"ANOTHER TEN POINTS FOR GRYFFINDOR!" cried the Quidditch announcer, Dean Thomas, over-enthusiastically when his house was in the lead.
For the second game of the season, the Quidditch stands were filled to the brim with students, teachers, and proud parents. Red-gold and blue-bronze flags were waving constantly in the bleachers as the best Quidditch teams battled for possession of the Quaffle. Everyone was excited about the match because the Gyrffindor team had lost the Quidditch Cup to Ravenclaw last year, and the Gryffindors were determined to take the Quidditch Cup back.
Silently sitting in the teacher section of the stands, Snape really didn't have his mind or eyes on the Quidditch match. The Potions Master had his cold black eyes focused on the Dark Arts professor; he would only look away from her when she would catch him staring at her. He desperately wanted to talk to her, but there was one problem: Hagrid was sitting right between the both of them. Snape had not been quick enough to arrive at the Quidditch stadium like Hunter had; the half-giant was already sitting next to the vampire by the time Snape had reached the teacher section of the stands.
Since yesterday, Snape had not yet had a chance to speak to Hunter without someone or something getting in his way. This frustrated him to the point of assigning seven detentions to his students for doing nothing particularly wrong on Wednesday night. He was forced to miss his house's Quidditch match against Hufflepuff due to Ron Weasley trying to hex Pansy Parkinson because she had supposedly said something rude about the redhead's girlfriend. Not being able to see Hunter nor speak to her was driving him insane; he had never felt this way about someone before.
Glaring at the half-giant's turned back, Snape was enraged that Hagrid was cheerfully chatting away with Hunter when Snape could have been sitting next to her. The hooked-nose character strained his ears so he could hear their conversation over the loud cheers and screams.
"Wouldn' we git in trouble if we taught that ta the kids?" Hagrid scratched his beard as he thought about what Hunter had proposed to him to teach his students next.
Hunter laughed, "Heavens no," she sounded very confident in herself. "I would clear it with the Ministry of Magic first, of course..."
"Where would we find 'em though? It took mi most of mi life ta find one-where would we find forty of 'em?" Hagrid seemed pretty uncertain about the subject they were secretly whispering to each other about.
"Just leave that part to me Hagrid...If I can pull it off-will you teach it?" her face grew emotionless as she waited for his answer; she was deadly serious about the subject at hand.
Sighing with an unhappy look on his face, Hagrid finally nodded his enormous head in reply. "Only if ya pull it off," he whispered to her as he turned his attention back to the Quidditch match. The half-giant jumped to his feet when a Gryffindor Chaser easily knocked the Quaffle through one of Ravenclaw's goal posts, "'ORRAY! GREAT SHOT!" he bellowed loudly as he frantically waved his red-gold flag as high in the air as he could.
This is going to be a very long day...Snape sourly thought to himself as he tried to figure out a way to speak to Hunter without drawing anyone else's attention in the process. If he asked to switch seats with Hagrid then the Care of Magical Creatures professor would most likely blurt something out that Snape didn't want anyone else to know about. Suddenly, the Potions Master felt something hit the side of his face; his face grew very rigid as he narrowed his black eyes at the perpetrator.
"Sorry Professor Snape," Hagrid swallowed loudly as he calmly sat back down. The half-giant's frantic flag and arm waving had gotten out of hand and Hagrid had accidentally smacked the Potions Master.
Obviously ruffled about being hit in the face by one of Hagrid's gigantic hands, Snape muttered bitter comments and pretended to go back watching the Quidditch match. Damn hairy, over-grown, clumsy...Snape's thoughts faded when he heard Hunter snickering to herself about something. Turning his head and slightly leaning back, he realized that she was laughing at him; he automatically narrowed his eyes at her too.
Grinning slyly at him for a moment, Hunter continued to snicker to herself as she went back to watching the Quidditch match. He is kinda cute when he is angry, she thought to herself very smugly. As she watched one of the Ravenclaw Beaters knock a Bludger directly at one of the Gryffindor Chasers, someone sat down to the right of her without her even knowing.
