"Irresistible. One day I'll soak in you, black cherry"

Thursday

slytherin dorm

I had a horrible dream tonight. More than a dream it had been a horrible nightmare. And all night tossing and turning in bed without being able to sleep well. There was no possible way to express the night I spent, I only remember that in the dream I was running through the forbidden forest. The forest in my dream was tinted a dark turquoise color, the branches of the trees were very long and I couldn't see anything in it, everything was black. And the worst thing about it is that I was running away terrified of something, the ground under my feet was slippery and the humidity cut the skin of my face. I had the feeling of having been running all night without having moved from the Slytherin dorm, my heart was so fast it seemed like it was going to burst.

I woke up alone in the room and got scared. Startled as I was, I didn't remember that everyone was in the great hall sleeping. Well, or maybe they were already awake because it was nine in the morning, surely they were already awake and causing a pillow fight. It was fun to imagine something like that, it relaxed me, because I was curled up on the bed, paralyzed and scared to death. That nightmare had seemed so real to me.

Today I had to get out of bed, it was imperative that I go to the forbidden section today, no matter how much my right buttock hurt.

With a little work and effort I managed to sit up in bed, I fell on the left side of my body and with the help of the headboard I stood up. I have no words to express how much I hate Snape, the wound was already better but it still hurt, it was burning my skin slowly but intensely. I bit my lip to keep from letting out some loud groans. I was never going to forgive him for this.

I went slowly to the bathroom to clean up, when I came out already dressed and ready I looked for yesterday's skirt where I had kept Snape's permit in the inside pocket. I had paid blood for that permission, and I must not lose it.

I luckily found the authorization and tucked it inside my black robe. That little piece of yellow parchment was a possible salvation for my grade at school, a salvation for the girls in my grade who were still alive, and a salvation for Isobel.

At that moment the door to the room opened, making me jump. Sarah and Vanessa Cooper passed by, still in their pajamas and looking sleepy. Sarah's hair looked like a crow's nest, she had had a bad night and I noticed her dark circles under those tired eyes that always seemed lively. Vanessa looked at me without much enthusiasm, she passed by my side without touching me and went to her trunk. Poor Sarah had just become another living dead, as was Isobel. She was hugging herself in a desperate attempt not to fall to the stone floor, her green satin pajamas making her face look much sicker than she already was. That image really made me sad. She had lost a friend in the most horrible way, it made me feel sorry for her situation.

—How are you Sarah? —I asked carefully approaching her.

—Well… —she said, wiping away some tears with the cuff of her green pajamas.

—You'll see how soon they catch those who did it, Sarah. —I said quietly.

I placed my hand on her shoulder. She looked at me and made the slight gesture of wanting to make a smile but she couldn't, she was quite sad. Her eyes told me in all languages.

Her gaze lingered for a moment on my uniform. She looked back at the floor absently, she was thinking about something and she kept talking to me.

—Today there will be no classes Elinor, Professor Dumbledore has declared a day of mourning. Then around twelve o'clock he's going to give us a farewell speech for Alice, I hope you'll come. —and she closed her eyes.

I looked at my clothes, the gray pleated skirt, the white shirt, the green tie and the long black tunic. Now I understood her thoughts, I had to change again.

—Sarah come here, I'll help you get dressed. —Vanessa said across the cold room.

—Take care Elinor. —she said to me in a low voice.

At the same time that they were getting dressed, I looked in my trunk for some black garment that I could put on. I found a black blouse with sheer sleeves and dark gray jeans for today. Accompanied by my short black lace-up boots, today would be the first time I would dress for a day of mourning.

I went to the bathroom to get dressed again, I took the opportunity to change the bandage for a clean one and when I was ready I left the room as fast as my wound left me.

After a bit of suffering walking through the empty Slytherin house I reached the dungeon stairs in record time and didn't even think to look at Snape's door. But today, the stairs seemed longer than ever; I knew very well that each step I climbed would be an ordeal for my body. And I was supposed to get to the fourth floor... and then down to the great hall before twelve o'clock. I felt a knot in the pit of my stomach, I was scared. I tried to put my right foot on the step, until then everything was going well but when I tried to go up the force turned against me and my buttock hurt. I pressed my lips tightly, no one should hear me or see me like this. I tried with the left foot to go up, the change gave a positive result, I could go up leaning on the left side of my body although I looked like the robot woman climbing the ladder.

More than three-quarters of an hour passed, trying to climb the four floors of the damn school as best I could. With each step my fury towards Snape increased, each step was another thorn in his withered and misshapen face. In the end I managed to go up to the fourth floor although the consequences were disastrous for my wound which was squeezed by the jeans. I had to stop for five more minutes before continuing walking, Madame Pince was already looking at me from afar. Although today we were in mourning she was still in her position, that woman was unbeatable, but I don't think she was inhuman because she also dressed in black like me.

