Disclaimer: None of the characters apart from the ones with names you wouldn't recognise and none of the scenery is mine either or... the list goes on, well I do own the plot, I guess I have the right to claim that but I wouldn't have had that if it weren't for JK Rowling who owns all along with all the people who have a piece if Harry Potter, I just hope they can find it in their hearts to not sue my ass off! Any apologises from here because I am a loser and have to borrow characters :(
Author's Note: This is the third and final part of Higher Learning, it feels strange to have actually finished a story after a few weeks, I am actually quite happy about having something that's complete anyway even if no one reviewed my second chapter! *grumbles* This story is about principles and going against them! I hate having a conscience, it makes doing what you want really hard, ever wanted to hit someone with a frying pan? Hang on, don't ask... lol! Anyway this chapter is moderately graphic though I didn't really want it to be so if that annoys you then please don't read it... I don't wish to be flamed but as always if it needs to be done then do it for gods sake don't just grumble to yourself grumble to me cause I wrote it. Anyway, I didn't know what I was writing I had a lil help from Unicorn Lady who checked it and told me to improve language and stuff, of course being older she's better at this kind of thing than I. Okay I'll let you read it now ^_^...
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If there were only one chance left would you take it?
Parallel
Hizenfli looked at herself, the bushy uncontrollable hair had returned the mist had yet again settled upon her eyes and she couldn't see properly. She didn't want her glasses back, not that she could have had them back - she had broken them. Smashed them with her own two hands in a rage. She found herself wiping a tear from her eyes, why was she so sad? This was after all what she had wanted, twenty-four hours that had been the bane of her existence, blighted her, and had now made her look at things differently.
She fumbled about the room part blind unaware where she was going. She stumbled into a silent figure who she couldn't quite make out what his expression was but she knew that the Professor wasn't angry, he was almost - happy she could sense it the dark aura that surrounded him seemed to have lightened.
"I now see why you wanted to hide your face behind those ridiculous lenses, you're eyes would definitely draw more attention than you would like," he said softly brushing the tears from her eyes - she blushed.
"I can't see you properly," she said sadly.
"Perhaps that's better for you; I'm a monster anyway," he said sadly stepping away from her.
"I don't think you're a monster," she said another tear rolling down her cheek, she was showing more emotion than she would have liked, it wasn't like her to allow people to see her hurt.
"Then it shows how little you have learned in seven years." He said shortly, she could hear the door open and witness a blur stepping out of it, if only she could see straight to stop him. There was only one way that she knew of to get her eyes back to normal, she drew her wand and pointed to herself. There was no turning back with this one, she'd be doing exactly what she said she never would and going against all her principles because of her teacher... was she insane?
"Severus!" She called desperately, her voice caught in her throat jumping out with the last silibles, why was he walking away, he wasn't a monster, and she didn't want him to go... She didn't want him to go, it felt unusual admitting that to herself. She couldn't see him, there was a very short amount of time before the term finished and she would be leaving the school for good. He couldn't just walk off like that...
He could hear her voice, she was like an angel, so innocent and unspoilt, mist in her eyes showing the perfection that kept her from ever becoming as tainted as he was, he couldn't be around her. He had nearly kissed her before, what would he be capable of now? She didn't see him as a monster... his heart pounded beneath his ribs, walk away it's for the best.
"Severus please!" She sobbed running down the Dungeon corridor after him her robes trailing behind her sweeping out in the windless corridor.
She called him Severus; this was getting out of control. He stopped dead in his tracks, why was she doing this... Why couldn't she be the way she was without affecting him? This was dangerous; he had to keep moving. He began to run towards his chambers, he couldn't think why he was frightened but he was, there was something about her he couldn't control himself around, he became worse the moment she returned to normal, he wasn't able to make her understand either... she would never understand.
"Stop running for once in your life!" She called after him standing completely still her robes rippling to a halt by her side; she wasn't going to run after him any more... not again. One night left and all her hope would be gone, she'd never see him again. One chance at something more than solitude even if it was only for a night, she couldn't give that up.
"I'm not running," he said his voice slightly higher in pitch than normal turning to face her slowly he had a burning feeling in the back of his mind eating at him mind like lava consuming everything in its path.
"Then don't run away from everything." She said. "From me..." She whispered, he looked at her strangely, what could she possibly want from him? He had nothing to offer her; she was... more than he had expected and now was having a hard time coping with it. How could she look so different but look so similar? Be so plain but so amazing at the same time, she'd become a complete contradiction and he was having difficulty understanding what his own mind wanted let alone trying to figure her out. Her personality seemed to have jumped out and slapped him round the face waking him up along with the person now standing falorn in front of him.