When a familiar seventh-year boy wearing red and gold Quidditch robes sped past the teacher section of the stands, Hunter heard a voice she hadn't heard in many years. "GET THE SNITCH HARRY!" Slowly turning her head to the right, she spotted her enemy out of the corners of her eyes; he was sitting right next to her.
"Lupin..." Hunter's black eyes had suddenly turned a light shade of red as she glared at the werewolf. "Enjoying the sunlight?" she hissed in an icy voice when he gave her a fleeting glance.
Remus Lupin kept his yellow tinted eyes on the match as he spoke with the vampire quite warmly. "I should say the same for you..." he sounded very tried and weary right then. The old Dark Arts professor still wore his shabby hand-me-down suits which were only in one color-brown. His golden-brown hair had streaks of grey; being a werewolf had worn the poor wizard out even though he was only thirty-five years old. "How is the Defense Against the Dark Arts teaching position holding up for you?"
"The students still praise you if that's what you are asking," she snapped back at him in a bitter voice. Hunter had never gotten along with Lupin since the last time she had seen him, which was four years ago. "How is Tonks?" the vampire sneered at him just to piss him off.
This got Lupin's full attention, he frowned slightly at her as she continued to glare darkly at him. "What is that suppose to mean Avalon?" Lupin asked in an unhappy tone of voice.
"You know exactly what it means, Lupin," Hunter snapped back at him stubbornly.
Biting his lip for a moment, the werewolf knew that Hunter was still angry at him for what he had done to her such a long time ago. He thought after four years she would had finally forgiven him. "How many times must I tell you that I-" Lupin's soft voice was drowned out by the sound of cheers when Harry had caught the snitch.
By the time the cheering and screaming was dying down, the vampire had already stormed down the steps of the stands before Lupin could try to say anything else to her. Automatically following her, the Potions Master quickened his pace as he tried to catch up with her as she headed back to the castle. "Avalon-" Snape hissed through his clenched teeth as she continued to stomp across the crunchy grass, "Avalon!"
Quickly calming herself, Hunter stopped dead in her tracks and waited for the Potions Master to catch up with her. Her eyes were gleaming in the sunlight at him when she noticed a concerned expression on his shallow face, "How is your head?"
Snape grumbled under his breath, "I can't believe you thought that was funny..." He finally began walking with her at the same pace, but made sure he was at least three feet apart from her just incase anyone was watching.
"I didn't think it was funny," she said seriously, "I thought it was hilarious," she smirked brightly at Snape as he pretended to glare at her. "You couldn't stand one minute of not sitting next to me, could you?" Hunter laughed as he tried to deny the entire thing without smiling back at her. "I had a lovely time with you though..." she whispered softly.
Entering the castle, the two professors stood awkwardly next to the four giant hourglasses. "Would you like to come have a drink?" Snape asked before anyone could enter the castle and ruin his chance to be alone with her for the hundredth time that day.
"Only if you include one of your headache-curing potions in your delicious offer," Hunter gave him a weak smile; she had plenty of stress to deal with now that Lupin was here. When he agreed, she gave him a light kiss on the cheek just before the entrance doors creaked open. Without saying another word, the vampire slipped through the crowd of students unnoticed by everyone, and disappeared down the stairs to the dungeons as she chatted with Draco Malfoy along the way.
As Snape tried to follow Hunter, he was abruptly stopped by Dumbeldore and a shaggy-haired man which Snape instantly recognized. "Severus, just the man we were looking for," the headmaster said in a smooth voice, "I was wondering if I could have a few words with you and Remus, if that would be alright of course." Even though the Potions Master wanted to tell the headmaster to leave him alone, Dumbledore had spoken in such a tone which made the point across that Snape wouldn't be able to say no.
