Wednesday

Slytherin bedroom

I woke up early. I used to wake up before all my companions, the three that there were now. I got out of bed carefully to go straight to the bathroom, and bolted the door. I took off my pajamas and underwear slowly until I was completely naked. I needed to take a very long hot bath and be able to relax. I wanted to forget everything that had happened these last weeks, because it was the most horrible thing I had ever experienced. My sister's hatred, the pact with Snape and now these girls who had been mistreated by who knows ... I felt too insecure. The hot water ran through my body, every part of skin that it touched burned. But in the water I felt good, I felt safe.

Hagrid broke into dinner last night like he's gone crazy. But no, what had happened to him was that he had discovered Amy McClean's body near his house. I was very hurt, more than Brenda. But they had not raped her, they had only used her like a punching bag, she was in shreds. Yesterday the whole school found out that a group of three were kidnapping Slytherin girls to rape and beat them. Some said that it is a punishment for us for all the evils of our house; I think that no one deserves that kind of punishment no matter how whore ...

McClean's sister, Stacey, was with her all night in the infirmary. They are being sent home today, just like Brenda. But I think that almost all of us will follow in his footsteps, as it is rumored that the principal is thinking of closing the school if those responsible for this were not caught. It could not happen today that he went to the library to investigate in the forbidden section.

Foam drifting down my wet arm, lovely colored bubbles flying around the tub filled with hot water. Good morning magical world, who are you taking today? I couldn't stop thinking, who would be the next victim, what if it was me? I got out of the tub, wrapped myself in my light blue towel, and looked at myself in the mirror. There was Isobel, safe from any danger that could hurt her. My eyes shed some angry tears. The hatred built up after years of fierce fighting was destroying me completely, but the love that had sprouted in me was crushing my chest so hard that I couldn't breathe, pressing it a little more each day. I felt like I was drowning in pain …

We have the first two hours in potions class with Snape, who, how always, awaits us with a hard-to-make written potion. But today he wasn't there like always. Professor McGonagall was waiting for us in the classroom to break the news that we had two hours off today, although Snape had left us some homework so we wouldn't waste time. The professor did not say the reason for his absence, despite the fact that some students from my house were asking insistently. Well the truth is that I didn't care why Snape wasn't there, I was glad. On the one hand, I had two hours to go to the library and look in advance in the forbidden section for everything I could find about black magic rituals, and on the other hand, I was overjoyed that I didn't have to see his face for two endless hours. I grabbed my things determined to take advantage of the scarce two hours that my dear Professor Snape had left us to rush to the library in search of answers. I would take care of my homework afterwards, although I knew I would regret it because they were always complex potions and ingredients that were difficult to find. As usual…

I was extremely stubborn in my mission in the morning, nothing could stop me today. I climbed the stairs accelerated with emotion, each step seemed like a lost minute. More than one boy looked at me running up and turned to look. I could be the strangest girl in the world in his eyes, but today I wanted to be the one who could save their lives.

I got to the fourth floor and almost fell to the ground from exhaustion. It's a long journey from the dungeons to up here. But I was already in the library and could finally dedicate myself to research. Or at least that's what I thought at the time.

As soon as I walked through the doors and saw Madame Pince's bitter face, I remembered that only students with a special authorization signed by a professor could go to the prohibited section. Shit ... I didn't have any authorization, and I don't think any professor gave it to me to search for black rituals ... Shit.

Madame Pince was already looking at me with a severe air behind her desk, I was convinced that she was thinking about how to get me out of there. I hopelessly approached her table to ask her for something extremely impossible and unrealizable for her, but if I had brought out the darkest part of Snape, what could I lose with her?

—Good morning Madame Pince.

—Good morning Rosenberg, what book do you need? —She said, scrutinizing my outfits from top to bottom.

—Well, you see, I need to go into the forbidden section for a moment … —I said, biting my lower lip.

—Do you have the authorization of a professor, Rosenberg? —she said, examining her list of borrowed books.

—Well, I thought that I could spend a moment inside, because it is only a quick glance at a book and…

She looked at me immediately as if I had gone completely crazy. What I had said was burning her inside. But she relaxed and went back to her list.

—In the forbidden section of the library, only authorized students can enter, Rosenberg. You must know it well. Come back here only if you bring the authorization. Good morning.

Damn it, I had failed again. I withdrew from her side with what little dignity I had left. Now what else could I do? I already knew that Madame Pince would not let me enter her beloved forbidden section even dead, and no teacher would give me clearance for this. Think Elinor, think. How can you enter the prohibited section? But as much as I wanted there were no answers to my question. There was no way to penetrate the library that was within my reach, so the other way was to trick a professor into giving me approval of it. Is there a dumb professor at school? No, no one would buy my charade. But I did know a corrupt professor, who would change my authorization for something he wanted from me ... Just thinking about it made me sick, but if there was no other left, I would let him touch me. Although if he sent me something else it would be much better.

I went back to picking up my things with heaviness, I had to go back to the starting point and let the wolf eat me. I went down the endless stairs to the first floor, and from there other stairs that led directly to the corridors of the dark and dank dungeons. It was always dark down there, once not many years ago I imagined what it must be like to go to the Gryffindor common room and not have to go through this horrible cold every time you go to sleep. Although being a Slytherin had taught me many things over the years, things the Gryffindors will never understand.

