A/N: A little... citrusy towards the end. Just a preview of what's to come, my lovelies. I hope it's not rushed, or feels forced. It just feels like it's overdue.

The meeting with our parents, Headmistress, and Professor Snape was... awkward. My mother didn't show up, luckily, but my dad was there with Jax. Professor McGonagall was in a particularly sour mood that day, so she transfigured him into a goblet, which offended my father deeply.

"You and that bloody chicken are a nuisance," said Mr. Anderson in his usual sourpuss tone.

"Excuse me, but Jax is not a chicken. Do you not know anything about birds, Angus?" My father rolled his eyes as he cradled the bright orange goblet in his arms.

The meeting lasted nearly an hour, which annoyed me because I planned to do homework in the library before I attended detention with Professor Snape. That night I had to write lines and complete any remaining homework I had, which contained a rather long essay on in Advanced Potions, due by Tuesday.

The meeting dragged on; Ondine's and Abana's parents were as stupid as their daughters (as they should be, given the parents were cousins themselves). Professor Snape lost his temper a few times and had to put the Andersons in their place (can you guess who his least favorite student in Slytherin was?). The O'Haras remained fairly quiet during the meeting, only speak when spoken to (with the exception of Sam, who had a large mouth, and kept making snide comments since she had to be seated next to Harley).

After the meeting, everyone's parents all shook hands (well, the Andersons didn't... they were pretty snobby and thought they were better than everyone else because they were well-off), and disappeared. Samantha, Ondine, Abana, and Harley all left the room, the latter three trying to push Sam down the steps the best they could. Professor McGonagall apparrated from her office (privilege of being Headmistress, I guessed), leaving me and Professor Snape.

"Six o'clock, Geller. Don't keep me waiting," he said as he gracefully strode out of the room.

"I wouldn't dream of it," I said quietly.

Halloween

As usual, dinner feast was nothing but sweets - candied apples, taffies, the works. Anything that could rot your teeth out was served; if it weren't for all the stairs and how large the castle was, almost every student would most likely be obese from all the sweets and other marvelous meals that were served on a daily basis. In honor of former Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, there was an assortment of Muggle treats he once enjoyed, which caused many sour looks among the Pure-Bloods (excluding me - I thought Muggles were rather interesting).

Sam and Harley avoided each other like the plague after the previous meeting with our parents (along with the detentions and loss of points to our House, which I was earning back in detention anyway. Ha ha.) It was relieving for me, so I had more time to both study and oggle at Professor Snape, who looked quite fetching that night in his usual, tight-fitting black teaching robes.

What are you hiding under there, my dear Professor?

We caught each other's eye for a moment before he was pulled away into a conversation with Professor Lupin, who looked avid as he munched on as much chocolate as he could get his hands on. Maybe it helped the Lycanthrope, like girls on their periods. Coincidence? I think not!

After the tooth-rotting meal, I followed Professor Snape down to his office to serve my detention. I had my homework packed with me, since all he really wanted me to do was my homework and just observe the potion he was making. There were times when I wondered if my father meddled in my schooling so Professor Snape would go easy on me.

"Have a seat, Ms. Geller," he said as he conjured a chair in front of his desk.

"Thank you, sir," I said as I sat down in the comfortable chair and took out my homework.

"Have you performed your Patronus charm yet?" he asked as he conjured fire under his cauldron.

"Yes, sir," I said as I opened up my Transfiguration book to go into deeper details on how I could become an Animagus.

He remained silent for a while as he focused intently on his potion. I didn't mind - I was quite interested in learning how I could transfigure myself into some animal. A wolf? A bird? There were so many options.

"Was it a shield, or an actual Patronus?" he asked quietly after about five minutes of pure silence.

"The first few were shields," I said as I took notes from my book. "I was the first in my class to conjure an actual Patronus. Professor Lupin awarded Slytherin twenty points."

I could almost hear that pleased smiled.

"Five points to Slytherin," he said with glee. "Were you in class with the Gryffindors?"

"Ravenclaws, sir," I answered as I looked up at him.

His lip curled upward again. "Another five points."

I snickered quietly and went back to my homework, which required two rolls of parchment on the procedures to become an Animagus, what we wish to learn how to Transfigure ourselves into, and why. Oh, and something about dangerous affects... blah, blah, blah.

"It's a panther, sir," I said after an unknown amount of minutes passed, which felt like hours to me.

Thank Merlin it's not a damned platypus. What the hell does that even say about someone, anyway?

"Is that so?" he said quietly from his cauldron. "That would explain your... predicament."

I tied my first completed roll of parchment and raised an eyebrow at him.

"What do you mean by that, Professor?"

"Panthers are said to be aggressive." The bastard had the nerve to smirk.

Feeling quite bold (was something slipped into my pumpkin juice?), I stood up and walked over to his cauldron.

"I'm aggressive?" I crossed my arms from the other side of his cauldron, eyeing him closely.

"Indeed," was his response as he stirred his potion three times clockwise. "I haven't encountered a student with that for a Patronus. Your blasted father had some kind of beaver creature as his."

"A platypus," I responded.

Professor Snape rolled his eyes. "Typical of Ember."