Glancing back at the entrance to the dungeons with an unpleasant look, the hook-nosed character solemnly followed the headmaster and Lupin up the marble steps of the Grand Staircase. Why me! Snape thought to himself. When he had finally gotten the chance to see Hunter for the first time in two days, his plans were once again foiled by some new force. He silently cursed both the headmaster and Lupin as he dragged his feet behind them as they headed to Dumbledore's office.
The Potions Master tapped his fingers impatiently on his folded arms as he listened to the elderly wizard discuss matters of grave important with Lupin and him. It felt like hours to Snape as Dumbledore went on and on for a lengthy period about subjects he could really care less about right then. Occasionally, Snape would scowl at Lupin when Dumbledore wasn't paying attention; he still despised Lupin because he used to be friends with James Potter and Sirius Black. Finally, Dumbledore got to the point of why he had asked Snape to accompany Lupin to his office; it was a good thing too because Snape was getting edgier by the minute.
"Remus is going to stay here for a while-and I need you to brew more Wolfsbane potion for him Severus...If it wouldn't be so much trouble," again Dumbledore used the same tone of voice which told Snape that he wouldn't be able to back out of it.
"Of course headmaster," Snape said as he grinded his teeth, Can I leave now? "I will have the potion ready by next week..." he directed this mumbled comment to Lupin.
Lupin seemed relieved that the Potions Master had agreed to continue brewing him the Wolfsbane potion; Snape had been making the potion for him for at least five years now. "Thank you Severus," the tired werewolf tipped his head in respect to Snape, "You don't know how much I appreciate you doing this for another year..."
Shrugging Lupin's comment off like it was nothing at all, Snape stood up from his seat when Dumbledore had not said anything else. "Is that all Headmaster?" he tried not to sound too agitated. When Dumbledore had excused him, Snape calmly walked out of the headmaster's office and then sprinted down the marble staircase when he knew no one was watching him except for the paintings.
By the time he had made it back down to the dungeons, he had been gone for two hours. Snape found a blank piece of parchment floating right next to his office door. As he grabbed the parchment, he pulled out his black wand to reveal the invisible words. He somehow knew what it was going to say even before the words appeared, "Blood and flames..." Snape sighed unhappily as he finished reading the note.
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Pacing up and down the white steps of the Grand Staircase, the vampire bit her thumb as she thought about what to do with the current problem she was facing. Her steps were deathly silent; she didn't want to wake up the sleeping paintings and cause herself even more stress. Just as she walked past a painting of a posing knight, the knight scrambled through the other paintings trying to catch up with Hunter. "My Lady!" Sir Cadagon called as he accidentally knocked one of the sleeping portraits out of the chair they were resting in. "My fair lady!" the clumsy knight hissed loudly to the left of her.
Hunter turned her head to see the knight bowing gracefully to her; she in turn bowed her head in respect to him, "Sir Cadagon I presume?" she asked in a small whisper. She had heard stories about the clumsy knight and how eccentric he could be at times.
"Yes, my fair lady," the knight removed his metal helmet to reveal his long, wispy white hair. "Forgive me for my impertinence, but is there something troubling thee my fair lady?"
Long ago Hunter would have considered herself a mental case if she found herself having an intelligent conversation with a painting, but now she knew that in the magical world-anything was possible. "Truthfully...I have many things troubling me," she rubbed her temple to indicate that she was having another painful headache.
The knight's white brow curved into a frown, "When fair ladies, such as thee, were troubled by their minds during my times...I would play them romantic love songs," he pretend to be playing a harp. "I shall fetch my harp for thee-" Sir Cadagon sang in a very broken voice as he started to push his way back through the other paintings to get to his own.
"Thank you Sir Cadagon but that will not be necessary," whispered a smooth voice from behind Hunter. "I think I know what is troubling the fair lady..." Lupin winked to the vampire as he stopped on the step right next to her. His tinted yellow eyes shined in the faint light, "Why don't we go for a stroll in the moonlight?" the werewolf asked Hunter politely.
