Severus had been grading papers for about two hours when he decided it was time for him to start patrolling the halls. He was finding that it was a good time for him to think; quiet and usually without any trouble. He thought about his lesson for the next day, but as usual had everything in order. His students were being reasonably cooperative that year, and he was glad to not have quite so many evenings filled with hosting detention. He stood by the fireplace in his chambers for a while, thinking about a particular student whom he was not sure he was exactly leading in the right direction. Bryan Farren had been "sorting out" more and more students lately, and he hoped that the boy wasn't getting too carried away. When he'd talked with Farren, he was merely trying to show the boy that it was good for one to stand up for himself, and if that meant being a little rough, than so be it. He thought it was good for young people to explore their emotions whilst they were still discovering them, to ensure a better understanding of themselves when they were older. However, if Farren began abusing the leniency, which Snape so rarely presented to students, he would at once be forced to punish and redirect the boy. He'd already seen him with a third year boy who looked scared out of his mind and couldn't possibly have warranted such an attack as far as Severus was concerned. Severus left the classroom to begin his rounds, sure that he would have to speak to the boy soon.
Bryan was writing another poem for Jaden though he just couldn't seem to get the words right. Too much had changed between them, and he had no idea how to handle their current situation. He knew she'd longed to be with him, but now that she knew of his semi-harsh discipline methods, he wasn't entirely sure that was the case. Their relationship had always been delicate, and now he feared that it was on the brink of havoc. He vowed to himself that he would not, could not, lose her. He simply would not allow it. Lose Jade? Beautiful, mesmerizing Jaden? It maddened him to think about.
Finding no inspiration in his dormitory, he decided that what he really needed was to be close to her, as close as he could get. He would sit outside her dormitory like so many other nights, willing her to somehow feel him through the stone walls. He left the room as quietly as ever, feeling he had now mastered sneaking out undetected. The common room was empty as usual and he winked at the portrait, which frowned at him in disapproval as he closed the heavy door behind him. His thoughts lingered on the poem, desperate to find the words that captured even an ounce of her splendor. He wondered if she knew exactly what she did to him, but he assumed she did. He bet she had similar feelings if not identical ones. If only she didn't play with him so then they could simply be together. The possibilities were endless of what they could do together…He let his mind roam over the familiar images of Jade confessing her love for him, kissing him, letting him take her completely until they were both exhausted.
His thoughts were interrupted when a shadow moved up ahead.
He slunk into the darker part of the narrow hall, moving a little further towards the figure. It was a little shorter than him and appeared to be trying to remain unnoticed. But he had no doubt that it was a student, and by the looks of it, coming back to the dormitory. He thought of Clint immediately but remembered seeing him turn in for the night. He couldn't tell if it was male or female in the dim lighting of a far off torch, but he was intrigued to realize that he'd rather be surprised. Grinning mischievously to himself, he advanced toward the shadow, which appeared to have turned around, ready to walk in the direction from which it came. Had it seen him? He didn't think so. Pulling out his wand from his jeans pocket, he came up behind the form. In a swift movement he reached around the figure, grabbing it by the waist and quickly pushing it to the wall. He jabbed the wand at its chest and it gasped in alarm. He realized that it sounded very much like a girl, and was curious to see what her reaction would be.
"Lumos," his wand lit up to reveal Jade pinned to the wall.
"Bryan?" she could hardly believe it. She wasn't sure if she should feel relieved or in even more danger. He instantly loosened his grip but did not step back.
"Jade, I'm sorry. I thought you were, um, someone else." He put his wand by his side to assure her, smiling as kindly as he could. It was an unexpected but nonetheless enjoyable surprise for him. She moved to put some distance between them, still looking a bit worried.
"Why are you out here?" he asked, though he already knew the answer. She'd wanted to be closer to him as he had. He bet she would have sat outside Hufflepuff's dormitory just as he had done as well, desperate for him.
"I just needed to take a walk."
Her stubbornness amused him, but he had a growing feeling that now was as good a time as any to relieve her of all her unnecessary pretences. He was finished chasing her, and he knew she would admit her love for him as soon as he proved his own.
"Jade…" He did not let her move away. She was wearing one of her uniform blouses and some pajama pants. He brought his hand to rest on her arm, looking her in the eyes, their bodies almost touching. "It's time we end this, don't you agree?"
She didn't shrug off his hand, but wished that he would give her some more space. He was much too close, and leaning his head in further. "What do you mean? What is there to end?" Did he not want to be her friend anymore? The thought of it filled her stomach with butterflies, but then she thought that maybe, after what Clint had told her, that it would be for the best.
"Don't you think we've both waited long enough? There's no sense tormenting ourselves like this." He brought his hand down to rest on her hip, moving the other to brush a lock of hair from her face. "The pain can be over now, love. We're together and that's what matters." She didn't understand, but didn't like the way he was moving his hand slowly around her waist, how close their lips were…
"I love you, Jaden." There. He finally said it. Relief engulfed him as he let himself finally relax; enjoying the soft skin he knew was waiting for him underneath her clothing. "You don't have to pretend anymore."
