Disclaimer: Blah, blah, blah. You know the drill. Not mine, J.K.'s. OK?
begins to cry Do u have to keep reminding me?! collapses in sobbing
pile I KNOW THEIR NOT MINE, OK?! Why do you always torture me? runs away,
still crying
Sorry it took so long to get the next chappie up. I blame an extreme case of writers block. Kill me if you like; it's no big loss to the world.
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"Professor?" Angelina said nervously as she poked her head inside Snape's office. Snape was sitting at his desk, face set in the usual blank way, waiting for her. "I am so sorry I'm late. I couldn't find my book anywhere. It turned out that Lee Jordan stole it. I'm so sorry to keep you waiting."
"No need to explain a few minutes. At least you actually turned up."
"Of course I turned up. I'll be here for every lesson. I really need some help."
Snape, looking down at the open book on the table, said matter-of-factly, "What are you having trouble with?"
"Everything." Realising that this made her sound stupid, Angelina added quickly, "It just seems that everyone else understands, while I'm just sitting, thinking that it doesn't compute."
"Example?"
"The ingredients of the soothing potion we did in class a few days ago got me really confused."
"Sit down," Snape said evenly, gesturing to the chair next to him. Would you call that a command or an offer?, Angelina wondered. She sat down with a gracious smile, to which Snape made no response. "What confuses you about the potion?"
"Well......... the ingredients are so similar to those of the angering draught. I don't get how two almost identical potions can have opposite affects."
"The angering draught contains powered Multweed which causes frustration, while the soothing potion has a large quantity of chopped Echidna Spine which creates a relaxed state of mind and the rest of the ingredients allow these alterations to occur by........."
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"Write out the rest of the ingredients, and that will be all for tonight."
"Ok." Angelina put her head down and began quickly writing, trying hard to keep her writing neat to impress Snape.
Snape leant over Angelina's shoulder to read her list, saying, "You missed hair of chimpanzee."
"Oops."
As she added the overlooked component to her list, Snape sighed softly, inadvertently blowing his warm breath over Angelina face and neck. The touch of this on her skin made it tingle, and she fought the temptation to turn her head and brush her lips across his. To her disappointment, Snape moved away, walking randomly through the pathways between the desks. Angelina sighed, and completed the list with a little less care than she had been taking before.
"Done," she announced brightly after a few moments. Snape came back to her side, face as even and blank as it had been all lesson.
"Good." Snape paused before adding, "I don't think you need extra lessons."
"It would make me feel better," Angelina almost pleaded.
"Once a week will suffice."
"That's fine with me."
"Then I'll see you again next Monday........." Snape paused. "Ok?" He wasn't used to asking questions rather than giving orders. He just felt he should treat Angelina differently considering his feelings for her.
"Wonderful. I can hardly wait."
Snape eyes her, wondering if she was being sarcastic. The smile on her face made him doubtful of this though. "You can hardly wait? I'm sure you have better ways to could spend your evenings."
"Only doing homework or playing Quidditch. I mean I'm not really......... It's not like I have a huge gang of friends to hang around with."
Snape nodded slowly, secretly hoping for a glimpse into her life. He knew he shouldn't let himself get closer to her, but it was so tempting.
As Angelina continued, she lowered her head slightly, as if ashamed of herself. "I don't really fit in with the other seventh years. I don't really fit in with anyone."
"I know how you feel," Snape said, and he sat down next to her again. Though it was hard to admit he wasn't perfect, opening up to Angelina was strangely liberating. "When I was at school, here at Hogwarts, I was an outcast......... I had no friends, and spent my spare time reading. I guess something's never change. Just remember, Angelina, that there are people who understand." Hardly daring to believe he was saying this, he added softly, "I understand."
"Thank you. That means a lot to me," Angelina said huskily. Adding together her love for Snape and the sensitive side he was revealing to her now, she wanted him more than ever. She wanted his love more she had ever wanted anything.
"Are you alright?" Snape said worriedly as Angelina put a hand over her mouth.
"Yes, I'm fine." She removed her hand and her bottom lip started to quiver at the sympathy and compassion on Snape's face.
"Your lip is shaking," Snape said, as though he though Angelina might not have realised. His voice was emotionless, yet full of emotion; it told of pure torment and confusion. Angelina gulped in an attempt to regain her self-control. It didn't work; in fact, her lips were really trembling now.
Snape inclined his head slightly to the right and hesitantly raised his hand to Angelina's face. As though searching for a path, it brushed her jowl on the left side of her face and skimmed lightly across her chin. His forefinger at last found its way to the right side of her bottom lip. Tenderly, Snape slithered his finger across Angelina's lip.
At the light pressure on her lip, and the shock of such a daring, sudden, terribly drawn out move, Angelina's lip stopped its quaking. However, Snape did not cease the movements of his finger. Two sets of dark, torn eyes were trapped in a longing-filled stare.
Like one waking from a trance, Snape removed his finger from Angelina's mouth at the same moment as Angelina turned her head away from him. Angelina found herself unable to look at Snape, knowing this moment was about to end and that she would be banished from his presence forever more. She knew also that it had been worth it, even if they hadn't kissed.