"I'm doing what's best..." He muttered looking at the floor. "For both of us."
"And what is that?" She said shortly. "What's best for both of us?" Her voice was accenting the first note of annoyance he had heard from her that was actually directed at him with passion.
"I have to be away from you... I can't..." He took a deep breath to steady himself resting his hand on his forehead.
"Then stay away from me Professor, walk away from me, if that is what you must do but I would like you to have something." She said her eyes burning, she couldn't cry - not now. He wasn't worth it. She walked up to him quickly and hoped that he would remain there and not storm off. He looked at sadly, she could see from his expression he was upset but she couldn't why he would be... he was the one walking away. He moved his hand from his face, he wanted to touch her, comfort her, her eyes were so glazed but almost powerful enough to keep her from allowing tears to fall, he couldn't believe the situation he was in.
"I'm sorry..." He breathed as she placed her hands on his shoulders, his whole body screamed under her touch and he wasn't concentrating on her so much any more but more on not losing control and frightening her.
"I want you to keep this..." She said breathlessly before smoothing her hand around the back of his neck bringing his head downwards broadening the width of her fingers and she dragged them ruthlessly through his hair before kissing him so softly he thought he would die. She didn't so much as press her lips against his but brushed them slightly with her bottom lip and tickled the ridge of his top lip with hers. He was frozen, he'd always believed that passion was shown in a hungry desire to consume the other in with your own lust but she was so gentle, gradually tilting her head to the side becoming closer to him before he couldn't stop himself returning this gentle yet fiery kiss. It was driving him crazy just having his lips remain still, for some strange reason when their tongues met he felt the oddest sensation, it was as if his mouth had melted away as what felt like static electricity ripped down his throat into his stomach making him feel weak for the first time in his life. He'd kissed women before but this girl, one who to all his better knowledge had no experience with men at all was putting them all to shame. She was so calm collected and shy yet she had complete control over him, she drew away and pressed her finger to his lips to silence him. "Keep this as a reminder of something - you can never have." She took a step back from him; his breath was escaping him sharply like he'd been winded, robbed of oxygen for several minutes. She looked at his face, the whole expression was undecided, he had no idea what to do, as his right hand moved from his mouth to his forehead then over his eyes when he couldn't decide what to do. "Good bye, Professor Snape." She said shortly before turning on her heal and walking away... she was walking away. He watched her - steady paces, her hair bouncing lightly behind her, his breath escaped him more rapidly as if he couldn't exist without her the further she got the worse it became, his throat ached, he eyed were burning and he didn't know what to do. What could he do?
"Hizenfli..." He called after her, she stopped and looked back at him over her shoulder.
"What?" She said shortly.
"I... you... it's..." he stammered shaking his head before steadying himself. "Don't go!" He the words escaped him slowly, she however didn't seem affected by his words; she turned her head around but didn't walk off.
"Stop playing games Professor... it isn't fair," she said her voice weakening. What was it about things you can't have - why do they always make you want them more?
"Unfair, I'll define unfair for you, looking at you walk away from me... watching you step away from me after that... Hizenfli I have never... in my life felt the way I did just then... the way I feel when I'm around you." He approached her as he spoke, she refused to look at him still... he had to be joking. "You drive me crazy Miss Latchman; can you see it in my eyes?" He placed his slender hands on her shoulders and she jumped.
"I can't see it," she whispered looking at the floor.
"Look into my eyes and tell me you can't see it and I swear I'll leave you alone." He said one hand stroking her hair the other sliding down her arm gently. A tear escaped her eyes, if she didn't see anything in his eyes he'd be able to see the way he made her feel.
"I can't see it..." She said stubbornly, he brushed his fingertips over her hair over her forehead brushing over her nose and creeping over her lips to her chin and round her neck, her head instinctively shot back leaning against him drawing a long ragged breath closing her eyes as if she'd never felt anything so ardent in her life as his fingertips continued to slide downward over her robes it was as if she'd been engulfed by cold water as she shivered.
"Look harder..." he whispered in her ears her head rested on his shoulder his fingers getting lower with surprising effect for her being fully robed, she turned her head to face him her eyes glazed.
"I'm afraid of what I see..." She hummed looking into his eyes, it was true she could see it but then she only knew what to look for from her own eyes, she couldn't see them but feel them. She could feel his aura, it burned - she crumbled against him, his energy was astonishing, she could feel it sense it almost taste it, intense heat on the tip of her tongue.
