So here is Chapter 3, please review it and let me know how you like it!
The Great Hall was once again full of rowdy teenagers waiting for dinner to start. Professor Snape sat at the staff table observing the rabble and giving the odd glare to a student who was being particularly noisy or obnoxious. Snape's mind drifted from the cacophony of noise in the hall to more pleasant thoughts, he had been thinking of how to get the attention of Miss LeMarc. He couldn't compare her to Lily, who would forever be the most beautiful woman he had known, but she was stunning and by far the most beautiful woman at Hogwarts. He was staring at her, lost in thought, when she turned her head and looked directly at him. Severus held her gaze, hoping to give her a sign that he was interested in her. Miss LeMarc returned his gaze then lowered her eyes and Snape noticed the faintest shade of pink appearing on her cheeks and neck which were made all the more alluring by her modesty. Severus' admiration of Miss LeMarc was abruptly brought to end when Professor Quirrell came running in the hall just as the food was appearing on the tables.
"TROLL! TROLL IN THE DUNGEONS!" screamed Professor Quirrell whose voice was shaking with fear. After getting the attention of everyone in the hall, Quirrell fainted, landing face-down in the middle of the hall. After a second of silence the students began shrieking and scrambling for the doors. Professor Dumbledore's voice resounded around the hall, "SILENCE! Prefects, take the students to their dormitories, staff, come with me." Snape sat still, looking like he hadn't been phased by the spectacle that just took place, soon thought of Miss LeMarc. The staff had begun to leave the hall, leaving her there looking confused and a little scared. Snape rose out of his chair and quickly strode over to where she was seated and, in one fluid motion, took her hand and continued to hurry out the back door of the hall. Once outside the Great Hall, Snape turned around to face her. "Please forgive me Miss LeMarc for being so forward, but you seemed to be lost, and now is not a good time to be lost, with a troll loose in the school." She looked up at him bewildered and then down at her hand, he was still firmly gripping her hand in his. Snape quickly let go, feeling the awkwardness of the situation. Without letting her speak another word Snape lead her to the nearest classroom, quickly checking it was empty before ushering her inside. In a flurry he grabbed her shoulders and pushed her against the wall. His forceful actions began to make him feel aroused, being so close to her, the smell of her skin so tantalizing, but now was not the time to be amorous, and she deserved more than this. He told her to stay in the room until it was safe and ran out the door, slamming it behind him.
Persephone stood still in the cold, dark classroom, having a hard time trying to collect her thoughts. She hadn't predicted that being a school librarian would put her life in danger, and she soon concluded that her life may not be the only thing in danger. The deep, penetrating eyes of Professor Snape seemed to suggest that he had more in mind than her safety. She had noticed him the first night she arrived at Hogwarts, sitting at the far end of the table, looking sullen and resigned. She was intrigued and intimidated by him. He was tall, and his long black robes gave him an air of mystery. Persephone had never been in love before and knew she wasn't in love now, but something about him made her insides quiver. She was quite a knowledgeable witch, but nothing in the magical or muggle world could explain why she was feeling like this.
Persephone LeMarc was a half-blooded witch. Her mother had come from a prestigious wizarding family, the Malfoys. Her father was a muggle who loved her mother so much that nothing would stop him from marrying her, not even that fact that she was a witch. Her parents union had estranged her from her maternal relatives and had forced them to move to France to escape their scorn. She attended Beau Baton's, the French equivalent to Hogwarts, and then completed her library studies at a muggle school. She took great delight in watching muggles struggle with their trolleys of books and shelving hundreds of volumes by hand. Little did they know that she was able to complete all of these tasks with just the simple flick of her wand, but they would never know and she would never be working in their muggle libraries anyway. Persephone was delighted to be offered a job at Hogwarts, and looked forward to returning to England and learning more about her mother's family. Meeting the elusive Professor Snape was making her unsure if accepting the position was a good thing or not, but her curiosity always won.
It had been at least an hour since Professor Snape had shut her in the classroom. Persephone quietly opened the door and looked up and down the hall. It was eerily quiet, she was sure that the danger must be over and quickly ran up the stairs towards her chambers, next to the library. She bolted the door, changed into her nightgown and jumped straight into bed, what with the troll and the intense Professor Snape, her nerves were shot.
After leaving Miss LeMarc secure in the classroom. Severus had run straight to the third floor corridor. He, unlike everyone else, had noticed Professor Quirrell sneakily open one eye when he was lying on the floor, no doubt to see if his flamboyant show had worked, and Severus knew that something was amiss. Just as he burst into the corridor he saw Professor Quirrel slip into a locked room. Severus knew what was behind that door and was fairly confident that Quirrell didn't. So he patiently stood outside the door, wand at the ready. In a matter of seconds Quirrell had shoved open the door and slammed it shut, looking scared and disheveled. "So I see you have found our little guard dog" sneered Severus, annunciating every syllable. "P-P-Professor Snape!" stuttered Quirrell, "I was j-j-just checking for the t-t-troll". Severus pointed his wand at Quirrell, slowing moving towards him, pinning Quirrell against the door. Pushing his wand into his neck, Snape spoke "I would have no qualms in killing you right now, however, Dumbledore would. I am watching you Quirrell, I know you are up to something." Before Snape could retaliate, Quirrell drew his wand and shouted "EVERTE STATUM!" Snape flew through the air and landed sharply on the edge of a stone bench. He could feel his leg wet with blood and tried to stand, by the time he got to his feet Quirrell had fled. Severus knew that the Dark Lord was behind this. Dumbledore had gone to great lengths to protect something that would give Voldemort what he most wanted, life.