After five minutes resting on the wall, I resumed walking as normally as possible. I took my permit inside my pants pocket and when I got to Madame Pince's desk, where she was sitting, I put it in front of her list of books borrowed from her, right under her nose. Now I felt super powerful having that authorization, the plan was going well, too well.

—Here I bring the authorization, Madame Pince. —I said breathlessly.

I waited for her answer while I looked at her age-worn face, as wrinkled as a raisin. She unfolded the yellowish paper slowly, and slowly read the content of the note. Then she delicately refolded it and opening a drawer to her right, laying the piece of paper on top of some unused envelopes. She got up from her heavy mahogany chair and pulled out a slightly rusty bunch of keys, along with her wand from inside one of her pockets.

I followed her down the stairs to the third floor where I understood at the end of the sprawling library was the restricted section that was protected by an enchanted rope. Madame Pince lightened her passage through the library, some students were there sitting at their desks but not reading anything, they looked at each other with sad faces. I was seen following her down the hall by some students, especially a Gryffindor my own age who I had liked since the first time I saw him on the train and I think my face was already red with embarrassment.

His name was Edward Watson, he was a sixth form boy from Gryffindor house. He was what every mother wanted for her daughters, a clever, good and talented boy. He had hair golden like the sun, his eyes were a bright blue and his mouth was strawberry. He got good grades in all subjects without being a nerd, practiced Quidditch whenever he could and was friends with his friends. He knew that more than one yearned for him inside and outside his house. He was one of the most popular boys in school, and although I liked him, I couldn't love him since he also hated me for being who I was.

Yes, since I entered Slytherin my life has become hell. Especially because I had to stop loving the boy I liked and now had to hate. Anyway... that's how my life was, everything revolved around hate.

Madame Pince led me to the end of the corridor where the rope was, with a touch of her wand the rope gave way, she took a single key and put it through the keyhole of the great door that separated the room from another section. She opened the entire door and looked at me very seriously with that bitter face of hers.

—You have seven minutes Rosenberg. —she said with a disgusted face.

—But... Yes, good. —It would be better not to protest or I would lose those precious seven minutes.

I entered the section without much enthusiasm, as Madame Pince was watching me on the other side of the door, waiting for my time to run out. The wound was already starting to hurt me again, while I was walking I didn't notice it much but being still was when it hurt the most. I deviated from Madame Pince's sight entering between two shelves full of books, I couldn't stand being looked at like that, she intimidated me. The two shelves were full of very, very old books, I'm sure some of them were twice as old as Dumbledore. Their covers were black and some dark blue, even many of them had no visible title. I had no idea which one to choose, I just looked like a fool from one shelf to another, from row to row, from book to book.

There was one that caught my attention, because its cover was red. I took that book that was at eye level, it was quite heavy not to say dusty, I don't think anyone had picked it up in centuries. ''Poisonous plants and subspecies'' said its title, a book on malignant herbology, that was funny. I opened the book in disbelief and curiosity, fearing to find some horrible illustration, but nothing like that, it was just a guide to find the deadliest plants in the magical world. Plants that make you die in a few seconds, carnivorous, poisonous, toxic plants... etc. I found one that I liked and the description of it went like this:

Green Dracumian

The Green Dracumian is a plant belonging to the Dracoras family. It is one of the most poisonous plants in the magical world, well known for the peculiar reddish color of its leaves and stem.

Commonly called "red death" because of the color of its fruit when it ripens, this fruit is as small as a hazelnut but lethal to any living being that ingests it. In case of ingestion, go to the nearest hospital. This plant needs little sunlight to survive, it can't stand less than ten degrees and needs to be transplanted the first year in spring.

But before I could continue reading such an interesting plant, Madame Pince warned me that I only had a mere four minutes to get out of there. I had to drop that book and start looking like someone possessed for any book on rituals. I ran my index finger along the torn wood of the shelf looking for a title that could be useful to me, but above all I was looking for a book that was not covered in dust, because if it had been someone inside, he too could have taken a book from here to get ideas; ''Creatures of the night'', ''Seventeenth century goblins'', ''Ghosts and spells''... and finally I found something that could save the day, ''Dark rituals in the night of Saint Meh'' .

I had no idea who the hell Saint Meh was, but if he was here, he couldn't be very good. I didn't care who it was, I just picked up that book and examined it very carefully. His cover in charcoal black gave me the creeps and it was also cleaner than the others, my theories were correct. Someone had been here before me.

I opened that old book carefully so it wouldn't break and I wouldn't know anything. It was a very thick book and its pages were no longer yellowish but rather a greenish color, really very disgusting. I sat on the floor for greater comfort, since that book of rituals weighed more than me. I searched its pages for any more clues, but found nothing. I went to the index of the book that was in the first pages, hoping to find where the previous person who had it in his hands could have noticed. But the index was too extensive to search through all the topics it had.

