Hello everybody! Sorry I'm taking so long to update. I actually had this chapter written about a week after the first, I just hadn't typed it up. -.- Then I thought, HEY! I'LL TYPE IT UP!... then I started typing up the wrong thing. O-o Doing the right one now. -giggle-
Sorry if this makes no sense. At the time of writing this, I thought it needed to be edited (no doubt I will edit it!)... and also, I have the worst writing in the world- handwriting, that is. And I can't actually read half of what's written. -daunting- It's going to be... a while before I dechiper is all.
Anyway! I hope you enjoy this and I hope to see you reviewing. (That's what actually prompted me to type this up, so it is proven: Review and I update faster.)
Nicole, aka Andromz.
Wash Me Clean
Chapter Two
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A sly smile played at his lip as he watched her. Her body moved gracefully across the dance floor. She was the centre of everyone's attention- and intention, he added, spotting a longing look on several boys' faces- while he hid, shadowed in a corner.
Her usually unruly hair had been tamed into delicate, defined curls pinned atop her head, a few boarding her beautiful face. Small ringlets of the finest, baby-like hair had escaped the pins, falling onto her neck. Exquisite. He admired her from a distance, unnoticed. He longed to be with her- he had for a while now.
The dream morphed. Instead of twirling around in the arms of Potter, Granger was clutching onto a tall, dark figure. It seemed vaguely familiar, but he couldn't quite place it. Her lips were graced with a smile, lighting up her face. He sighed, as the dream faded into consciousness.
He blinked, his chamber coming into quick focus. He assumed that the entire student body thought that the greasy git lived in the dungeons, iron maidens hanging above the door frames. In actual fact, his chambers were simplistically decorated in silvers and pale greens (he was a Slytherin after all.). He favoured soft materials, oak furniture and the glow of candles. It didn't make the rooms dark- it added charm, romance, ambience.
The dream lingered in the forefront of his mind. He was furious with himself. He mind was reeling. He had dreamed longingly about a student- about Miss Granger... well, a fantasy one. He was mentally kicking himself, his head spinning with emotions that he didn't want to deal with.
He cast a quick cleansing spell on himself, changing into his robes and sweeping out of his chambers. Snape prowled through the halls, face full of fury. He checked all the usual haunts, finding a snogging couple or two, and managing to take away points from all four houses- a lot of points.
As he stormed through the more populated corridors, students scattered. His mood was plain; get in my way, and you'll be very sorry.
Passing the Great Hall, he gave a months worth of detentions to a pair of first year Hufflepuffs- for breathing too loudly and smiling. The word spread quickly about the git on a rampage. The halls emptied, only a few, very unlucky (or stupid) students remained.
When seemingly all the students had left the halls, he swept into the Great Hall. Glaring, he looked around for more victims. He stalked up to his usual seat, his glare at the students intensifying. He swore he saw a Hufflepuff faint.
With his robes billowing in a most impressive fashion, he sat down. The rest of the teachers fled, except Dumbledore and McGonagall. He glowered at them. Dumbledore smiled back jovially, seemingly unaware of his sour mood. Snape seethed.
He began filling his plate with unnecessary force. He didn't eat a thing. He just sat there, stabbing at his breakfast sausages until they resembled mush. He stopped. Where there had been a face full of fury, there was now an emotionless mask.
'You dreamed about a student!'
'I know that.' he argued with himself.
'You wanted her!'
'I did not!'
'Stop lying to yourself.'
'Stop. I do not want her! I doubt that her will even exist when she wakes up! She was raped!'
A flash of fury flew across his face. As quick as it had come, it was gone.
'You could fix her...'
'... NO! No, no, no, NO!'
'Coward.'
He pushed himself up from the table, storming toward the exit. Severus Snape was not a coward. He was going to prove that to everyone; he was going to the Hospital Wing, to the place he'd avoided for days. He was going to see her.
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Right, well that took -forever-. I'm not going to edit the content yet, too tired. I -will- spell check, though. Haha. Sorry for the crapiness of the writing.
Review!
Nick.
ETA: Mistakes have been fixed. Please do tell me if you find anything else. :)
ETA (again): IT HAS BEEN CHANGED... a bit. Try and spot where. xD
