Not mine. All JK Rowlings.

Filmed in front of a live studio audience.

It had been almost a week since their steamy spat in the dungeon corridor but that didn't make what happened any less confusing for the professors. Septima had convinced herself that it was some sick way of controlling her, silencing her with a hot steamy kiss, there was no way in hell he would have kissed her because he wanted to!

Severus wasn't seeing things much clearer, he had convinced himself that Septima had put a curse on him or slipped him a lust potion to make him want her in a sexual way - yes that's definitely it! there is no other way I'd kiss her. She must've cursed me to want to hold her curves in my hands...taste her gorgeous full lips and consider making love to her right there on the dungeon floor...oh fuck off! - noticing his evident arousal, sneering, he said out loud - " Curse must not have worn off yet - I'm going to make that wanton minx pay for this" And with a billow of his robes, he left his chambers and stalked his way to the astronomy tower with his best sneer firmly in place.

After knocking loudly on her door, the sight he beheld when she opened up, quite literally took his breath away. Septima was standing in a knee-length green silk teddy nightdress, hair dishevelled with rosy cheeks - she looked like a beautiful woodland fairy. Severus felt a familiar stirring in his loins and a sudden urge to feel her body against his again.

She couldn't sleep so decided to make herself a cup of tea and read her latest novel, Pride and Prejudice. She'd read it hundreds of time in her youth, craving a romance like the one Elisabeth and Fitzwilliam experienced. Hate, turning to respect, turning to love and lust to the point of frustration. Such things were dreams, never to occur. She would be married to a man she despised within the month - confined to a life of misery and unappreciative partnership. She could admit she found Severus attractive, he wasn't your classical looking hunk, but he had an interesting face, aristocratic edges and a voice that could melt any female. She'd also noticed how firm and buff he was after their meeting in the dungeon corridor.

These thoughts were interrupted by a rather frantic knock that was given at her door. Without even a thought to her appearance, she padded towards the door and opened. Severus Snape stood there, gobsmacked, out of breath - taking in her apparel. God he looks bloody sexy like that, he looks wild, like he'd ravish me right here...you wish Septima! We're mad at him...don't forget the dungeon incident!

And with that she gave him her best sneer..." What the hell do you want Snape!"

It took him a moment or two to snap out of his reverie and realised she had asked him a question and was eying him suspiciously. She really was beautiful, more so when she was mad at him. His stomach felt in knots and his heart was beating out his chest. This was the moment, as he would tell his children in the future, he realised he had fallen in love with Septima.

This realisation only stunted his answer further. He was speechless. Severus Snape, ex death eater, world renown bachelor, cold hearted bastard, was in love.

"Severus, is there something wrong?" Septima asked him in a soft, concerned voice. "What's gotten you into such a state...has something happened?" With this she stepped forward and rest her had on his arm. The point of contact snapped Snape back into reality - he couldn't let her know he loved her, he would be the laughing stock of the wizarding world! So in true Snape fashion, he reacted in a manner that would push her away.

"Get your filthy hands off me you hag! I merely came to tell you that I'd be moving the Slytherin staff meeting to 6pm tonight, Now if you're quite finished walking around with skimpy nightwear on, please put on something more suitable befitting of a professor - I've just had breakfast Vector and the sight of you is making me sick!" He poured all the venom he could in his retort, which did not go past Septima unnoticed.

Instead of her usual battle of wits reply she would have thrown back at him any other time, she looked at him with hurt eyes and silently shut the door in his face. She didn't know why his outburst had hurt her so much, why it made her chest ache. It was at that moment she realised she was truly in love with Severus - and he'd just broken her heart, in a way that only he could.

As she looked at him and slowly closed the door, Severus felt terrible. Why hadn't she called him a bastard like she usually did? She looked hurt, truly hurt. He always had a knack of hurting those closest to him. He pushed Lily away with his sharp tongue, his mother no longer speaks to him after he decided to tell her how she messed his life up from the day she had him, his relationship with Albus was strained despite looking to him as a father since he was 11 and now Septima, the one girl who he knew he truly loved, she matched him in intelligence, wit, sarcasm and cunning - there would be no way he could tell her his feelings now, why would she believe him?

They were promised to each other in marriage but now, maybe she would refuse him, perhaps living a life as a squib would be more attractive to her than a life stuck with the bat of the dungeons. He stood for almost 5 minutes straight staring at the door, not believing what he had just done to her before sighing in frustration at himself and skulked down the hall to his chambers. For some reason his robes didn't billow with the vivaciousness they used to. He had hurt the woman he loved...he was ashamed of could only hope that she would be willing to at least speak to him at the staff meeting later that evening.

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