I snorted, exhausted.

—You have one minute left, Rosenberg! —Madame Pince said aloud so that I could hear her.

Great, I didn't have time anymore and couldn't find anything else about this, and Madame Pince would suspect me if I took this book with Alice's death yesterday afternoon.

Elinor you have to stay calm, if you were going to do a ritual with a virgin and you didn't know how to do it or you were missing something to do it, where in the book would you go?

I looked at the index again, reading each point as fast as I could and found just the one I was looking for ''Performance and ingredients''. A topic of four sheets each explaining the elaboration process, on page 482.

I grabbed a handful of sheets and immediately flipped through them, looking for the number at the bottom of the page. Trying in every way to treat the book well but I could barely turn the pages well with the euphoria I felt, in the end the book would hit me in the face for mistreating it. I read 479, 480, 481 and... 486 huh? He had made a jump in numbers. Was that possible?

I was confused, it couldn't be that there was a graphic error when writing it. And then I saw it, in the middle of the two pages there were four vertical pieces of paper that seemed to be... what was left after ripping the pages out of a book. Here ended the adventure of the day, in four pages torn from a mysterious book. What bad luck I had... I felt very bad. So much effort had been useless, so much pain had been in vain, and the blood I had shed had also been for nothing.

—What are you supposed to be looking for, Rosenberg?

That question froze me, Madame Pince must not have known what I was looking for or now she was really going to kill me. But the strange thing was that that irritating voice was not that of Madame Pince, it was the voice of my bloodthirsty Professor Snape. He was at the entrance of the two shelves, watching me with his stern face full of irritation, and the cause of that irritation I guess was me. I was glad of that.

—The exact question, professor, is what are you doing here?

I responded arrogantly, dragging the word "you" so that he would perceive that I was not pleased to see him here. Snape had a rough time with me and I didn't have to be polite to him. In fact, being rude relieved a lot of the pain it made me feel when he was around. I got up from the ground balancing with the book in one hand, that book weighed a ton and I wasn't exaggerating. The teacher got closer to me but this time I warned myself against his prank. I unsheathed my wand and pointed it at him.

—Better stay where you are, professor. —I said frowning.

Snape pouted uncharacteristically at my unexpected reaction. I loved seeing him angry, it was very funny to me and I could hardly hide the satisfied smile. But he calmed down again right away, he had some plans for me and I wasn't in a good mood today.

—Madame Pince grants you five more minutes Rosenberg, because I am here with you while she goes to the fourth floor. So you should thank me, don't you think?

—Stop playing the victim professor, it make me gag. We both know what stuff you're made of, the dirtiest stuff there is. I answered furiously. —In any case, I have finished, what I was looking for has been taken away.

—What are you talking about, Rosenberg? —he said, twisting his head and crossing his arms.

I dropped the book on the floor, which I regretted because it made a big noise when it fell. Not understanding, Snape looked at the thick, heavy book on the floor. And when he was about to scold me for dropping it, his eyes widened.

—Saint Meh... —he said almost in a whisper.

Then he looked at me again with a frown. Again I had done something that was bad for him. He skillfully swept the book away and inched closer to me. I must say that I was afraid of his hand, because now that we were alone he could think of many things to do to me.

—That book is missing the four pages of the subject "Realization and ingredients" Professor Snape, I suspect that whoever took them has something to do with what is happening in the school.

I wanted to hug him, I had him so close I could almost touch him. I am a repulsive girl without dignity. But I wanted him to kiss me, my heart fervently desired him. With any luck he too would be lonely today and he needed to feel human skin. Or so I hoped because I didn't dare to do anything...

He picked up the book from the floor trying to look like it didn't weigh him down but that book was huge. He flipped through the glossary and then went to see the missing pages. He looked at me sideways as he held the book, the look on his face sometimes scared me. I didn't know much about him, I didn't even know where he lived or what he liked to talk about. How could I like him so much? How could I like him knowing that he liked my sister? That really hurt me, that he only loved me as if I were a lifeless reflection of my sister. He was a heartless wretch. He finally closed the old book and took it with both hands.

—To my office immediately, Rosenberg. —he told me with his chin up.

I didn't even protest. I just pouted at him and got out of there quickly surrounding him. Madame Pince was already back, I thanked her and continued walking to the end of the corridor, where my tortuous staircase was waiting for me. I hope Snape didn't think I was the one to do that to the book, he'd be a fool if he did.

Dungeons

Snape's office

—Shut up, Rosenberg! You don't even know how serious the situation is.