Blood and flames I hate it when he does this to me...Hunter sourly thought to herself when she had the choice of listening to a painting whose voice sounded like a vulture's or having an argument with a werewolf. Sighing loudly, she bowed once again to the unhappy knight, "Maybe some other night Sir Cadagon..." Hunter tried to sound disappointed about not being able to hear the love song.
Following Lupin down the steps of the Grand Staircase and across the courtyard like she was being forced against her own will, Hunter tried her best to keep her temper in check. Four years wasn't nearly long enough for her to forget what he had done to her; she would never forgive him for it. Pocketing her shaking hands in her robes, the vampire walked at an unusual slow stride with her enemy. "What do you want to speak with me about Lupin?" she made sure to be at least five feet away from him.
"You still don't trust me do you?" Lupin took notice of her dark looks and how far she was staying away from him.
She laughed darkly at his question, "I trust you as much as I can trust Pettigrew, if that answers your question."
"Look-Avalon-" Lupin stopped in his tracks and stood stubbornly in front of her, "I don't know exactly why you hate me so much now...If you told me-then maybe I could make it up to you-"
Hissing at him with her eyes quickly glowing red, Hunter took a step back from his outstretched arms. "I don't hate you Lupin-I loathe you with every fiber of my being!" Maybe I should have faced the terrible harp song...it would most definitely be better then listening to his lies. "What do you want to tell me Lupin? I know you didn't come all the way to Hogwarts just to have another argument with me...Since you're such a soft-minded werewolf and all," she rolled her eyes at him secretly.
Lupin folded his arms loosely across his chest as he stood in front of her and continued to receive all of her cold glares. "Harry told me that you are giving him private wandless magic lessons..." he sighed pathetically when he knew very well that all of their conversations would always end up with an argument. "He also tells me that you saved his life from the Whomping Willow last week..." he cocked a curious eyebrow in her direction.
"It was my fault the boy was facing the tree in the first place...I did not save his life," Hunter tried to deny everything. "It wouldn't look very good on my record if I allowed the Whomping Willow to flatten one of my students, now would it?" He gave her that same wolfish-look he use to give her such a long time ago. Quickly shaking her head about the familiar look he was giving her, Hunter pretended to ignore him completely. "I told him not to tell anyone-and what is the first thing he does? He tells you..." she snarled in a displeased voice.
"You haven't changed one bit Avalon..." Lupin chuckled to himself brightly, "Still believe that you can't perform one good deed since you've been a vampire..." The werewolf tilted his head in a curious manner, "How is your brother? I haven't seen him in a few years either..."
Snorting about the subject about her beloved brother, Hunter pushed her blue hair behind her slightly-pointed earsas she thought about what to say. "Quinn managed to find a bit too much of mischief and now the Ministry of Magic is trying to pin me for it all."
"Well you can't blame him...He's only nineteen years old at heart and he's been playing dead for nearly fifteen years..." He casually glanced up at the shining moon, it was nearly full, "One more week until the next full moon," Lupin sighed unhappily.
"When is the wedding, Remus?" Hunter asked in a very calm voice to break the awkward silence. She tried to sound like she could care less about her enemy getting married, but her glowing red eyes changed back to black as she waited for him to answer her question.
He bit his lip and tore his yellow eyes away from the moon, "In a few months..." Lupin stared down at his shabby brown dress shoes as he searched for the right words. "Avalon..." he started to whisper to her but she sharply cut him off.
"Tonks is a very lucky girl," Hunter gave him a broken smile with her pallid lips, "Very clumsy and young...but very lucky..." Trying to keep a very positive attitude about the entire thing, she patted him swiftly on the shoulder and congratulated him. "Mrs. Weasley told me about the wedding a few months ago...she was absolutely brimming with happiness," she said before he could ask her who had told her about it all. "I wish you both the best of life and happiness..." Hunter didn't sound very cheerful as she said it though. After giving him her heart-felt best wishes, Hunter turned away from him and began to trudge back to the castle with an imaginary rain cloud hanging directly over her head. Thanks for all of the venom Remus...
