Disclaimer: The Harry Potter Universe is not owned by me but by the lovely J.K Rowling. I wish I was as brilliant as her. In that regards, this fanfic is 100% original and something that I dreamt one night. I just added onto it as I went along.

AN: Hey, guys! I hope you are still enjoying the story! Things are about to heat up soon and get more interesting as the apprenticeship starts! But first, we have to figure out what is going on at the Yule Ball! In the original version, I had BeautiflDisastar co-writing with me. With both of our schedules conflicting, I am not sure if we will be able to continue that, but I will always give her credit where it is due. When we have chapters that she didn't co-write with me, I will let you all know. Without further ado, Here is chapter 6!

Chapter 6

Severus appeared in Natalia's floo seconds later and the fire died down with a 'pop'. He shook a little ash off his school robes and stepped into the living room. He looked around carefully, listening for any indication of life. A quiet 'meow' came from the bedroom and Severus followed it. He came into the room and Natalia was still sleeping. It was in the early hours of the morning now, a little after three in the morning, so that was not surprising to him. However, he needed to test his theory. He went over to the bed, gently shaking Natalia by the shoulders he said, "Ms. Rook. I need you to wake up. Ms. Rook?"

Natalia started to stir, blinking slowly. She looked around, seemingly disoriented. "Professor? Is it time for my lesson? Wha-"

She stopped talking and just looked at him for a moment. Severus raised a brow. "Ms. Rook. What are you feeling right now? Do you have a headache? Nause-" He was suddenly cut off when a finger touched his lips. He scowled, about to pull away when Natalia used her spare hand to pull him towards her. He was caught off guard and fell on his hands, which rested on either side of Natalia's body. She smiled up at him, her eyes glazed over.

"Oh, Severus. Hmmm. I'm glad that you are here. Saving me. My hero." She smiled giddily up at him, nibbling on her bottom lip. Severus frowned down at her, shaking his head, he quickly stood up.

"Ms. Rook. I think you have been manipulated by the punch to have… certain feelings for me. You need to snap out of it. I am your potions master starting tomorrow. You are my apprentice. You will act like it. Now!" Severus tried the stern routine. If she was as infatuated with him as he thought, perhaps he could snap her out of it. He was hopeful. A feeling he hadn't felt in ages.

Natalia started in surprise, backing away from him, nearly in fear. The infatuation disappearing instantly from her eyes. She looked down at herself and blushed. She covered herself more with her blanket. Severus nodded. It seemed that any other quick stimulation of another emotion cancels out the effects of whatever was added to the punch.

A horrifying thought occurred to him. Many students of each school fourth year and above had been present during the dance and Merlin knows how many of those students drank the contaminated punch. He was going to have a school of infatuated teenagers on his hands. He had to consult with Dumbledore right away. "I'm sorry, Ms. Rook, but I have to leave." With a sudden, loud 'pop', Severus was gone.

Severus landed outside of the school gates and started walking towards the castle at a quick pace. He walked into the lower west floor the entrance brought him to and started towards the Grand staircase to get to the headmaster's office, his robes billowing behind him. "Bogey flavored beans," he hissed at the stone gargoyle guarding the office. The gargoyle leaped to life revealing the swirling stone staircase. Severus knocked on the headmaster's door after walking up the spiral staircase for what seemed the fifth time that night.

Severus heard muffled talking while he was waiting for permission to enter. After a few seconds, Dumbledore answered looking quite disheveled. His robes looked like they had been quickly thrown on and his long hair and beard were wild looking. "Headmaster!" Severus gasped "Are you alright?"

Dumbledore chuckled. "I assure you, dear boy, I am quite fine. Now I take it this isn't a social call. Please come in."

Stepping into the office after the headmaster, Severus strode over to the chair in front of the headmaster's desk and sat down. "Albus, we have a slight problem."