"Fear is an odd sensation, but easily kerbed," he said holding her from the floor as her legs refused to stand any longer.
"I've never felt the way you make me feel, I've never felt anything like this." She said softly as she pushed him against the wall kissing him again, he slouched against the wall as she hooked one of her legs over his hip and pressed herself against him, his head was over come with feelings of guilt and strong urges to the contrary as their hips met.
"If we get caught..." He breathed.
"Who walks down in the dungeons at four in the morning?" She sighed as she felt more than she had bargained for pressing against her. It didn't seem to bother her this time, she was herself this time... or at least she looked like herself but her behaviour was another thing...
"You're beautiful," he sighed, looking into her misty brown eyes she looked at him shrewdly.
"You're a liar," she hummed lustfully.
"No..." he muttered. "You're incredible..." She pushed herself against him more, wanting to feel him completely against her, no gaps, his hands found their way down her back pressing completely against the material dragging it wherever his hands went. She smiled his eyes had become consumed by fire, acetylene burning the brilliance of their power was implausible.
Severus was amazed by her behaviour, she had her knee over his hip, they were so close yet so distant. Her aura was cool but the longer she remained against him her temperature rose like she was trapped in a furnace. He felt an over whelming urge to have her closer never to let her go. She began to massage his hip with her thigh in a circular motion as she was drawn closer to him. He walked from the wall he had been leaning on to the one opposite pressing her lightly against it attempting to kiss her more deeply, with more passion but she pulled away, keeping the touch so soft it was killing him - she was such a tease.
She hitched her other leg around him before releasing the grip she had about his waist holding her up against the wall, she couldn't restrict him, the feeling of him being so close was over powering. He lifted her against the wall working his kisses lower as he reached the top of her robes releasing the button, the soft material slipped effortlessly over her left shoulder. He stopped kissing her and smoothed his fingers over her smooth skin, she tingled under his touch as what seemed like white heat over took her chest forcing deep breaths from her unwillingly. She moved one hand from the wall before smoothing her fingers round his face lifting it to face her before her shaking fingers worked around his hair and pushed his head to her shoulder, she wouldn't allow this passionate torture to continue - it was too much for her. He pressed his lips softly to her collar bone before working his hands from her back to her hips sliding his hands up her sides it felt like ice on a hot plate, as he traced his fingers up her sides dragging her robes upwards then loosening the pressure as his fingers crept round her breasts, slowly, lightly - she stifled a small moan as his fingers tickled her arms holding them against the wall before kissing her lips, with furious passion. She didn't stop him this time, kissing him deeply was almost as electrifying as lightning down her vertebrae - he worked his hands down her arms again making them tremble under his expert touch. She stifled a small hum of pleasure before her knees loosened from his hips and she slid down the wall like water before he stopped her falling.
"Are you sure no one will come down here?" She breathed loosening his belt.
"No," he hummed looking up and down the corridor, she stopped working his belt and looked into his eyes, the black flickered like an opal, like that of a boy - mischievous and yet solitary. "I think we should stop this right here," he said removing his hands from her waist.
"Why stop now?" She said lustfully pushing him against the other wall next to the door to his chamber. It was made of fine oak and polished to look antique and rustic against the old bricks of the dungeons.
"I was hoping you'd say that," he said his breath ragged as she kissed him again. "Strata," he breathed his voice now rasping and thin. The old door clicked and he fumbled for the handle before she hopped back from him a mischievous glint in her hazel eyes, opening and closing them slowly as a cat would. He backed in the doorway his right index finger smoothing his lips.
As he backed away from her she began to feel cold, like he was the heat keeping her aflame. She knew she'd never feel this way again if she left it like that, she followed shutting the door behind her stepping out of her small black loafers and into this wonderful room. It was magnificent. Larger than it had first appeared, marble floors like the rest of the school with rough stone wall as her common room had. There was a small fireplace with glowing green flames as with the torchlight, not they were torches, more like floating flames. In one corner of the room there was a large four poster bed draped in dark green velvet. There were intermittently spaced bookshelves compiling well kept leather bound books as displaying them like they'd been thrown carelessly into their position. There was a large window on the wall by the bed, no curtains but large panes of glass allowing the moonlight through; the lighting was almost a silver green - a haunting colour.
Severus sat in the chair in front of the large oak desk his head in his hands thinking about what he was doing. What was he doing? He didn't know anymore.