Knowing better, Lupin did not try to run after her...at least their conversation didn't end as horribly as the others had before. He scratched his mud-colored hair as he watched her leave him standing next to the lake alone. It was the very same spot he had asked her to the Yule Ball during her second year at Hogwarts. "Just wonderful..." he sighed sadly to himself.
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"Now the trick with conjuring items without your wand is that you must picture the item you want to appear without any help of your memories-it has to do with your imagination..." Hunter whispered to her favorite seventh-year student on Sunday afternoon. "We'll try something very simple first-something you see every day," she rubbed her chin as she contemplated about what would be easy to conjure. "Ah-ha!" she cried when she came up with the perfect solution to her problem. "Make a snitch appear, Mr. Potter...I believe you know what they look like well enough to imagine one," Hunter winked at him cheerfully.
Tightly shutting his green eyes, Harry could easily picture a golden orb with miniature wings zooming around in the back of his mind. He was concentrating so hard and for so long, he swore he could actually hear the snitch zipping around his head. Harry only opened his eyes when he heard Hunter clapping her hands; he just caught sight of a snitch flying just above his eye-level.
"Wonderful..." Hunter seemed very pleased with Harry's progress in learning wandless magic, "You've been practicing I see, Mr. Potter." Tapping the side of her head, the vampire contemplated on the next object he should conjure out of thin air for her, "We'll have to try something a little bit harder this time...Hmm," she muttered to herself. Then, as if a light bulb had turned on inside of her mind, the vampire's pallid lips curved into a sly smile. "Conjure a miniature toy hinkypunk..." Hunter beamed at her wonderful idea.
Straining his mind for a few minutes, Harry tried to remember what those dark creatures actually looked like. He remembered that they were always carrying a lantern to lure their victims into the murky depths of the fog and marshes. Hinkypunks were transparent, blending right with the fog they loved to hide in. Biting his lip as he tried to picture a toy and a somewhat cuter version of the dark creature, Harry suddenly felt something soft fall on top of his head. Carefully opening one eye, Harry was relieved to see a plushy version of a Hinkypunk staring right back at his face.
Before he could have a better look at the stuffed Hinkypunk he had made, Hunter snatched it off the top of his head and tossed it on her desk. "This time try conjuring a green chair for me, Mr. Potter..." the vampire was enjoying this little game now.
At first Harry thought this would be as simple as conjuring a stuffed dark creature or a snitch, but the larger the object-the harder it was for Harry to perform the spell. His face grew red as he tried to conjure the green chair his Dark Arts professor wanted, "This is impossible..." Harry finally stopped concentrating when he was turning blue in the face and forgetting to breathe.
"The bigger the item you want to conjure, the more difficult it will be..." Hunter pulled her hair back behind her slightly-pointed ears, "Try picturing the chair in your mind piece by piece," she suggested in a calm voice. "Give it a try at least," she narrowed her eyes at Harry when he gave her a skeptical look. "Close your eyes-" the vampire purred in a soft but stern voice, "First picture the chair's legs...Make sure there are four..."
Harry opened one of his eyes to give her another look of disbelief; he quickly closed it when she barked at him for not doing what he was told.
"Picture the seat of the chair next...then the back of the chair...Now change the color to green and keep your mind focused on it. All you want is the green chair, nothing else-just the bloody chair. You can't live without this chair...if you don't have this chair right now you will have no purpose to your life..." Hunter folded her arms smugly across her chest when she spotted a green chair appearing right behind the boy, Good, good...Trust is the key Mr. Potter... "Why don't you sit down for a spell, Mr. Potter?" she finally asked him in a cheery tone of voice.