I was already right in front of the wolf's mouth, in front of Snape's office door. The black and dark door of his made my stomach turn with disgust, I had been very ashamed in there. I took a deep breath before knocking on his door twice. I heard his voice behind the door telling me to enter. I opened the cold and heavy door slowly, I was still in time to back out of my crazy idea. But it was the only quick and easy way out. I prostitute myself to the professor. God, that sounded bad, but it was what, much to my regret, I was going to do.

Professor Snape was in his office, staring at the potions shelf along one wall. He hid something he had between his hands and turned abruptly to look at me there like a scared bird. I closed the door delicately, not for him, but because I was afraid for myself.

—Rosenberg? What are you doing here? What do you want? —he said dryly.

—I have come to do business with you, Professor Snape. —I said, sticking out as much chest as I could and trying to get rid of the fear that was fluttering in my stomach.

—Really? And what is it this time? Is any other relative of yours in grave danger? —He said, showing all his sarcasm.

—I need an authorization to enter the prohibited section of the library, professor.

Snape narrowed his deep black eyes trying to guess why I needed to enter the forbidden section. He took a few steps closer to me and I felt my breathing quicken by the minute. At every step of his my heart beat desperately thinking that he would plot today to humiliate me.

—And what do you intend to give me in return this time? —he said, walking towards me, surrounding me and placing himself behind me.

—I'll let you … —I didn't want to say it, it was humiliating.

—Go on Rosenberg … —he said with a sensual tone in my spellbound ear.

The sound of his voice made it harder for me to tell him. I was already shaking like a leaf in the wind. Again I felt his robe clinging to mine, too close to me. He liked to watch his defenseless little bunny shiver and sweat.

—I'll let you touch me whenever you want, professor … —I choked out in my own voice.

I had said it and there was no going back. I kept my eyes on the ground, waiting for the first humiliations on his part, but nothing happened, I just heard him breathe regularly. He was enjoying his moment of glory, and I was savoring the humiliation.

—Okay then, Rosenberg. —he said at last.

I didn't know what to do, I was petrified in my place by the black door. Snape was still behind me watching me. Why didn't he say anything to me? But then I felt a light brush around my waist, it was his hands that were surrounding me. I closed my eyes tightly, praying that everything happened very quickly and I barely noticed. But it was not like that. Snape squeezed my waist with his big hands, and made my throat go red hot. He buried his face with precision and shamelessly in my brown hair, my breathing could be heard at any point in his office, I was too agitated. My chest burned with incandescent flames, my whole interior was on fire and my waist was the focus from where all that internal fire came.

—Please ... professor ... Aah —I couldn't bear it anymore, and he had barely done anything.

Why was it that every time he touched me I trembled? Why was my insides burning? Suddenly Professor Snape turned me around the waist causing me to stare at his face, and this really gave me a real panic, because he could see what was happening to me every time his lustful fingers touched my skin. Without moving his hands from my waist, he drew me to his body and imprisoned me between his arms, now we were facing each other, or much more than that. I was imprisoned under his raven arms and about to see the wolf's jaws. My cheeks burned a bright red, I felt very hot at that moment and Professor Snape surely felt my heart beat as if it were the last moments of his life. He looked at me like he never had before, I mean, we've never been close enough to look at each other like that. The heat that his body gave off was pleasant, it made me feel good. His deep black eyes were going to swallow me up today, there was no cavity for light in those impenetrable jet-black eyes. He had caught me in them. He moved a little closer to me. His arched nose brushed against mine, that tender gesture seemed inappropriate. I was letting myself be fooled with his essence of dittany that intoxicated my senses.

And at that moment he moved closer to me, until the edge of his lips touched mine gently. He went back an instant waiting for my reaction but I did nothing ... So he came closer and placed his dry lips on mine. Our mouths made contact for the first time. It was for just a second that our lips were slightly pressed together. We gently peeled off again, I tried not to detach my lips but the excitement forced me to breathe deeply. This time I was the one who approached. I grabbed his black robe with my hands until I tucked the fabric into a tight fist and subtly pressed my lips to his. Between I opened my mouth to give more play to the kiss, now the hot saliva that came from my mouth excited my potions teacher. He put his impatient tongue inside my mouth, his tongue skirting my entire lip and playing with mine that was inexperienced. In his black eyes now I could see desire glisten. My face would surely be priceless at that time. It was the most pleasant thing I had ever felt.

But suddenly without warning, he abruptly released me, turning his face away. He went to his desk while I watched as he took a piece of paper and wrote something on it. Then without looking again, he walked back to his potions shelf and stood there with his back to me.

—You already have your authorization, take it and go. Get out of my office, Rosenberg.

How? ... He had given me that kiss and now he was kicking me out of there, but he seemed sad ... I guess it was just my imagination.

—Thank you Professor Snape.

He didn't say anything, nor did he move. I just took the scroll and went where I came from. It was all over, luckily … Outside in the hall my legs were still shaking with excitement, and my lips still felt his. Not that it had been my first kiss, but it had been the best kiss I had ever had in my very existence. I was still hot because of him, I wanted ... to go back in with him ...