Upon the desk sat a silver pot shaped like a coiled snake with numerous quills inside dotted about the desk was numerous pots of ink next to a neatly kept pile of parchment over the other side of the desk along with what looked like a pot of sealing wax and a seal... all old wizarding families had a family crest, she assumed that was his families crest.
Hizenfli felt a little strange in this room, she was around him but everything about her made her feel like a small girl, not nearly as confident as she had been. She could feel the recluse returning, she shook her head trying to get them mouse out of her character, she didn't what to think what she was doing. She just wanted to let go for once. She wanted to instil confidence within herself again, she looked at him her unsure expression masked by the shady light, he looked at her ruefully, wondering what he had started. He began to feel like he had corrupted a young girl. It made him uncomfortable.
"Would you dance with me?" She asked coyly, she felt as if he was going to turn her down but she knew that was the only way to renew her confidence... get close to him again.
"I... yes..." He stammered, what was he doing? He kept asking himself, as he jumped to his feet and allowed a small bit of Latin music to filter into the room. He placed her hands in his but she didn't leave her hands there long, she found them tracing within his robes, pressing against the shirt he had on beneath his robes unbuttoning it in a effort to press her fingers to his bare flesh. She pressed herself against him, pressed a her face to him taking deep breaths as she got closer to him. He held her closely, thinking about the next day, how she would have left Hogwarts, he would never see her again... He entwined his fingers round her tangled hazel hair, brushing it from her face as she leaned her head against his shoulder.
"Are you like this with all the women you've had?" She asked in a rather crude tone like she wouldn't be any different from any other woman.
"What makes you think there have been many?" He asked slowly lifting her head to face him his eyes delving into hers like fire.
"Just you... one of my room mates... well I say mates, I hate the common tart but she claims most men fumble about until they think they've got it right..." She said slowly as his expression seemed to look a little taken aback. "But you..." She hummed as he released her. "You know exactly what buttons to press." She said lustfully pushing him back into the chair behind the desk.
"Is that so?" He hummed as she knelt on his thighs, tracing her fingers down the buttons of his robes before undoing them.
"Yes it is..." she sighed as he smoothed his slender fingers down her shoulder to the top of the curve to her bust loosening her robes as his fingers worker their way lower. He was surprised to discover she had nothing on underneath her robes, he stopped working his fingers lower and smoother them slowly up to her face kissing her deeply again.
She released the catch on his belt and pushed the robes over his powerful shoulders revealing a plain white shirt that she was quick to remove. She looked upon his pale skin pressing her palms to his chest she was able to feel his heart thrashing around under her hands.
She was able to notice a strange tattoo on his left forearm, it was rather primitive in her opinion and quite vulgar, she drew her gaze back to his powerful chest then to his right arm, she looked into his eyes then to the table at the different inks. Without a word she picked up the green ink and a quill. Instead of using the nib she dipped the feather into the shining green ink and brushed it against his right shoulder. Before he could protest she drew him into another breath taking kiss as she brushed a spiral round his arm. When he looked again it had taken the shape of the Slytherin serpent coiled lightly about his arm. Her lustful eyes met his which were filled with equal passion... she threw the quill lazily upon the desk, he threw his arms around her dragging his hands over her back beginning to loosen the buttons of her robes again. She traced her fingers down his chest over the waist of his tailored black trousers. Her fingers finding their way to the fastenings and quickly undoing them working her fingers lower.
In truth she had no idea what she was doing, her mind was on autopilot it seemed to know what it wanted. She continued to kiss him while she forwarded her wild exploration with her hands. A strange feeling engulfed him as her hands lowered, it was a plummeting feeling, like he was sinking beyond the lowest of the low... before she twitched something that made his spine evaporate.
"Hizenfli, this is wrong!" He said hurriedly as his mind trembled at the thought someone would ever find out.
"I know..." She hummed her eyes glittering malevolently.
"What if we get caught?" He rasped.
"Expecting any visitors?" She said coolly.
"Never mind," he said lifting her with him as he stood up out of the chair lowering her gently over the desk careful not to knock anything over, not that he was bothered but more that he was worried about the noise.
"Why so careful Severus?" She asked in a low toned sassy voice.
"Noise is a factor Hizenfli... If people found out..."
"Blast the noise!" she shouted throwing her arms out around her knocking everything flying from the desk, ink and parchment - quills strewn about the place. He looked at her shrewdly, she brushed her hand round the back of his neck before dragging him off balance on top of her.