Quickly opening his eyes, Harry spun around to see the green chair before him; it was just as he had imagined it. "Brilliant!" he beamed to himself about his major accomplishments so far in the lesson. "Now what else do you want me to conjure?"
She laughed in reply, "Don't get so cocky Mr. Potter, you're not a complete master at this yet...just remember that." Subconsciously biting her thumb, the vampire was pondering on whether to make the next object very difficult to conjure or not for him. "Since you think you're ready for something a little more complex..." Hunter snapped her fingers and made a wooden bird cage appear in her pallid hands, "Create a bird to put in this bird cage, Mr. Potter."
The first thing that came to Harry's mind was a chirping blue bird fluttering around in his mind, just as he had pictured the golden snitch earlier. Focusing all he could on conjuring the twittering bird, he opened his eyes only when he heard a bird tweeting a few inches before him. Harry was beaming with pride when he saw a tiny blue bird ruffling its feathers in the cage until he noticed something was wrong with the bird.
"You forgot about the eyes Mr. Potter," Hunter's pallid lips curled into a sneer just before she waved her hand over the bird and it disappeared in a puff of black smoke. "Try once more...it's not so easy, is it Mr. Potter?" the vampire teased.
Half an hour later after toiling with specifically remembering that a bird had eyes, a beak, and two legs-not three, Harry was finally able to conjure a perfect twittering blue bird. Mentally drained, Harry didn't have the strength to boast about his accomplishment this time around.
"Wonderful Mr. Potter!" the vampire ruffled her student's hair lightly and patted him approvingly on the back, "Well done..."
There was a small knock at the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom door just before the door creaked open. "Harry?" a scruffy man nervously entered the classroom, "It's nearly five-thirty...did you forget about our daily walk?"
Growling under her breath, Hunter stepped away from the boy with a dark gleam in her black eyes. "We're finished for the day Mr. Potter, I expect to see you next Sunday afternoon..." the vampire never looked directly at Lupin.
As if sensing the terrible vibes being emitted by the two half-breeds, Harry quickly rushed out of the classroom with Lupin. "She doesn't like you very much, does she?" the seventh-year boy whispered in a small voice as they were walking down the long empty corridor heading back to the Grand Staircase.
"Believe it or not, we use to be the best of friends at school..." Lupin yellow-tinted eyes gleamed for a moment when he thought back to his days at Hogwarts. His eyes soon became dull though when he stopped remembering his bright childhood, "Come on, we have much to discuss today..."
Wandering downstairs to the lower levels of the Dungeons, Hunter stuck near the shadows as Slytherin students appeared in the dark corridors every once in a while. She ventured to the Potions Master's office and knocked on his door. When there was no reply, she impatiently began tapping her foot on the stone floor and knocked again at the door. Guessing that he was not in his office, she trudged over to his dungeon classroom with a scowl on her face. Sighing loudly, Hunter felt a little depressed about not finding Snape in his usual places; she dragged herself out of his classroom.
Hunter's ears twitched when she heard a low mumbling sound coming from the private store room next to his musty dungeon classroom. As she drew closer to the closed door, the vampire heard a very familiar voice. "Bullocks...Look at what you've gotten yourself into...After you swore you would never make another potion for that-" The Potions Master's voice was drowned out by a loud hissing sound.
Silently pushing the door open, the vampire poked her head in to find an inch of yellow smoke spilling out of the cauldron and covering the entire stone floor of the private store room. A faint smile appeared on her pallid lips when she spotted Snape busily working on a potion. Hunter made sure not to make him notice her entrance and watched the Potions Master at work.
His greasy black hair was tied back into a small ponytail, as he loomed over the hissing cauldron with a dark frown on his sullen face. He would throw several different ingredients into the cauldron and then stir the new ingredients in until the smoke pouring out of the cauldron was a new color. Instead of wearing his usual black robes, he had a white button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a pair of black slacks on. Pausing momentarily, he rolled his right sleeve down and wiped the sweat that was dripping down his forehead. Snape's black eyes caught sight of the blue-haired professor standing at the doorway and he immediately froze.
