It's first thing in the morning at Hogwarts School. I find myself still lying on the bed, waiting to hear the noise of the students preparing for the new day. All the girls in my room sleep soundly. The dawn light slides through my window, so clear it looks like a bride's white veil. The tranquility of the room is such that I can hear all my roommates breathing. They must be having lovely dreams, but I ...
I'm still thinking about what happened yesterday, when I was in the potions room with Snape ... I can't stop remembering it for a damn moment. I feel strange, I feel like something has changed in me. As if he had changed something in me, I felt agitated, sick, suffocated...
My skin still keeps the memory of his lips on my neck, just by remembering it my insides burn. I feel repulsive... I feel violated. I want to cry but my little eyes are dry. I don't want to see him, I don't want to go to class today, I'd be better off alone in the bathroom. But I'd be a coward if I hid like that.
Today I have to go back there twice, and maybe when we're alone I'll go back ...
No, I must not think about that, I have to think about my studies, to be able to form a good future apart from all my past and my stupid sister, so that she does not end up raped and killed by the Death Eaters. This time I will claim my part of the deal from him, I will not let him trample me again, I will not let him.
This time it will be different, he will see it.
I will show him that I am not a toy, and that if he makes me angry I can play my cards too.
I got out of bed slowly, I directed my eyes in all directions, no one noticed that I had gotten up, fine. Now I had a little time until the girls woke up and they all wanted to go to the bathroom, so I wasted no time and I got in.
I had matted hair and some strands across my face, I hadn't slept well tonight because of the nightmare I had and I had been tossing and turning in my bed. I grabbed my brush and started to comb my hair. I hated seeing my hair like this, but more than that, I hated getting up every day to look in the mirror and see my sister in it.
I already had my hair in condition, I took my favorite green barrette and pushed my hair back to collect it using the barrette. But I did not go to the end, in my reflection I could see that on my pale neck there was a stain or something like that.
I moved closer to the mirror to better see that strange new bruise on my skin. But it hadn't been Isobel's work, this was more recent, it wasn't a hit, it was ...
A blind fury invaded my body at that moment. It had been Snape's doing the morning before, he had left that dirty, painful mark on my neck. Luckily if I didn't pick up my hair it wouldn't show at all. It was a small purple mark, probably the result of the bites that I endured between groans ...
My face flushed at the thought of it, it only infuriated me more.
I tried to cover it with a little makeup that I found in the toiletry bag of one of the girls but it was useless, and I did not know any spell against this either ...
I resigned myself, dressed quickly and left there. I was more and more convinced that Snape was the creepiest thing that lives around here.
Second hour
Potions class
I had just enough time to make the potion that Snape wrote and put an ear on Isobel's conversation with Susan.
The first harpy in command was Wells, she is an excellent manipulator and a master of lies. She could convince you of anything, even my sister took the bait, you idiot. They seemed to whisper something serious and barely raise their voices, which was bad for me and my rookie spy mission.
Ten minutes later her conversation ended, each one looked at her cauldron and as if nothing had happened and this left many questions in my head. He had to remedy this situation however it was. I took a piece of parchment, and wrote a short sentence:
"What were you talking about with Wells?"
Then I rolled it up and threw it at Isobel a couple of tables away. My sister pouted as the ball of paper touched her shoulder and glared in my direction.
—But what are you doing, idiot? Don't throw things at me —she said in a muffled whisper.
There were already some Slytherins who had noticed our game and were looking to see what the conclusion of the game was. Izzie took the ball and threw it in my direction, but she didn't hit me. She skimmed over my head until she landed on the other side of the class where Gryffindor sat. The paper ball hit a blond boy's book and fell to the ground.
But the Gryffindors did not move from their chairs, Snape did not even give them time to breathe in his class, much less to pick up a paper wrapper and throw it away, that was suicidal.
When class ended, Professor Snape told my sister to wait because he wanted to talk to her. I was out for a couple of minutes waiting for my sister to come out of there and see if I could hear anything. I was looking down the dark corridor, I was looking at the floor, and I heard angry footsteps heading for the door, I took a few steps back cautiously.
Isobel left the potions room very angry. I was not even able to name her today, I did not have the courage for her to be cruel to me.
Luckily she didn't even see me, she shot up the stairs. I sighed relieved of the fright that she gave me that fool who now seemed the same demon.
What did Snape have said to make her like this? Has he talked about the Death Eaters? Has he told her that she is cannon fodder for them? Or maybe he has told her that she had fatal hair today ...
Either way, Snape had earned ten extra points for making my sister angry. One of my favorite activities.
I went back into the potions classroom carefully, I had to inform myself. In the middle of the corridor Snape was looking at the floor thoughtfully but he immediately noticed my presence, he looked at me fiercely and disapprovingly. I closed the door behind me so I could speak.
—I'm tired of you, you're always in the middle Miss Rosenberg.
—Because she is my sister, I want to know what you told her, sir.
—That's none of your business, Rosenberg. —he said scathingly.
—But we have a pact sir, and...
—Right Rosenberg, but in that pact you did not say that you should be informed of how I would help your sister. Not where, not when, not how.
—Well, I say it now, sir!
—Too late. —he said coldly. —Go to the great dining room and recharge your batteries, you will need them.
Without thinking too much about it, I leaned closer than I should to Snape to get a good look at his face. I wasn't going to let him get away with it again.
—Why did she leave angry? I just want to know that, sir. —maybe he believed me, but I doubted it.
Professor Snape also took a few more steps forward, we were already facing each other, but he got even closer. He leaned towards me, he was just almost touching my face, if I breathed hard he sure smelled my breath, at that moment I felt ashamed again.
—I'm going to make things clear to you, Miss Rosenberg, and I hope for your sake that it's the last time.
While he was telling me that, the smell of him, the essence of dittany hit my face. He had passed his big hand next to my face that gathered strands of hair over my face.
—Here the rules are dictated by me, and if you misbehave or speak when it is not your turn...
At that moment of the sentence, the hand that held my hair firmly slid down very quickly, until it reached my bust and tightly grabbed one of my breasts, squeezing and moving it lustfully.
—I will punish you.
He put his index finger on my erect nipple moving it up and down with intensity. I couldn't believe that simple movement gave me such pleasure. From his face he looked pleased by my reaction.
—Aah! Enough! Aa-ah... Mm...
A wave of pleasure passed through my little body. I could already feel it burning again.
But this time I wasn't going to sit idly by. I gave my teacher a good push that moved him several steps back, I was free again.
—When you fulfill what you promised, you can touch me, sir. —I said, putting on my sweater with shame, avoiding looking at him.
I left there immediately, knowing that later I would have to go back in to continue the punishment.
—We'll see... —said Snape.