"Damn"

Kira's head was pounding and her whole body felt weak and heavy. She put a hand to her head and rubbed her temples. Slowly she opened her eyes and turned on her side. It was then that she realised she wasn't in the Hospital wing. The bed sheets were red and black with matching pillows. A red and black throw was laid across her, shielding her from the draft that came from the open door. There wasn't much else in the room besides a dark chestnut wardrobe that was locked. A few shelves containing books were on the wall, collecting dust.

Kira slowly sat up, trying not to make a sound as her memories came back to her. She remember the potions master talking to her while they stood in the courtyard- yes she could remember that clearly. The rest however was unclear and only small amounts of memories dribbled into her mind. Dizziness. That was one thing she could remember.

I must have feinted. But that doesn't explain how I came to be here?

She had no way of telling if she was still in Hogwarts. What had her potions master done with her?

Although her body screamed at her to lay down, she slowly stood from the bed. Gripping the door handle on the wardrobe she balanced herself. It was then she realised she was in a grey night shirt, that reached down past her hips and she was wearing black ankle socks that seemed too big for her.

Panic took over as she gripped the nightshirt with her fist. She went back over to the bed and sat down. She opened her legs and check for bruising on her inner most thighs. Nothing. There was nothing there. No blood- Nothing.

At least she could be reassured that no one had taken advantage of her. With a sigh of relief she stood, her heart still pounding.

But it doesn't explain how I went from a black nightgown to a grey shirt and socks!

Her legs once again became weak so she grasped the corners of the wardrobe. It was then that she heard footsteps, and the movement of a shadow from the crack in the door.

Kira desperately looked around. A weapon? The only thing she could see that would be any use, were the pillows on the bed. And even they would be no use to her. Without much to go by she stood with her hands clasped in front of her, after pulling her nightshirt down just a little I one last desperate attempt to cover as much as she could.

The door opened and it took a second for her brain to click. The potions master walked in dressed only in black trousers and a white shirt with a black laced collar scarf. His eyes were black and looked tired as if he'd been up all night. His skin pale as usual.

"Good Morning Miss Potter" He nodded at her before moving his way over to the shelf on the other side of the room. His fingers traced the spine of 3 books, before choosing a red satin coloured book. Snape flicked the book open, tearing through the pages.

Without looking at her he spoke. "I suggest you return to bed Miss Potter- Your weak and need rest"

There was a moment inside Kira when a balloon of rage seemed to expand in her chest.

"Then why the bloody hell cant I get rest in the hospital wing!" She snapped harshly, close to shouting. This was the first time she experience a rage like this. Never, in the lake had she felt anything.

Snape snapped the book shut before moving over to stand in front of her.

"You will lower your voice" he spat. His face close to hers, before continuing.

"For one, this was no ordinary feinting spell you had Potter. Your body could not cope with you being so up and about at this present time. You've done things too fast. You could not be brought to the hospital wing, because I need you with me so I can observe you. You will to take a potion to renew your body. I am in the process of deciding which one is best. I asked Dumbledore for you to remain here and he agreed. You are a priority."

Instead of cowering away from him, like every student did she only glared back at him.

"I will not lower my voice! And I can cope perfectly fine on my own. I am out of the lake now and I will be fine. Your services are not needed Sir!" She attempted to step past him, but her legs finally gave way and fell to her knees. It was then Snape sneered at her "Good luck with that."

He watched as she pulled herself onto the bed, breathing heavy as her body seemed to shut down, body part by body part.

In a rage she mumbled to herself, but loud enough for Snape to hear.

"Oh I bet you had a good look at me to. I'm sure a nightgown would have serviced Sir! Does Dumbledore know about this hmmm?"

At this moment the barrier between teacher and student was broken. And they both stared at each other. It was only for a moment, that they became equal and they stared into each other hard as if there was something they where looking for something.

"Kira-" It had been the first time he used her name. It sounded odd on this tongue but it felt good.

Snape took a step closer to the bed, his hands behind his back and his posture was almost dominating.

"Madame Pomfrey, dressed you. As we could not enter the common room for your clothes, she dressed you in one of my night shirts and socks. Be aware they are clean and so are the bed sheets." His tone was soft and silky, but there was a hint of his domination in his voice. Almost like she had to except what he was saying.

Kira was silent, before nodding as an acceptance of what he said. He raised an eyebrow at her, but nothing more, before moving over to the bed. He lifted the bed sheets as Kira lifted and moved her legs underneath them. She slowly turned over on her side away from Snape as he dropped the covers over her.

Snape took one last glance at her before slowly turning on his heel and moving away towards the door. Slowly, he slid out from the bedroom and walked through his office.

She had not been here long, but he could feel something about her.

Was is that she was so fiery? How dare she even think about retorting remarks at him?

But at the same time, it almost made his mouth twitch into a smile. She knew how to handle herself, and she learnt to in such a short amount of time.

Snape sat down at his desk, now compiled with books. He knew one thing for sure. It was one thing that moved around his mind.

He no longer saw her as a student.

Authors note- Please review guy and I hope your enjoying the story so far!