Chapter 6: Consequences

A/N: I'm really sorry for the delay I have no serious excuse except I was kind of busy. My thanx to the ones that reviewed, glad u liked it, I'm really writing this for you three now as well as for my enjoyment ^_^.

Mirielle woke up next morning, and she couldn't feel any worst. All she wanted was to stay in her room and not to see the outside world any more, but she had to get up and go to her feared potion class, she wouldn't dare be late.

She headed to the dungeons without eating anything, she didn't really had an appetite. It was time to enter the classroom so she did and took a sit way back. It took the professor two seconds to enter the room. As usual he gave the brief instructions to the students and sat behind his desk without another word.

Mirielle didn't look at him the whole time she was there, and she knew the Professor was doing everything in his power to ignore her, but she obviously felt uneasy, and her 'symptoms' were annoyingly present. The class came to an end, her peers were leaving the dungeons, but before she was able to escape she heard the Potions Professor's voice.

"Mss. Beaumont a word with you, please." Said Snape without looking up from what he was doing.

She suddenly felt real cold as she walked towards the Professors desk.

"Yes, Professor?" said Mirielle not showing fear or any of the numerous things she was feeling.

"Due to the behavior you displayed yesterday, you will be serving detention tonight with Filtch at 8:00 P.M. Have a good day." Said Snape without any emotion, and without looking up.

Mirielle decided not to say a word and left.

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She went to the rest of the day lost at to what was going to happen next. Night came and she had to serve detention with Filtch. When she got there, a letter was left behind by Filtch saying that he had to attend to an emergency caused by Peeves and that she would have to serve detention with Snape, he also asked her to apologize for him with the professor.

Her stomach shrank, she shut her eyes, and sighed 'Oh, damn, this is just great.

What did I do to deserve this?'

'Oh I dunno maybe kiss and slap a teacher' '

Oh, shut the bloody hell up.'

She headed to the dungeons she didn't even know if he would be there, why was she heading down there anyways? Who would know she didn't attend detention? But before she could back away she had already knocked on the door. She was hopping there was no answer.

"Come in." came the feared voice.

Mirielle opened the door and there he was behind his desk as usual correcting papers. He looked up.

"Miss. Beaumont, I think your sense of hearing is deficient, I told you your detention was with Filtch." Sneered Snape annoyed.

"Thankfully no professor, my sense of hearing is ok as well as my eyesight cause that was what allowed me to read a note left behind by Mr. Filtch saying that he was unable to comply with detention and for me to go down here and report to you as well as to give you an apology in his name." Said Mirielle not knowing were this defying tone came from.

He glared at her. 'damn what was he supposed to do now, he didn't have anything prepared, beside the last thing he wanted to was to deal with the girl at least for another

day…'

"Well Miss Beaumont, you will be writing some lines because I do not have anything else prepared. You will be writing: 'I shall not be disrespectful to a teacher' I suggest you begin." He said icily.

Mirielle took a sit and began writing. There was a deep, deep silence. Snape was really uncomfortable with the situation. He couldn't stop thinking of what happened the night before, what really was bothering him, even if he didn't wanted to admit it, was the reason for the girl acting the way she did.

"Miss. Beaumont, may I know the reasons of your actions from yesterday?" Said Snape without thinking and now he felt he wanted to give himself a black eye.

Mirielle was looking down to what she was writing when the question was launched to her. She went pale and her eyes widen. 'he probably thinks it was a teenager impulse, and you should stick with that version it less awkward than the I'm in love one…'

"Which of the two, professor?" She said trying to give herself some time to think or something.

"The… what you did after you clumsily felled from the stairs." He snapped not able to put the words: when-you-kissed-me together.

The memory of what happened blasted back into her mind along with what she felt. She felt all warmed up inside and couldn't think clearly.

"Because I think I fell in love with you" Said Mirielle without thinking.

She felt horrified, her eyes flew wide and she covered her moth with her hands. She looked at her professor. She had no idea what her face at that moment look like but she thought that if she was going to imagine it, it would look much like how Snape's face was looking at that instant. He looked extremely horrified.

"What the hell do you know about love? How can you possibly believe and impulse can be defined as love? And if that situation is to be defined it would not pas the category of an infatuation. Why the hell do you decide to torment me with a revelation such as that?" Hissed Snape quietly and angrily.

