That evening I got to know the two friends Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil. Both seemed quite nice, but I decided to stick to Hermione. She just had something more natural and honest in her .
The next day I stood up before them, because I had to get to the dungeons.
I dressed and put on make up.
Harry had not exaggerated, it was really difficult to remember, how to get down again.
But I managed to find the Entrance Hall in time and walked down the stairs, Harry had shown to me. Then I walked just the way, he had described and ended up in front of a wooden door.
I knocked and heard somebody approaching it behind.
It went open and Snape stood in front of me.
He looked down and stared into my eyes, my heart dropped.
"Come in", he said coldly. I shivered and walked past him.
"So I don't have much time. We will do it like this, as because it is Defence against the Dark Arts, we will do a simple duel and you will try to defend yourself", his voice was monotone, but it had something sharp in it, as though he wanted to insult me with every word.
I stared at him, brows furrowed.
"Is there something you didn't understand? Because if that's the matter I can say through out here, that you aren't qualified for my class", his voice was so sharp, it felt like it would cut my skin.
"I was just wondering, why you are like this. When I met you in the hospital wing, you seemed really nice", I answered coldly.
He stared at me in disbelief: "I am your teacher. And on top of all, you are a Gryffindor. We won't be having a nice, little friend-relationship."
I nodded, trying to suppress my disappointment.
I had liked him. I had liked him a lot.
My hair fell in my face as I turned to watch him, walking over to a chair, on which he laid his robe. Under it, he wore a white shirt, that would let you suspect the chiseled, muscular chest beneath it. I blew my hair out of my face, but then closed my eyes in deep concentration.
When I opened it again, he stared at me, his eyes wide.
"You are a Metamorphmagus?", he asked.
"As you can see", I said and stroke through my now black hair, that just reached my ears.
So it wouldn't be in my way.
He shook his head lightly and I tried to get my eyes to looking at something different but his chest.
"Well let's begin then", he said, positioning himself.
I took off my robes and threw them onto the next chair.
"What the hell are you wearing, Miss Fontané!", he gasped.
"A blouse and jeans, Sir", I answered boldly.
"I can see that, but do you really think, this is appropriate for a test like this?"
"After all I thought my abilities were to be tested and not my way of dressing", I said with cold voice.
He growled: "Take your position."
I rose my wand. I had no idea, when this would be over, or what my goal was in the first place, all I knew was that I wanted to defeat this man, who acted as if he actually cared and now pushed me back. I realized it reminded me of the feeling I had as my father had left us, not that strong although, but it still was there, and it rose rage in me.
My eyes flickered red, I knew it, because he stared at them in shock for a second, then he gulped and said: "Well, prepare yourself."
We bowed and then I saw him, swing his arm.
He didn't say a word. Obviously he thought, I wasn't common with unspoken magic.
I knew, that Harry, Hermione and Ron didn't learn it yet.
Bastard, you don't want me in your class? Fine, I will force my way.
I swung my wand, to create a shield in front of me, as silent as he had been.
His eyes widened. I shot a curse in his direction, which he dodged.
His face grew angry and his movements became quicker, more certain.
I ducked, jumped aside and shot back myself. Suddenly I felt the strange feeling, that I had felt when we had visited the lake and Fred had chased me.
My heartbeat quickened to an unbelievable run and I felt my body tingle, sting, as if flames were running over my skin, but with energy, not pain. Then it was as if Snape moved in slow motion. I saw him raising his wand, I bend my knees and jumped.
Just as his curse hit the wall just behind where I had stood, I reached the ceiling, pushed off and landed in front of him, a foot away, my fire scar glowing, sending flames. He looked shocked, but when I shot my curse, he defend himself, looking morose.
We shot curses at each other, but I made it to approach him slowly, what caused him to step back, until his back hit the wall. His face turned even grimmer.
Finally I ducked down, hit his feet with my own, what knocked him up and caused him to crash to the ground. Before he could recover, I slammed myself onto him, straddled him and grabbed his right wrist, so he couldn't use the wand in his hand, while I pressed mine against his throat, his left hand grabbed my hip reflexively in an attempt to push me off, but he was too late.
Both of us breathing hard, we stared into each others eyes, and for a moment, I had the intense urge to lower my head and press my lips to his.
"Are you convinced, that I'm qualified for your class?", I breathed, awkwardly aware of my low, husky voice. His stare was intense, his lips lightly parted, while our chests rose and fell, touching each other before parting again. Heat was rising in my stomach, flooding through my body.