"Oh?" Dumbledore responded looking quite amused. "Anything to do with a certain young lady? Ms. Rook, perhaps?"

"Not exactly," Severus said shooting Dumbledore a funny look.

"Oh, do explain!" Dumbledore said looking even more amused than before.

"Well, to be honest sir, we are going to have an entire school of love-induced imbeciles on our hands," Severus explained exasperatedly. Minerva seemed to magically appear at those words from the headmaster's personal chambers.

"Love-induced?" she asked sharply. Minerva McGonagall looked just as disheveled as the headmaster. Her graying auburn hair, usually in a top knot, was hanging frazzled down to her collarbone. Her normally immaculate robes were crinkled. The only thing that seemed not to be out of place was the tight grimace on her face. Severus had a terrifying thought come to him based on both Minerva and Dumbledore's appearances. With the question poised on his lips, he decided he really didn't want to know after all.

"What on earth do you mean, Severus!" Minerva exclaimed, snapping him out of his reverie.

"Well, Minerva. The punch at the dance was compromised. I had no idea about it until Ms. Rook ended up passing out on me while walking the Slytherins to the dungeon. However, it was not alcohol. I believe it's an infatuation potion. It's odorless, tasteless and colorless. Virtually undetectable," Severus explained.

"When I went to check on Ms. Rook a few minutes ago, she... she tried to pull me into her arms and called me her hero. It wasn't until I snapped at her in my frightful demeanor that she seemed to snap out of it," he concluded. Minerva gasped while Dumbledore seemed to be trying not to laugh.

"Something you'd like to share headmaster?" Severus asked grumpily. "It seems to me that the culprit, or culprits, got one over on you." Dumbledore laughed. "It seems to me, headmaster, that you know more than you're letting on," Severus growled. Dumbledore just chuckled his eyes twinkling merrily.

"Oh, I think not Severus. You know that nothing happens in this school without me knowing. I just don't see the harm in this. It is mere infatuation. It isn't a lust potion after all. No need to fret." His eyes twinkled as he said this. Severus just stared at him, unimpressed.

"How do you explain Potter's name getting in the goblet then?" he asked defiantly. Dumbledore's smile dropped and turned into a frown immediately.

"That, my boy, I am still looking into. You have a point, but as it were, I do know who was involved and they will be dealt with. As you said, an extreme emotion besides the infatuation will stop the effects. Shouldn't be too hard to get Peeves recruited to scare the students." After thinking a moment, he continued. "Actually, Severus, if I could get you to send the Bloody Baron to me that would be most pleasant," Dumbledore said.

"The Bloody Baron?" Severus questioned.

"Yes, I'm sure that The Baron will be most agreeable on enlisting Peeves for our cause. As you know he's the only person that Peeves will listen to and I'd rather not waste time trying to set rules that Peeves will ignore coming from me," Dumbledore explained dismissively.

"Of course, sir," Severus replied turning to leave.

Severus walked to the astronomy tower stairs and started climbing them. He figured he would check here first as this was one of the Baron's favorite spots. As he reached the top of the stairs he could hear the baron's chains clanking about and soft moaning.

"Baron?" Severus called out as he entered the tower. The clanking stopped.

"What do you want, Snape?" the Baron asked gruffly. "You're interrupting my daily haunt."

"The headmaster wishes to have a word with you about Peeves."

The Baron groaned. "If I wasn't already dead, that damn poltergeist would likely be the death of me. Very well then." Without another word, he glided away through the wall.

With it being so early in the morning as Severus had only slept about half an hour and between Natalia and the headmaster had taken about an hour, it was still relatively early. He decided to go relieve one of the teachers from their post at the dance. Just as he had thought, there were a few stragglers left at the ball. He spotted Potter, Granger, Lovegood, the Weasley boy and his sister, Malfoy, Zambini, Goyle, Crabbe, Abbott, Longbottom, Delacour, Krum, the older Greengrass girl, and Nott.

