Broken Line

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters.

1 Forbidden

Snape lent back in his chair behind his desk at the front of the class. His eyes sweeping the dungeon and across the seventh Year NEWT Potion class. His eyes lingered on a redheaded girl at the back of the class as she bowed her head in concentration over her potions book. Snape felt a smile play at his lips but quickly looked away. Standing suddenly, he swept around his desk to examine the potion his class were concocting. He looked in the cauldron closest to him and sneered as it let off an unpleasant smell.

"Can you read, Miss. Lovegood?" He snapped at Luna, who looked at him dreamily.

"Of course, Professor," She said airily. Snape snarled; there was no point in trying to bully Miss. Lovegood. He stalked off, looking in a few more cauldrons without interest, stopping every now and again to pick fault, as he headed towards the back of the Dungeon, where Ginny Weasley sat. Her potion wasn't exactly the colour of lilac that was described in the book, but as he looked at her he found it difficult to say what was wrong. But if he didn't other's might seem to think he was favouring Ginny, who's potion was no worse than other Gryffindor's that he had just pointed out.

"Miss. Weasley," Snape sneered as a guilty twinge played at his heart. "What is it that you don't understand about adding the venom of a serpent before you stir?"

Ginny looked up at him coldly and he felt a horrible emotion twist his stomach.

"Does it matter, sir" She said in an equally as cold tone as her looks. Snape's lip curled, he didn't want to reprimand her but.

"10 points from Gryffindor, for you're cheek." He snapped and Ginny let out and angry hiss.

"Cheek, what cheek?"

"Make it a detention, Miss. Wealsey. Do not question me." Snape snarled and walked away, leaving Ginny glaring at him from the back row. He felt angry with himself for making her upset, but he reasoned it of as being that he would be able to spend more time with her, without other students there to interrupt.

"Miss Weasley, stay behind please." Snape called over the top of students clearing their work area as the school bell chimed. Ginny threw Snape a look of disgust and cleared away her things slowly as Snape waited for the room to empty. He walked over to Ginny who's eyes narrowed as he drew closer. He looked into them and said in a dangerous tone. "8 O'clock, my office."

Ginny nodded stiffly and left the room, without a backwards glance at him. He knew he had been harsh but she could not know how he really felt for her. He smiled as he thought about the way her hair floated behind her body as she walked and left the room after her.

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Snape sat in his office during his lunch hour, reading through a third year essay on Sleeping Draughts. Tedious as it was, he found his mind drifting to 8 that night when Ginny Weasley would be alone with him in his office.

You're old enough to be her father. A voice scolded from the back of his mind. You're in you're 30's and she's only 17. Snape frowned, knowing that was true but another voice, the one that sounded like his deepest desires, argued against it. But she is 17, she is of age now. Snape put the essay down and cupped his hands around his head.

He thought about her slim body and her eyes that glittered with beauty, they way she walked with elegance unprecedented in someone so young. He felt a cold shiver of excitement that traversed the length of his spine and ended in his abdomen. He lent back from the desk and ran a hand down to the band of his pants. There was no harm in relieving himself of that excitement.

"Professor Snape!"

His office door swung open and Snape jerked instantly into a more dignified position just in time as a third year Slytherin burst into his office.

"There's a problem in the dungeons. It's Smith. I'm not exactly sure what's he has done."

Snape stood up, and felt anger at being interrupted boil through his body, sweeping out of the office after the third year, he tried to push the seductive pictures of Ginny from his mind.

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A/N: This was originally going to be an extended short story, but the more I thought about it, the more it made sense to write it in chapter form.

Thanks for taking you're time to read this, please review. I always appreciate feedback that enables me to make the story better.

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