There is a delicate line that separates you from me.

It's called sanity... and I want you to cut it off.

I woke up early in the morning. The pain in my body kept me from sleeping well, I was completely shattered. The truth is that I didn't feel like going to class and facing anyone today, I wanted to disappear again. Dissolve in the air and become a mist.

I was thinking of going to the infirmary and thus get rid of classes but Madame Pomfrey would notice my bruises on the skin, plus she had a dirty punishment to serve from today for the rest of the week. I had to sigh repeatedly before finally deciding that she had to get out of bed.

By midmorning my classes were going wonderfully well, as always. My teachers said that I was a very smart girl and that I would be a model student if it weren't for the fights I get into. That was impossible for me, since there was an endless war between the Rosenbergs that would end up killing one of the two.

It was time to go down to the dungeons in a hurry and go back up as soon as possible, my enchantments class would start very soon and I only had a few minutes to collect the potions class. Along the way, I prayed that the first graders had behaved well today and hadn't left me much to clean up in the classroom.

Luckily for me the classroom was in good condition, there was only a trace of a small paper ball fight on the floor and some messy potions on the shelf.

—You're late, Rosenberg —his usual tiresome comment was already starting to piss me off.

Snape was behind his desk, going through the potions work of the freshmen boys with no time to waste. From his bitter face, more than normal, I think almost everyone was wrong. It is difficult for first-year kids to adapt, especially with this type of teacher. I had already absorbed myself, I had no time to waste!

After searching quickly among the desks for paper wrappers, I found only seven under the classroom tables. I threw them in the trash and started sorting jars on the shelf. I could carefully observe that some potions had reached very far from their site, the first-year must live a real horror here, I feel sorry for them.

—How is your sister, Rosenberg?

Professor Snape had stealthily positioned himself behind me, watching my every move. This made me really nervous.

—She is just as determined to join the Death Eaters, professor.

I felt him get dangerously close to my ear. I could almost even smell him and surely he could feel me shaking. I was so close that I felt his robe brush against mine.

—If I see you two fighting in the middle of the hall again, there will be serious consequences for both this time, in addition to the scratches on your arm Rosenberg. Although, with you Elinor, I could make a small exception...

At that moment Professor Snape's hands came to rest on my thighs, rubbing me hard. He had his fingers digging into my thigh under my little gray cloth skirt. His hands grew hotter with each rub. I began to notice the heat of his body that moved at the same time as his hands, rubbing against mine. His breath hitched and his breath hit my ears with heat. He pounced on my bare neck. His tongue was hot as was his hands but the hot wetness only made things worse when he licked me hard. The pleasure was unleashed in me.

—Aah!... No! Please... Mmh. Professor... Aaah! —He ignored my pleas, he kept attacking my hot thighs...

He sucked on my neck eagerly for more, even biting me in small doses as he made his tongue dance on my neck. His hands were already stroking the inside of my thighs that were trembling but not with fear... with excitement. I tried to press my lips together and resist him, but my body was paralyzed. It was a doll in his hands.

—Hmm! Aah!

And I couldn't stop moaning... When have I learned to moan like that? Snape had already crawled up to my right earlobe. His breathing had become very agitated, and his hands were beginning to climb my hip uncontrollably, his skin was too hot... I think if he kept it up really... I was going to ...

—No... Nooo !

I managed to get rid of the forced embrace of him with a strong push, at the same time that my breathing returned to normal. He twisted his face, his eyes were vibrant, they had flashes of lust in his black eyes, it seemed that in a moment they would swallow me completely.

—You are a scoundrel, sir! Actually, you just wanted to touch me without having barely changed my sister's destiny! Than cruel! Miserable!

He took my arm violently, bringing his face close to mine but I turned my face away from him, so as not to look at him. I never wanted to look at him again, if he killed me right there it would be a great comfort to me.

—You can't tell me how to collect my share of the deal, Rosenberg. And if you want to stay around, keep quiet.

His voice was impassive although it was still accelerated by the friction with my body. For him I was a little bunny lost in the middle of the forbidden forest and I had made a deal with the worst wolf I ever encountered.

—Let me go, sir! I hate you! You are a mean being. I'll get anything without your help, I don't need you, sir!

I ran out of there without looking anywhere. He had treated me like a dirty toy, I should never have trusted him. I passed the group going to potions and hurried up the stairs without anyone being able to look at my face flushed with excitement.

Why did he have to do this to me? Why had I gotten so excited when he touched me?

I was ashamed of myself, I had let him touch me with those deadly hands.

How had it occurred to him to do that in class hours and without my consent, without any shame. He had touched me, it was the first time that a man had touched me like that, I always thought it would be in a few years with the one indicated but ... it had been with my potions teacher.

I was shaking, I was scared and very confused ...

But all I knew was that the part that he had touched me was hot.