw a student still there. "Yes Ms. Darkmoon? Is there a reason for your delayed departure, or do you enjoy my company that much?"

Raven shivered pleasurably at the way he said the "s" of yes and ms, dragging them out like a snake's hiss. She had been caught off guard, but when what he said registered, she couldn't help but smile. "Yes, sir, there is a reason. I just…..wanted……." No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't seem to get out her apology for her lack of attention.

"Ms. Darkmoon, don't waste your breath. I don't care to here your apologies. In fact I am surprised you'd want to give them given what I said earlier." Surprised wasn't the word he really wanted to use. Pleased for her efforts was more like it, but he wasn't going to let her know. "You are dismissed now."

Raven stood there for a moment or two longer, then turned around and walked to the door. "Sir? I have no interest what so ever in Harry Potter." She paused as another thought hit her. "And sir? I am never going to find a "love of my life" to work the potion on." She grabbed the door handle and shut it behind her as quickly as possible, not wanting to hear his reaction.

The door slammed, and a very surprised Snape was left to his thoughts. Dry crackling sounds arose from his throat, and Snape realized that if he ever cried, tears would be streaming down his face at that moment.

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