Snape was furious, ever since we got down here he kept shutting me up and telling me I didn't know anything. He was starting to really piss me off. For me going down the stairs had not been as bad as going up them, that was a real ordeal. Snape had brought Saint Meh's book with him to investigate, although from that outrageous reaction he already knew what we were dealing with and it seemed pretty big.

—Surely you don't know who Saint Meh is... —he said in a contemptuous tone.

I didn't reply, instead looking elsewhere in the dark office. Like the lit candles, the potions shelf, the desk...any object was more interesting to me than him. Snape raised his left hand to his face thoughtfully, turned his back on me and walked through the door behind his desk leaving me alone.

Whenever I came to this place I thought of the caves where bats live, from the first year. Now that I remember, once during first year, Snape punished Izzie and me by cleaning the trophy room. I still remember her laughing as she teased Snape as we cleaned up. Those were the best memories I had with my sister at school, I really don't remember when our relationship started to go wrong. I missed her a lot.

Snape returned from the other side of the wooden door. He was carrying a small book in his hands and it seemed very short, light reading. He walked over to me and handed it to me. In bizarre gold letters his title read: Essay on Saint Meh. I think I frowned at the book, because Snape made a disgusted face.

—I don't do it for fun, Rosenberg. It is to settle your ignorance, how well you said before ignorant people make me gag. —he said, trying to make a smile.

—If you think, sir, that I will tolerate your insults, you are very wrong! —I was very angry, that was the straw that broke the camel's back.

I raised my right hand to give Snape a well deserved slap, but he was faster than me and he instantly grabbed my hand tightly. What I didn't expect is that when he took it he would lick the palm of my hand. I was in danger of my heart exploding. I was so incensed that I brought my left hand up to hit him but it didn't work either, he dropped the book and caught me tightly between his big hands. He stretched my arms up and grabbed both my wrists with one hand. I was at his mercy. He led me to a wall that was next to a shelf of potions books, and there he let me lean. He looked at me lasciviously, pressing his lips together while his eyes traveled over my trembling body. My heart was beating wildly because of him, I kept my eyes away from his gaze that was looking at me without any kind of modesty, that was the Severus that I had never seen before.

But that was not enough for him, holding my arms with his hand, he buried his head in my unprotected neck. He sucked like a man possessed on my neck, each lick was an electric current that passed through every nook and cranny of my chest. His free hand took my left leg and brought it up to his hip, squeezing my buttocks hard.

—Please stop... ''No, don't stop yourself'' You're hurting me! "Yes please, lick me right there"

Severus please move away! "Severus please, don't let go of me"

Is what I feel in my genitals love or sexual desire? Please sweet, sugary pain Severus. Give me pain until I can't sleep, so I'll never forget you again.

He moved away from me, wiping the saliva that protruded from his lower lip with his fingers, he was ecstatic with pleasure and his mouth did not stop inhaling air. In truth when he wanted he was a very sexy man. He looked excitedly at my mouth but he didn't actually kiss me, what he did was much worse. Following how earlier he dragged me by the hands to his black thin wood desk, he knocked all the things he had onto it with one clumsy motion with his free arm and knocked me onto the table.

—It's no coincidence that your silhouette moistens my fruit, Rosenberg, you taste like strawberries. —he said, letting go of my hands and placing his on my waist.

My face reddened, I know, I could feel my body burning. The only thing I knew at that moment was that I wanted him like no one else. Again and again, touch this body with the tip of your tongue. He began to take off my pants, and now that I was free I didn't know whether to resist or go with the flow.

But then I writhed in pain, and he could see what was happening. With so much excitement we had both forgotten the matter of the wound and I remembered again how much I despised him. I pouted and didn't look at him again. Snape dropped my pants in his place, quickly backed away from me and ducked back into his door behind his desk. That would never work.

I stood up on the floor, free at last, I took the book that Snape left me on the floor but when I wanted to get out of there he stopped me by gently touching my shoulder.

—One more minute Rosenberg, I won't keep you too long. —he said in his delicious voice.

I turned around, staying in front of him, but without looking him in the eye. It was embarrassing to be in this situation. He brought a small vial containing a sky blue liquid and... my precious poetry book.

—Dilute a drop of this potion in half a glass of water and give it to your sister to drink, she will immediately recover the color. And here's your Muggle book...

I took both things very roughly, turned around and opened the office door.

—Rosenberg... for your wound the potion will also do well.

And I closed the door.

I didn't stay long there in front of his door, I had to drop all this and go back upstairs to Alice's ''mass''. So with my eyes brimming with tears, I was hurrying to my common room when a note fell out of the poetry book. I looked at it for a couple of seconds, picked it up and unfolded it.

"Stay away from your sister, Rosenberg."

What would he mean by that? He had given me a potion to save her health and now he was telling me this... Why was I in so much pain? Why did I have to love him? Why did this hate not let me love? Severus... more than just loving you, I want to feel you in a way that shatters my mind.