"Hizenfli, please listen to me!" He said trying to stop her hands going any lower.
"To what... your incessant worrying? No one is going to come down here so just calm down, well not that I could call you calm..." She said winking at him, he moved his hand to his forehead his eyes panic stricken, what was he doing?!
"You know this will get out eventually?" His voice was thin, unsure, shocked and he wanted her more than life itself.
"This is Hogwarts after all..." She said in a matter-of-fact tone, he rolled to his side onto the desk dipping his fingers into a tuft of her hair. He couldn't really explain why he did it before repeating the action with the green ink.
"You're divine, why have I never seen it until now?"
"I don't like lies Severus. They're unsettling," he looked into her hazel eyes his chest pounding his ears refusing to listen to his logic his common sense, his morals.
"Would a liar do this?" he said drawing her closer to him kissing her forehead wrapping her in his arms, he didn't want to let her go. "I don't know why but you make me feel complete," he said his voice warm for once. She led in his arms feeling so close yet so far, she wanted to be closer yet she couldn't bring herself to make the first move.
"I think a liar is capable of anything," she said sadly.
"Do you think I'm lying?" He said hoping she would believe him for once but seeing the situation he wouldn't blame her if she thought he was the lowest excuse for a reptile.
"What I want to believe and what is true are completely different," she said.
"What are we doing Hizenfli?" His voice was trying to get an answer from her, he hadn't one to offer he hadn't a clue.
"I don't know any more..." She didn't know anymore, before she had been so sure but now it was so difficult to distinguish.
"Is this really worth it?"
"I could lie here like this forever but then I'd regret that I never got truly close to you." She smoothed her hand around her his face feeling like she had been swallowed by his eyes.
"Is that what you want?"
"My opinion doesn't matter, I'm a fool to believe I'd ever please you, in any way. You're incredible and I think I've fallen for you but not really knowing what love is I've probably made a mistake."
"I think I've fallen for you and I've never... believed myself to love anyone."
"You could just be saying that."
"You also frustrate me... the way you refuse to believe anything I say, can't you accept anything or do you need to question everything?"
"If I don't question everything how will I know I'm not making a mistake, the questions are necessary," she said absently.
"Very well..." he said rolling onto his back again.
"But what I perceive to be real is irrelevant to the way I'm feeling right now." She muttered looking at him watch the ceiling his eyes more unsure than hers. She crept her fingers up his sternum, he closed his eyes tightly trying to think about what he should be doing and not what he was doing. It felt like she was cutting him in two with burning fingertips against his cold flesh.
"What are you saying, this is wrong and you know it is, as well as I do..." He said facing her brushing his finger round her cheeks.
"I know it's wrong but the conflict in my head isn't about what I want, it about the time." She looked away. "I'm leaving here tomorrow and I'll never feel the same if... if I leave here and never..." Tell him he'll understand, one part of her urged her but the proud side of her didn't want to be weak even if she knew she was, it didn't want to submit, to be taken. The prompting side was constantly pushing her, no more time, it would mutter, you're the student - bet he's loving this... the other side would comment irately. If you go now you live life like a stone... She looked back at him as he looked to the ceiling as if it knew what to do more than he did.
"It'll be better if we leave this, it isn't right and I would never forgive myself." He didn't look at her, she felt a rush of rage swell within her chest as if compounding forces were ready to break out of her.
"Neither would I if I left it like this." She said dragging her fingers back down his chest rolling onto her front working both her hands lower but his expression was more of sadness than of lust she stopped herself feeling a little stupid before getting to her feet and straightening herself - she felt like an idiot. She placed on hand to her head to hold herself steady, what was she thinking? He was her teacher, nothing would change that, a tear fell from her eye like glass. She took one last look before turning to the door.
What are you doing? She's going, you're an idiot, a fool for ending it like this, part of him barked as if to wake him, he snapped upright like something had shocked him, he looked at her carefully as she began to open the door but him mind wasn't registering it. Pieces of him were concluding he was a fool the other that he was going the right thing but he couldn't piece together what she was going, the opening the door didn't click till the last minute when he flew to his feet looming over her before closing the door not allowing her to leave.
"What?" She snapped before he kissed her pressing her against the wall again, she was immediately silenced. She momentarily tried to object but she had her mouth full. She proceeded to try to push him away but until he let her go, she drew in sharp breaths thinking about what to do next before deciding to go on instinct, she couldn't help pushing him forcefully against the opposite wall and kissing him deeply, it was like her mind was finally making a joined decision. Severus' nimble fingers made light work of the cord round the waist of her robes before working on the buttons again but far quick than before not wanting another sudden pang of ethics.