"Sorry," they murmured in unison.
As one, they raised their eyes from the ground. Eyes pleading and slightly tear-filled, Angelina opened her mouth slightly. Hardly believing her daring to believe she had set herself up for disappointment like this, she silently she wished for something to happen- be it a kiss or rejection- anything!
In an instance losing all his fortitude, Snape watched this girl- this women- this angel- her mouth begging for his. He could act now, without fear of rejection, without any fear at all. The last warning about risking his job for some 17-year-old fizzled out in his head. She was not just some 17-year-old; she was worth any risk.
His own lips now shivering with temptation, want, longing, enticement, excitement, he realised he could not hold back for a moment longer. He stepped right up to her, so he could feel her breathe as she exhaled. Skin tingling at the contact, he slid one arm around her waist and his other hand rested on the back of her head lightly. Snape looked down on Angelina's mouth, knowing this was the last moment before he allowed temptation to rule.
Unable to contain himself any further, he slowly lowered his mouth to meet hers. As he delved deep into her soft, moist mouth, Snape's eyes were open, staring fixedly on Angelina's. He couldn't close his eyes; he would miss something. He didn't want to miss a single movement Angelina made. He watched her dark brown eyelashes flicker faintly, not opening, just fluttering ever so slightly.
Unable to believe this was happening, Angelina recoiled and Snape quickly took his hands away from her, afraid she thought he was being too obtrusive. She was breathing deeply- her breathlessness caused either by the shock of the kiss, despite her expecting it.
"I-. I-," he stammered, unable to find his voice. Shakily, he gulped. "I'm sorry." She peered up at him, eyes shining. It was definitely enough to make even him melt. "I thought that was what you wanted." Angelina scared- looking eyes became less fear-filled, gentler.
"It is," she admitted breathlessly.
"But you pulled away." Snape couldn't understand it. Why would she want this? And if she did, why would she pull away? "This is really what you want?"
"Yes. Desperately. Is it what you want?"
"More than anything." He brushed a tentative palm onto her soft-skinned cheek, and then tucked a few stray dark plaits behind her ear. Confidence regain, she moved towards him again.
"Why did you pull away?" Snape asked, not sure he could stand it if it happened again.
"I've been dreaming of this for so long. I wanted to make sure it wasn't just another dream."
"Are you alright? Is this......... ok?"
Angelina closed her eyes.
"Yes. Better than ok. Much better," she whispered anxiously. Her mouth was calling his again, begging. As he swooped on her soft lips again, a shudder ran thru her body. A shudder of ecstasy.
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AHHHHHH! Corny-alert! Oh well, it was still interesting (weird?) to write about Angelina and Snape. Hope you enjoyed.
Auzchic.
Sorry it took so long to get the next chappie up. I blame an extreme case of writers block. Kill me if you like; it's no big loss to the world.
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"Professor?" Angelina said nervously as she poked her head inside Snape's office. Snape was sitting at his desk, face set in the usual blank way, waiting for her. "I am so sorry I'm late. I couldn't find my book anywhere. It turned out that Lee Jordan stole it. I'm so sorry to keep you waiting."
"No need to explain a few minutes. At least you actually turned up."
"Of course I turned up. I'll be here for every lesson. I really need some help."
Snape, looking down at the open book on the table, said matter-of-factly, "What are you having trouble with?"
"Everything." Realising that this made her sound stupid, Angelina added quickly, "It just seems that everyone else understands, while I'm just sitting, thinking that it doesn't compute."
"Example?"
"The ingredients of the soothing potion we did in class a few days ago got me really confused."
"Sit down," Snape said evenly, gesturing to the chair next to him. Would you call that a command or an offer?, Angelina wondered. She sat down with a gracious smile, to which Snape made no response. "What confuses you about the potion?"
"Well......... the ingredients are so similar to those of the angering draught. I don't get how two almost identical potions can have opposite affects."
"The angering draught contains powered Multweed which causes frustration, while the soothing potion has a large quantity of chopped Echidna Spine which creates a relaxed state of mind and the rest of the ingredients allow these alterations to occur by........."
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"Write out the rest of the ingredients, and that will be all for tonight."
"Ok." Angelina put her head down and began quickly writing, trying hard to keep her writing neat to impress Snape.
Snape leant over Angelina's shoulder to read her list, saying, "You missed hair of chimpanzee."
"Oops."
As she added the overlooked component to her list, Snape sighed softly, inadvertently blowing his warm breath over Angelina face and neck. The touch of this on her skin made it tingle, and she fought the temptation to turn her head and brush her lips across his. To her disappointment, Snape moved away, walking randomly through the pathways between the desks. Angelina sighed, and completed the list with a little less care than she had been taking before.
"Done," she announced brightly after a few moments. Snape came back to her side, face as even and blank as it had been all lesson.
"Good." Snape paused before adding, "I don't think you need extra lessons."
"It would make me feel better," Angelina almost pleaded.
"Once a week will suffice."
"That's fine with me."
"Then I'll see you again next Monday........." Snape paused. "Ok?" He wasn't used to asking questions rather than giving orders. He just felt he should treat Angelina differently considering his feelings for her.