He waved his hand over his cauldron and the fire immediately died down to a small flame. He swiftly moved around the cauldron and stood near me.

"Tell me, Ms. Geller, have you been enjoying our time together?"

I looked up at him; his dark eyes were locked on me. I nodded in response.

"Yes, sir. It's given me an opportunity to not only keep up with my studies, but learn from the best Potions Master I've heard of," I responded, knowing I'd get brownie points for stroking his ego (I'd prefer it was his cock, but you can't rush these things).

He smirked down at me. "Are we trying to suck up now, Ms. Geller?"

"No, sir. I'm only speaking my mind."

"Your mind, huh?" he muttered, backing me against the shelving behind us. "What is on that mind of yours, anyhow..."

...and there I was, seeing myself many years ago in his class, watching him a couple rows down, as a fourteen year old girl with a silly crush. He was talking about the properties of flubberworm mucus, and was assigning us a horrific amount of homework.

"Your bloody boyfriend is a nightmare," a much younger Sam said with an eyeroll as she packed her bag at the end of the lesson.

"Sshh!" younger me hissed. "Someone might hear you!"

Then I was suddenly fifteen, at the Slytherin table, watching him with my hand resting in my chin, daydreaming about him, and what could be underneath his robes. I felt a tugging in my mind, and there I was at age seventeen, in the empty dormitory, masturbating to the thought of him fucking me.

"Ms. Geller..." Professor Snape said slowly as he leaned into me, both hands resting on either side of me.

"Wh-... You... You can't just intrude into peoples' memories like that!" I said angrily, though I was more humiliated than angry. He knew.

"How long?" he continued in his quiet voice.

"Since I was about twelve," I responded while staring down at our (nearly) colliding bodies, feeling his magic overcome me. "Sir, I... I'm sorry, I just feel really light-headed."

I clutched onto the back of the shelving, feeling the room spin slightly. He grabbed my upper arms and held me still.

"You can feel it, can't you?" he whispered in my ear, his breath sweet from chocolate and whatever else he'd eaten.

"What even is it?" I hesitated for a moment before daring to lay my hands on his arms.

"I've been able to feel your magic for the past year," he said as he moved in closer, having me firmly placed against the shelving. "Yours must be more recent. Silly girl..."

"But why are we feeling this?" I finally looked up at him, seeing fire in his eyes and lust written all over his face.

Oh gods, please tell me I'm not dreaming right now.

"You're not dreaming, Ms. Geller," came his quick response.

Am I speaking aloud?

"Nobody is completely sure why it happens," he began as his body pressed against mine, "but it can happen to any witch or wizard. A force pulling them together... begging for each other."

If I could have had some kind of way to record the way his voice sounded when he said that, I would have played it regularly while I had my fun in the privacy of my own room.

"Are you nervous, Ms. Geller?" he said quietly, one hand reaching up to the back of my head. "Do you feel the pull growing stronger?"

"Yes," I said breathlessly as I stared up at him, feeling a rush of hormones and his complete power overtake me.

"This is very much breaking the rules," he said as he leaned down, our lips nearly touching.

"Yes, sir," I whispered, my hands going to his chest, running them along the many buttons of his frock coat.

"I could lose my job and you could be expelled." Our lips were close enough for me to feel the heat radiating from his mouth.

"I know, Professor," I responded, feeling his hands slide down to my hips before he jerked me upwards and placed me on the table below the shelves.

"A small taste couldn't hurt..." he said in a low voice, moving himself between my legs.

This can't be real. Severus Snape wouldn't do this. This has to be some kind of cruel trick. Robbie, if that is you, I will curse you to the point of having to live with your grandmother!

"I would have to agree with you on that," I said just before our lips collided.

There it was. Our magic combining, feeling intensity I never knew imaginable. The few times I'd kissed (and maybe snogged once or twice) Robbie, I felt nothing. This was electrifying - I could feel his very power going through my veins with blinding intensity. His lips - oh, those lips... so soft, so seldom used for their true purpose.

He guided me through our slow kiss, which turned into a battle of aggression; he was pushing me as hard as he could against the shelves, and I was doing my best to tug away some of his damned clothing. He groaned into my mouth when he pushed his hardness against my moist knickers, having already thrust my skirt up.

"Fuck," I heard him whisper when he released my lips. "Ms. Geller... Lucy... You need to go."

"I- what?" I said as I opened my eyes, my vision blurry and the room spinning from the most intense moment of my life.

"Leave," he said as he pulled me off of the table. "Not now. Even though you are of age, this is far too risky right now." He straightened himself, doing his best to cover his erection.

"Professor..." I said quietly, "please. You saw my memories. You should know I would never breathe a word of this to anyone."

"Ms. Geller, please go back to your dormitory," he said in a firmer voice. "We can have this conversation later. I would prefer to not shag you the first time we kissed."

Ohh... a gentleman.

"Collect your things and go." He turned around and hurried toward the door to what I always assumed was his private chambers. "Not a word of any of this to anyone. I will see you in class."

With that, the door slammed shut, and I heard the wards go up. All I could do was stand there and question my sanity, and the reality of everything happening so fast. It couldn't have been real.