"Seems like it", he breathed, his grip on my hip tightened, I shifted lightly, trying to suppress a moan, caused by the friction and his touch.
"Merlin, get off me", he murmured.
I blushed deep red and jumped off his lap.
Groaning he got up, brushing dirt off his trousers. I tried to concentrate on his face.
"Well, welcome to my class", he breathed.
I wanted to touch his chest, trace his abs.
"But", he took a step towards me and grabbed my left arm. Immediately flames shot around the scar and I groaned, closing my eyes shut at the sensation.
"Did you experience this before?", he asked, clearing his throat.
"I- I experienced… umm… the energy rush, if that's what you mean", I stuttered, my voice dark and husky. I felt unbelievable attracted to him and somewhere in my clouded mind I knew that it had something to do with his hand gripped around my scar.
"But I did not experience this before", I breathed, taking a step towards him.
"What do you mean?", he made no attempt to step back, so I placed my hands on his shoulders, stood on my toes and placed my mouth just next to his ear:
"The sensation… The need", my breath hit him and I felt him shiver.
I sucked his earlobe in and nibbled on it, slightly biting.
He groaned, grabbing my hips and crashing me against the wall. I panted, some strands of hair falling in my face, my eyes turning black for a moment.
"You are my student now, I couldn't care less, what needs you have, Miss Fontané", he said.
"It doesn't seem as if you don't care", I didn't know, what had occupied my body, but before I knew it, I grabbed the bulge in his trousers and squeezed.
His breath caught, he closed his eyes and finally let out a loud groan.
"We- We have to- to figure out, what this scar is- mmhh- doing to you", he stuttered, while I kissed down his neck.
"Oh Gods, girl, get off me", he moaned, pressing me against the wall.
"Apparently you are on me", I chuckled against his chest.
Suddenly he flicked his wand and I was pressed against one of the chairs, ropes immediately wrapping around my ankles.
While I struggled with them, he threw floo powder into his fire place: "Come here, immediately!"
Then he took a step back and after a minute Albus Dumbledore stepped out of the green flames.
"What is the subject here, Severus?", he said with a glance at me.
"She is behaving… weird, headmaster", Snape answered, looking at me. I melted under his stare, biting my lip.
"I see", Dumbledore chuckled lightly.
"This concerns the scar, I believe", Snape said.
"Can you explain this further?", Dumbledore asked.
"I tested her on her abilities- I already informed you about the procedure- and she experienced an energy rush, very alike to an adrenaline rush, but much stronger. I saw flames circle around her scar. When the procedure was over I grabbed her arm, just around the scar, to ask her, if she had experienced this before, but when I touched it, she… Well, she groaned and started to behave strangely", Snape explained.
"What exactly do you mean by saying 'to behave strangely'?", Dumbledore asked with a wink.
"Dumbledore! You know exactly what I mean! We have to stop that!", Snape spat.
"I will try something, but Severus I think you'd need to leave the room", Dumbledore said patiently.
Snape left the room growling and as soon as he was out of sight, my body lightly relaxed, but there was still much tension in my muscles.
"Genevieve, try to relax now", Dumbledore said, while grabbing my arm and pointing on it with his wand. A freezing cold sensation crawled up my arm, beginning at my wrist, growing to my shoulder. I stared down at my scar, which turned an icy blue for a moment.
"This curse, which was used on you, is nothing we know so far. I hope, that I could block the symptoms, but the charm will pass by after some time, so you will have to refresh it. Let's see, if it had worked", Dumbledore smiled and opened the door to let Snape in again.
He walked through the door and although my stomach made a flip, I didn't feel the intense urge to throw myself at him.
Both men examined me and I nodded. Snape flicked his wand to release me from the ropes.
I got up slowly and walked towards him. He looked unsure, but when I stretched out my hand, he took it.
"I apologize for my behaviour, Sir", I shook his hand and it seemed as if his eyes softened a little bit.
"I hope, you will work on this", he said.
"Of course", I let go off his hand and turned to Dumbledore, "Professor, can you show me the charm, you have used?"
After he had shown it to me he said: "It's practically a shield-charm. It captures the energy in your scar and freeze it to prevent it from spreading through your body. But as I said, it is going to wear off after some time. Pay attention to it."
"If you say, it prevents the energy from spreading through my body, does that mean, the energy rushes stop too?", I asked.
"I am afraid, yes", Dumbledore said.
I nodded and was dismissed.