A Forbidden Love

Chapter 1

The Punishment for Being Late?

"Super lovers, tell me where you got yours," Elizabeth Livingston, a fifth year Ravenclaw student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, sang her favorite Gwen Stefani song, Harajuku Girls, as she walked to her Potions class Tuesday afternoon. "Yohji Yamamoto, I'm hanging with the locals. Where the catwalk got its claws, all you fashion know-it-alls, with your underground malls, in the world of Harajuku."

"Lizzie. Lizzie!" A voice rang out behind her, stopping her singing. "Lizzie, thank Merlin I found you."

"What do you need, Hermione," Lizzie sighed at Hermione Granger, her fourth year Gryffindor understudy.

"I have to ask you a question," she said breathlessly. She had obviously been running for a while.

"Can't it wait?" Hermione shook her head violently. "I'm about to be late for Potions."

"No. No, it can't wait."

"Fine."

While Hermione asked her mentor the question she had been burning to ask, Lizzie stood looking at her watch and tapping her foot. She answered the question frankly and without delay. Then Hermione, satisfied with the reply, turned on her heel and sped away. Lizzie rolled her eyes and turned to run to class before she was late.

"Miss Livingson, you are tardy," Professor Snape said not looking up from his lesson plans. The entire class turned to see Lizzie blush at the door and dash to her seat.

"Sorry, sir. An understudy of mine stopped me in the hall and-"

"You will attempt to use that excuse again, after class, in detention. But for right now you will sit down and try not to bring too much attention to yourself," Snape so cleverly chided.

"B-but, sir-" Lizzie started.

"SIT!" Snape commanded, reverberating around the stone walls of the dungeon classroom.

Lizzie quickly took her seat and opened up her notebook and Potions spell book. She sat seething with hatred all throughout her class. When the bell finally did ring, and Snape dismissed the class, Lizzie stayed put as she watched all her other classmates walk out the dungeon doors. Some were even looking her way and whispering, probably about what luck she has to have to sit with 'Snape the Snake' practically all night long. She turned to glare at her professor but was surprised to find him already staring at her. They sat like this for a while, locked in each other's gaze.

"I'm only gonna asked this once. Why were you late?" Snape said leaning back in his chair and rubbing his tired eyes.

Lizzie sighed and tried to remain calm. "Hermione Granger stopped me in the hall and wouldn't let me leave until I answered her 'Oh-so-important' question," Lizzie said propping her elbows on her own desk.

"Sit right here," he said indicating the desk up front. She gathered her stuff, walked over to the desk, and spilled her things in it. "I'll excuse that but I cannot excuse tardiness."

"So what's my punishment?" She asked thinking he was only going to have her grade some essays or something.

"You'll wash all the cauldrons until they sparkle like new," he said with a wicked smile. Lizzie's heart skipped a beat and she glared at him but then got up to do her task. She didn't want to look at his smug smile any longer anyway.

As she worked, he graded essays from various classes. Every once in a while he'd look up at her to see her progress. He was pleased to see she wasn't anywhere close to being finished. He leaned backward to straighten his aching back. Then he got up and went into his bedroom quarters. Lizzie looked up to see him return with a tall goblet of some kind of deep red liquid. He sipped it and licked his lips; feeling the warm liquid as it ran through his body. He took two more sips and then returned to grading his papers.

"Hm, I wonder what his drinking," Lizzie thought as she went back to work. "But I bet it's not Pumpkin Juice."

A few hours later it was 11 o'clock and classes had let out at six. By that time Snape had given up grading papers for the night and sat drinking, what Lizzie thought, was his sixth or seventh cup of whatever was in that goblet.

Snape watched her for a while, then stood, and began walking toward his pupil, goblet in hand. He came around his desk and in doing so he tripped over the wastebasket and almost came crashing to the ground. Cursing, he regained his composure. Lizzie turned to see all the commotion.

"Are you okay, sir?" She asked straightening up the cauldrons a little.

"I'm fine. Keep working, I want those cauldrons spotless," Snape snapped and she burrowed her brows but turned back to her task.

Snape sat in a nearby desk watching and drinking. Lizzie just sat on the floor and worked. For a long time they stayed like this. After he had finished his drink he set the goblet down on the desk and moved a little closer. Then when Lizzie brought the rag back down to the bucket full of soapy water he suddenly grasped her wrist.

"What the-" she said dropping the rag as he pulled her upward and into his arms.

"You may stop now, Miss Livingston," he said looking at her wrist and slurring his words.

"But, Professor…" she questioned as she narrowed her eyes. She could smell the alcohol on his breath.

"Do you want to keep working?" He said as he tightened his grip on her wrist and looked into her blue eyes.