"Wonderful. I can hardly wait."
Snape eyes her, wondering if she was being sarcastic. The smile on her face made him doubtful of this though. "You can hardly wait? I'm sure you have better ways to could spend your evenings."
"Only doing homework or playing Quidditch. I mean I'm not really......... It's not like I have a huge gang of friends to hang around with."
Snape nodded slowly, secretly hoping for a glimpse into her life. He knew he shouldn't let himself get closer to her, but it was so tempting.
As Angelina continued, she lowered her head slightly, as if ashamed of herself. "I don't really fit in with the other seventh years. I don't really fit in with anyone."
"I know how you feel," Snape said, and he sat down next to her again. Though it was hard to admit he wasn't perfect, opening up to Angelina was strangely liberating. "When I was at school, here at Hogwarts, I was an outcast......... I had no friends, and spent my spare time reading. I guess something's never change. Just remember, Angelina, that there are people who understand." Hardly daring to believe he was saying this, he added softly, "I understand."
"Thank you. That means a lot to me," Angelina said huskily. Adding together her love for Snape and the sensitive side he was revealing to her now, she wanted him more than ever. She wanted his love more she had ever wanted anything.
"Are you alright?" Snape said worriedly as Angelina put a hand over her mouth.
"Yes, I'm fine." She removed her hand and her bottom lip started to quiver at the sympathy and compassion on Snape's face.
"Your lip is shaking," Snape said, as though he though Angelina might not have realised. His voice was emotionless, yet full of emotion; it told of pure torment and confusion. Angelina gulped in an attempt to regain her self-control. It didn't work; in fact, her lips were really trembling now.
Snape inclined his head slightly to the right and hesitantly raised his hand to Angelina's face. As though searching for a path, it brushed her jowl on the left side of her face and skimmed lightly across her chin. His forefinger at last found its way to the right side of her bottom lip. Tenderly, Snape slithered his finger across Angelina's lip.
At the light pressure on her lip, and the shock of such a daring, sudden, terribly drawn out move, Angelina's lip stopped its quaking. However, Snape did not cease the movements of his finger. Two sets of dark, torn eyes were trapped in a longing-filled stare.
Like one waking from a trance, Snape removed his finger from Angelina's mouth at the same moment as Angelina turned her head away from him. Angelina found herself unable to look at Snape, knowing this moment was about to end and that she would be banished from his presence forever more. She knew also that it had been worth it, even if they hadn't kissed.
"Sorry," they murmured in unison.
As one, they raised their eyes from the ground. Eyes pleading and slightly tear-filled, Angelina opened her mouth slightly. Hardly believing her daring to believe she had set herself up for disappointment like this, she silently she wished for something to happen- be it a kiss or rejection- anything!
In an instance losing all his fortitude, Snape watched this girl- this women- this angel- her mouth begging for his. He could act now, without fear of rejection, without any fear at all. The last warning about risking his job for some 17-year-old fizzled out in his head. She was not just some 17-year-old; she was worth any risk.
His own lips now shivering with temptation, want, longing, enticement, excitement, he realised he could not hold back for a moment longer. He stepped right up to her, so he could feel her breathe as she exhaled. Skin tingling at the contact, he slid one arm around her waist and his other hand rested on the back of her head lightly. Snape looked down on Angelina's mouth, knowing this was the last moment before he allowed temptation to rule.
Unable to contain himself any further, he slowly lowered his mouth to meet hers. As he delved deep into her soft, moist mouth, Snape's eyes were open, staring fixedly on Angelina's. He couldn't close his eyes; he would miss something. He didn't want to miss a single movement Angelina made. He watched her dark brown eyelashes flicker faintly, not opening, just fluttering ever so slightly.
Unable to believe this was happening, Angelina recoiled and Snape quickly took his hands away from her, afraid she thought he was being too obtrusive. She was breathing deeply- her breathlessness caused either by the shock of the kiss, despite her expecting it.
"I-. I-," he stammered, unable to find his voice. Shakily, he gulped. "I'm sorry." She peered up at him, eyes shining. It was definitely enough to make even him melt. "I thought that was what you wanted." Angelina scared- looking eyes became less fear-filled, gentler.
"It is," she admitted breathlessly.
"But you pulled away." Snape couldn't understand it. Why would she want this? And if she did, why would she pull away? "This is really what you want?"
"Yes. Desperately. Is it what you want?"
"More than anything." He brushed a tentative palm onto her soft-skinned cheek, and then tucked a few stray dark plaits behind her ear. Confidence regain, she moved towards him again.
"Why did you pull away?" Snape asked, not sure he could stand it if it happened again.
"I've been dreaming of this for so long. I wanted to make sure it wasn't just another dream."
"Are you alright? Is this......... ok?"
Angelina closed her eyes.
"Yes. Better than ok. Much better," she whispered anxiously. Her mouth was calling his again, begging. As he swooped on her soft lips again, a shudder ran thru her body. A shudder of ecstasy.
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AHHHHHH! Corny-alert! Oh well, it was still interesting (weird?) to write about Angelina and Snape. Hope you enjoyed.
Auzchic.