He observed them for a minute and it seemed everything was alright actually. No one was acting out of the ordinary. Granger was glaring at the Weasley boy while Potter stood to the side looking uncomfortable. The Weasley girl was dancing awkwardly with Longbottom. Greengrass, Zambini, Malfoy, Nott, Goyle, and Crabbe were sitting around talking. Lovegood was doing some odd dance waving her hands above her head. Not completely normal but normal enough for that girl. Abbott was swaying to the music by herself as it seems she came alone. Delacour and Krum were talking about the differences between their schools and this one. Krum was telling Fleur that it was much warmer here than at Durmstrang. Completely normal. Severus sighed in relief.

About ten minutes after he thought that pandemonium struck. He could pinpoint the exact moment. He saw Potter's eyes glaze over as he strode over to the Greengrass girl, Daphne, Severus believed her name was and yanked her up to his lips. Instead of hexing him like Severus was sure she would have done, Daphne just put her arms around Potter's neck and kissed him back. Unfortunately, that was just the start.

Zambini walked up to Granger and pulled her onto the dance floor, pulled her body close to his, dipped her head back, claimed her mouth and started running his hands up and down her body. Granger turned wanton at that moment and jumped into Zambini's arms as he carried her out into the gardens where moans of "Blaise" started coming from moments later

Longbottom had walked over to Abbott and had her up against a wall ravishing her like Severus didn't believe the boy capable of doing. Actually, Severus wasn't even sure some of the things Longbottom was doing to Abbott were legal in either the muggle or wizarding world. Abbott was making moaning sounds against Longbottom's lips. Severus shook his head. This was pure madness.

He watched as his godson Draco walked up to the Weasley girl and pulled her onto the terrace where she began to wrap her legs around Draco and kissed him feverishly as Draco moaned against her hands rubbing along his crotch. The Weasley boy, however, was turning an impressive shade of red watching his best mates and sister do unspeakable things with the Slytherins. He looked like his head was about to explode. Severus silently congratulated his godson on making the Weasley boy angry. He knew it was wrong but he couldn't help himself.

Lovegood had seemingly charmed Nott and was whispering into his ear about wrackspurts. Nott growled at her to shut up, pushed her against the nearby door and had his mouth on hers while thoughtlessly grinding her against him. Lovegood seemed to like the rougher side of Nott if moaning loudly against his lips was any indication. Severus studied the Lovegood girl for a moment and noticed her eyes weren't glazed over like the rest of her peers. She caught him staring, gave him a small smile, a wink and returned her attention back to Nott. 'The little vixen knew exactly what she was doing,' Severus thought amused that the Ravenclaw had gotten one over on one of his Slytherins.

The delegates from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons had each other pushed onto the table and were kissing each other with an urgency Severus hadn't seen the likes of before. Krum was murmuring something about finding out just how good Fleur was at riding broomsticks. Fleur, it seemed had turned her full veela power on and had it directed at Krum as the poor boy was helpless against her.

Severus wanted to obliviate himself or anything else to get the sights he was seeing out of his head. While he had thought to see Draco and the Weasley girl was bad, he hadn't seen the worst of it until he turned to look at what he assumed was safe. Crabbe and Goyle. He was very very mistaken as Crabbe had his hands in Goyle's dress robes while Goyle had his lips locked with Crabbe's. Severus quickly turned to look at the other teachers only to find that they were looking on frozen to the scene before them with pure shock.

Severus knew he should go and get the headmaster but he found his thoughts wandering to Natalia. He wondered what it would be like to hear the gasping moans coming out of her while she lay naked, writhing beneath him and begging for more. What it would be like to have Natalia's mouth greedily sucking on his hardened length.

Severus vehemently shook his head. Those thoughts were way out of line. She is his apprentice! He should not be having any thoughts about her other than how to help her become better at potions. He shook his head again and started running towards the headmaster's office before those dangerous thoughts could return.