Did she just hear him correctly? His words were frozen, suspended in the air for her to stare at.
"Bryan I…."
"Shh, it's okay. I know just how you feel." He hugged her to him, breathing in the scent of her hair, running his fingers through it.
"I don't think you do, " she pushed on his chest, wishing he would let go. She'd been wrong about him. He'd only been interested in becoming her boyfriend, which she tried to make him understand through her actions wasn't possible. And here he was, leaning in to kiss her again. "Bryan, I don't feel that way for you," she said turning her head, still trying to push him away. But he didn't let go and he simply kissed her cheek instead, instantly hypnotized by her for the millionth time. She frowned. He smirked, not surprised by her continued persistence. Maybe he wasn't giving her what she wanted…
He let his hands run up either side of her torso, starting at her hips and ending at her face, which he held so she was looking right into his eyes. He kissed her with everything he had, all that he knew they stood for. He began to part her lips with his tongue when her shoe came ramming into his shin. He broke the kiss, startled for a moment.
"Oh I get it," he said, finally understanding. It wasn't that she would give herself to him once she knew just how he felt about her, but that she wanted him to take it from her. "You like it a little rough, don't you."
She was really beginning to worry then. She wasn't making it clear to him that she was serious. She thought desperately but couldn't think of any other way to get through to him. He was grinning, completely at ease. She was pale and starting to shake from fear. She remembered what all Clint had told her, the people Bryan had hurt for no apparent reason. She knew it wasn't a good idea to make him angry, but she would rather do that then… the alternative. So she tried again to reason with him, sounding as calm as she could manage.
"Bryan, please stop. I swear I'm not pretending or whatever you think. I'm serious and you really need to let me go now." His mouth was to her neck, his hand moving up her shirt, trying to unfasten her bra. "Bryan!"
"You really don't give up, do you?" he smiled, succeeding with her bra. Before she had time to react, he had her shirt and bra completely off, her upper half exposed. He let go of her for a moment to toss them aside and put his wand on the floor so that it still provided enough light, but he could have both hands free. Horror-struck, she ran, only getting a few steps away before he grabbed her by the back of the neck, yanking her back against him, wrapping her in his arms before she could wriggle free again.
She screamed.
He covered her mouth but she started to fight him, kicking and digging her elbows hard into his stomach. She reached her hand up to his face and dug her nails in deep, pulling away sharply.
"Fuck!" He clutched his face, throwing her into the wall with little effort. His cheek stung, fresh blood dripping onto his hand. "You little bitch. I didn't know you wanted it that rough." He stooped over her, letting the familiar feeling of anger overcome him as he grabbed her by the hair, keeping her still while he got on top of her. He'd dreamt of this moment, and through her charade he could still see her desire. She wasn't fooling him. He yanked off her shoes and pulled down her pants, trying to take his time with her underwear, inching it slowly down her creamy legs.
"Stop!" she screamed at him, trying once again to get away. He forced her wrists down on either side of her head, lying on top of her gloriously naked body. This isn't real, she thought. He touched her breasts, fondled them in his hands as she began to hit him. He slapped her hard across the face, knowing that she enjoyed the burning sensation. He pressed himself even harder to her, letting her feel his growing hardness as she whimpered in protest. He silently unzipped his pants.
"No, please, don't do this. Please, stop." The sound of her mock-frightened voice only made him want her more. His body ached to ravish every inch of her and finally he could not stand it any longer. He landed a few more painful blows before forcing himself into her; hearing her squeal with pain, or rather, pleasure. Nothing else existed then as he began to thrust in and out of her, hard but slow, drawing it out.
She fought back tears as he rammed her head into the hard ground, entering her viciously. Her head felt dizzy and she thought she would drown in the extreme amount of pain he had created, begging him to stop. She felt something rip and then it was very wet. He took this as her simply becoming aroused. He lifted her hips some so he access her deeper, breathing hard from the intense pleasure, feeling himself approaching climax. But it was over much too quickly after it had begun. Bryan felt a strong pair of hands on him and then he was thrown from Jaden and into the hard stone of the wall, where he himself was pinned.
Professor Snape's eyes widened as he recognized the girl's attacker as none other than Bryan Farren. He found a surprisingly large amount of anger welling up inside of him as he let the boy zip up his pants, finding himself hating him even. He gave his some leniency, turned a blind eye while he sorted a few things out, and this was how the brat repaid him? He glanced at the girl, Miss Newman, whom he knew to be a good student and mostly quite shy, and saw that she was lying motionless, probably unconscious. Before he could help her though, he needed to eliminate the root of the problem. He grabbed Farren, who looked rather shocked, and hauled him from the hallway. But then he thought of the girl just lying there naked, and knew he at least had to cover her up. He turned back to her, muttering a spell that redressed her quickly in her somewhat ripped clothing, then resumed to drag the boy towards the headmaster's office. He would return for the girl once Farren was placed under Dumbledore's care.
There was no doubt that it was going to be a long night.