"Hello..." Hunter shut the door behind her, "Enjoying yourself?" her voice was very cheerful for once.
Wiping his brow once again, Snape returned her smile with his heart racing due to presence. For more than once that day, he thought that he had lost her for all of eternity. "Come to mock me, have you?" he had some trouble forming his thoughts into words.
"I just wanted to talk. That's all..." Hunter smiled at him without showing her fangs; she knew that her over-sized incisors intimidated even the strongest beings. "Wolfsbane potion?" she asked with a hint of curiosity as she drew closer to the cauldron.
"Why do you have such a vast knowledge of every subject known to man?" The Potions Master wasn't very serious about what he had observed of her. He was slightly taken aback with her carefully chosen words she used to retort back.
"You must use all of your resources before the final grain of sand in your hourglass falls," she mused quietly as she examined his ingredient list. It was ironic, for a vampire to be worried about not having enough time to learn about the world when they would live until the world turns to dust. Hunter causally glanced over at the bubbling liquid in his pewter cauldron, "Hmmm..."
"What?"
Hunter moved away from the cauldron closer to him with such elegance, the Potions Master could have sworn she was dancing just for him. Again, she positioned herself so her nose was almost touching his. "There is one thing I do not know very much of," the vampire whispered with her red lips brushing against his, "You..."
Cautiously, he lifted his rough hand and brushed her pallid cheek ever so gently. At first, he thought this was a terrible trick she was using on him for the past week just to have her revenge. Snape stared deeply into her eyes to see something he had never seen before-an unexplainable warmth. "Did you want a private lesson?"
"Perhaps," she gave him a devilish grin.
For a few seconds, they stood there in silence, just centimeters from each other's body. Both wanted to take their time but a sudden, uncontrollable hunger took over their calm composure. The vampire smoothly began undoing his top collar buttons as they quickly backed into an empty cauldron behind them. They locked lips before they could think about the consequences and soon their tongues were intertwined. Slipping the belt off his trousers and dropping it on the stone floor, Hunter was pacing herself as she undid his robe buttons; their lips still locked of course. Meanwhile, Snape was having trouble finding a way to get her out of her dress; he couldn't find any bottons or zippers. If he couldn't find any way in soon, he was just going have to rip it off her.
Hunter's slightly-pointed ears picked up footsteps approaching. "No..." Without any warning, she hastily pulled away from the Potions Master and disappeared in a blink of an eye.
Suddenly, the door to Snape's private store of potion ingredients and cauldrons creaked opened. An unsuspecting headmaster entered the dungeon with a somewhat pleasant expression on his elderly face. He was humming to himself quietly until he noticed that Snape was half-dressed and disheveled. Dumbledore stood silently in front of the Potions Master as if he was deeply considering what was going on. "Perhaps I'll come back at another time..." the elder wizard said in a wise voice as he slowly backed out of the room.
"Merlin's beard," Snape hissed once the headmaster was gone; his cheeks were flushed with embarrassment. "Avalon...?" he awkwardly began buttoning up his robes as he glanced around the deadly silent room.
As quickly as she had disappeared, the vampire reappeared a few feet to the right of the Potions Master. She was tying her blue hair back into a tight ponytail and pushing the edge of her dress back down. "I should go...you really need to finish that Wolfsbane potion... Forgive me," Hunter went over to him and helped him with his robe collar.
"What are you doing Friday night?" he gently pulled her hands away from his exposed throat and held them delicately in his own. "I want to take you somewhere very special-no interruptions this time..."
Smiling weakly, she gave in and agreed to go on a second date with him to Hogsmeade. "Get back to your potion...I've distracted you for too long," she whispered smoothly. Before she pulled her frozen hands away from his, she gave him a very peculiar look. "If I knew any better, I'd say that you fancy me..." Hunter kissed him on the lips until she could feel his grow numb and cold just like hers.