She didn't give him an answer; she just stood there and stared at him in shock. Then he leaned his head down and kissed her lips. After a moment she finally realized what was happening and she snapped back to reality and tried to push him away from her. He didn't have to use too much force to control her considering her size. She tried to scream out but that just allowed him to touch his tongue to hers and whatever noises she did make only sounded like moans to the drunken man over her. He backed her up towards the cold stoned wall. The cold against her skin made her shiver and for a split second she clung to him for warmth. She tried to kick but he had her legs pinned as well as the rest of her body. All she could do was let him explore her; invade her. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying not to mentally be there. She felt his icy hands rub over her hips. With her hands free now she tried to push him away again. She pounded on his arms so hard that he became annoyed and, to Lizzie's relief, pulled away from her. Finally free, she bolted toward the door but he suddenly reached out and grabbed her other wrist and whirled her toward him.

"Let me go!" She screamed and started to cry as she pummeled his fist with her free hand. Snape ignored her and pulled her toward his private bedroom. "No. Please, no Professor. Please. Think about what you're doing. Please, let me go."

He pulled her inside and flung her over to his bed with so much force that she almost hit her head on the wall. "Get undressed," he commanded as he locked the door.

Lizzie stood with tears streaming down her face. "I will not," she said shaking her head.

Snape came toward her so fast she barely had time to react. "Do it, now. Or fifty points from Ravenclaw," he threatened as he held her chin tightly between his thumb and forefinger.

"You're hurting me," she whispered and sniffled.

"Now, Miss Livingston," he ordered.

With her lip quivering and her heart pounding, Lizzie breathed deeply and started to peel her school robe and uniform off. He let go of her, stood back, and watched. She didn't look at him, she didn't want to anyway. He disgusted her now. He used to be a brilliant man to her but not anymore. Things would never be the same again.

"I hate him," she thought to herself as she unbuttoned her white school blouse to reveal a silky pink lace bra. Not wanting to show more than was needed all at once she started on her shoes and stockings. Then she pulled off her gray skirt and stood before her professor in her matching bra and underwear. She stared at the floor, as he looked her up and down. He was licking his lips hungrily when she finally did look at him.

"I'll, um, be right back," Snape said going up to the bathroom door.

"If you're thinking of undressing in privacy, you might as well do it right here since you watched me," Lizzie dared to say.

Snape reached for the doorknob and then thought about her words. "Very well," he said coming back to her. "But you have to watch." Lizzie gulped, sat on the bed, and reluctantly nodded slowly. He started by taking off his socks and shoes. He looked at her who looked at him awkwardly. He took off his robe next and then looked at her again. "I have a better idea," Snape said suddenly and surprised Lizzie by pulling her up by her wrist. "You undress me."

"What?" She breathed nervously.

He grabbed her arms and pulled them to his shirt buttons. "You heard me."

She clenched her teeth and drew in a deep breath. She undid each and every button slowly, prolonging the inevitable. When she had undone the last button she reached up to remove the shirt from his shoulders but he pulled her hands to his chest instead and made her skim his body upwards to remove the shirt. As Lizzie's heart skipped a beat she gulped hard and even though she shouldn't have she looked up into his dark eyes. The shirt fell to the floor and Snape let go of her hands. Still holding his gaze she brought her hands down and undid his belt buckle almost mechanically. As she undid the button and zipper the pants, too, fell to the floor. She stared at his bare chest as he studied her face. He lifted his hands to her face and cupped them around it, making her look up at him. He tried to kiss her lips but she turned her head to the side, so he just kissed her neck. Tears started to well up in her eyes when he pushed her toward the bed. Her heart ached, her throat constricted. She felt as if she were suffocating.

"This is it," she thought. "I feel so helpless."

He crawled on top of her on the bed, looked down at her, and smiled. "You're going to enjoy this," he said confidently.

Lizzie only half-smiled briefly and prepared herself. Her professor kissed her shoulders as he removed the bra straps. Then he unclasped it, discarded it, and kissed her chest. She tried all her might to fight her sudden urges. He looked at her and rolled over onto his side and took off her underwear. Then he removed his own boxers and fitted himself back on top of her. With no trouble, or hesitation, at all he pushed himself inside of her. A slight gasp escaped her mouth. This excited him and he pushed harder into her, which made her gasp again. He did it again even harder and she gasped. Then for the fourth time he rammed into her hips with all the strength he could muster and finally got what he wanted from her: a whimper and a slight moan. Lizzie opened her eyes to stare into his. She had never noticed before that her teacher's eyes were not black as a lot of students believed, but in fact, really dark brown, almost like chocolate. She could smell the strong odor of whiskey on his breath but under that she could smell the strange scent of walnuts on him.

It was over in a matter of minutes but it felt like an eternity to Lizzie. Afterward the Potions master just rolled over and passed out. Without even saying goodbye, Lizzie sprang up and gathered her clothes. She was fastening her robe when she reached her books. She walked to the dungeon doors and turned around. As she scanned the room she snorted in disgust. Then she ran from the room and up through the castle, to her nice, warm, safe bed.