"It is true professor I know nothing of love, I have never felt it before, but it has to be that otherwise I wouldn't be so affected I'm not a person that is overcome by her emotions easily. If it isn't love then I would be able to control it. If it isn't love then I wouldn't be shaking every time I'm around you. My heart wouldn't skip every time it hears your voice. My stomach wouldn't shrink every time you are near me. I wouldn't notice your way of walking or the way your hands move. How deep your eyes are and how extremely beautiful your voice is. I wouldn't feel dazed by your scent. And finally I would be able to get you out of my mind." Said Mirielle figuring out she had nothing else to loose.

Snape was shocked, horrified, and to Mirielles surprise… he was… blushing?

"You are clearly just confused. I suggest you take this out of your mind…"

"Didn't you get what I just said, sir? I can't do it; believe me I have tried already."

Snape sighed and stood up, in one swift and rapid movement got to Mirielle's desk banged the palm of his hand in it. Mirielle had to lower her eyes and focused on the desk but her eyes were drawn to his hands, to her annoyance.

"What the bloody hell do you want from me girl? I can be your father, I'm your teacher. Haven't you thought of that?"

He kept on ranting but right now Mirielle was not thinking in anything at all, she was feeling a lot of things she had not felt before, even with the present situation. She forgot what they were talking about. She was only aware of the Professors breath touching her skin and again smelled the sour sweet scent he let off. She was shaking once again she felt weak and she lost her breath. She looked up and looked at her professor.

At that instant Snape forgot what he was saying and felled in the trance. She looked so beautifully fragile. Her smell and the loveliness of her hair didn't escape him before but now that she was looking at his eyes, the spell was a hundred times stronger. He wanted to touch the hair that was framing her face. He slowly lowered his head and raised his hand to her face, to kiss her. His heart was racing and hers was no different. He was merely an inch from her face; he could feel her breath in his face. But before he could kiss her he backed up hastily. He stood straight and hissed.

"I have more important things to do that to deal with a teenager's infatuation. You have work to do, keep writing lines until its eleven o'clock and then you may leave. See you tomorrow at six." Then he strode to the door and left.

After Mirielle listened to him and he left she realized what had just happened. 'He was about to kiss you, that must mean he feels attracted to you.' 'That doesn't necessarily mean that he loves me.' 'Why do you always need to be so pessimistic? Something is something.' She sighed. She couldn't believe it, her dark, mature, much older potions professor was attracted to her. She couldn't help but feel happy and scared as to what was going to happen next. He will surely act as if nothing happened, but she didn't want to let this just pass by. She decided she wouldn't let it just go and that next time she would ask him what he felt even if it sounds stupid, she didn't care anymore, she had nothing to loose. She had never been happy in her whole life and she knew that Snape, even if he wasn't the happiest person in the world, was her happiness. And she was willing to fight for it.

She finished her lines and went to the common room took a bath and went to sleep.

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Snape left the classroom and went into his private living room. He threw himself in a chair close to the fire place and covered his face with his hands.

'What came over me?'

'What had the bloody girl done to me?'

'Was I just about to kiss her?' he started thinking of her and something stirred inside of him. He conjured up a bottle of fire whiskey and started drinking.

'I can't possibly love her in return; she is a girl for crying out loud, she can be my daughter.'

'But she isn't.'

'Oh shut the bloody hell up, she is your student, so little so vulnerable, so beautifully fragile and strong at the same time… oh what on earth am I saying?

'I'm an old rotten bastard there is no way I can be… in… love…'

'But then why was I barely able to restrain myself from kissing her?'

'Why do I feel so weak? I'm shaking, I could barely stand, I can't control myself when I'm around her.'

'For crying out loud the girl has taken over me, look I'm even getting drunk because of her, how did I let this happen?'

'I will put an end to it now; this can't keep on like this.' He thought and threw the empty bottle to the fire. He managed to take a bath and got to sleep.

A/N: yeah another one… :). I will try to update once a week but I won't promise anything. I'm in college and they are giving me lots of work. Anyways if you want to see what Mirielle looks like message me, e-mail is on my profile, and I will show u a pic. ^_^.