In an effort to pull him closer she drove her fingertips into his back ending up against the opposite wall as he pressed himself firmly against her, her robes falling open slightly allowing his hands against her, he had only needed to undo buttons to her waist, her long black skirt that swept the ground covered her lower half. She pushed him away lightly pulling her robes back about her chest and slunk over to the fire place like a the green flames casting a chilling light on her face, before she faced him again beckoning him to her then turning away again.
He walked up to her slowly placing his arms around her shoulders, she could feel it again, his aura, the intense feeling she had felt in his presence when he had stopped her trying to kill herself. The rush as his lean masculine figure was pressed against her making her feel like she was one fire within and yet he hadn't even touched her yet.
"Burn me within I want to feel what real flames are before this night is through!" She said lustfully holding her hands behind her brushing her fingertips over his well defined aristocratic features while he kissed the back of her neck dragging his lips under her jaw line sliding his hands under her robes that she had pulled around herself again opening them rubbing his hands down her slender curves as she lightly tugged on his hair entwining it round her fingers pulling him closer. He span her on the spot to face him and she followed the turn like she had no will of her own as he guided her arms to he side softly allowing his hands to wonder down her skin as he slipped her robes off her shoulders.
She wanted to say something but she was silenced before she could even begin by a passionate kiss which she returned with equal if not more hunger before pulling back a bit kissing him softly again causing him to groan in frustration. She brushed her tongue across his bottom lip making a short ragged gasp escape him before out of her own desperation she kissed him again more furiously than before. This time he was the once to pull away kissing her neck working his way down her body hesitating at her breasts as she gasped out of shock and pleasure as he brushed his lips and tongue over the swell of each her legs giving way causing her to be caught in his arms leaning back in his grasp urging him to proceed but unable to say a word. His wandering fingers made her feel unbelievably hot like he was cutting her in two with fire as the support on her back worked its way lower and lower arcing her head to the floor as he undid the clasp on her skirt. He lowered her to the ground resting her back against the cold floor cooling her down as she stifled a small hum of pleasure as her torrid flesh very calmed by the marble. Her head was screaming at her it was wrong it was impossible but it felt good. Every time he touched her she wanted to scream his name in delight but she was a Slytherin, she knew how to exercise self control and she was going to make him regret having thought she'd be the only one screaming.
He leaned over her blinding her with passionate kisses before yet again proceeding to work his way lower removing her skirt this time tracing his hands lightly down her sides making her feel silly, almost shy but she wasn't going to show it, she wasn't brazen but she didn't want to make him think she was too young that she didn't want him. She lifted one of her feet to his thigh and massaged his leg unbuttoning his trousers a second time using her foot to help her hands pull them off of him. He moved up to her face again a perplexed expression on his face as he too became exposed quicker than he had thought. His expression changed looking into her eyes making her feel in control again.
"Are you sure about this?" He muttered kissing her neck again working lower rubbing his hands up the insides of her thighs.
"Just shut up Severus," she said shortly pushing him onto his back - my turn, she thought playfully running her lips down his neck. He didn't know what to think, she seemed to be taking charge of him, this didn't seem right to him as he brushed his fingers like a feather like touch down her spine she shuddered under his touch, it was almost too much for her but she knew she had to proceed working her way lower until she had reached his hips thinking about what she was going to do next. Instead of kissing him however she moved her fingers lower tracing her fingers around him it was as if she were doing so much yet so little it drove him crazy he wanted to take her with more force, she wouldn't make mockery of him, she'd never done this before, yet who was the teacher? She continued to run her fingers round him like a spiral he groaned with pleasure but it felt odd.
"Hizenfli, I..." she stopped leaned flat against him and looked into his eyes as he worked his hands round the back of her thighs.
"Yes..." She hummed her eyes glittering strangely, their softness had almost become savage as she allowed herself to go on instinct. He though about it for a second his heart racing his body screaming for her. He rolled her onto her back again the green flames of the fire lighting her face. He looked into her eyes before kissing her again she felt like jelly as if her spine had evaporated as if the rest of her had disintegrated. He stopped leaving a finger at her lips working his way down, further down than before she could stop herself eliciting a small moan through what he was doing to her, she began to feel like she hadn't even existed and that everything around her was a blur she shook her head to keep herself from slipping into a dream state where she lost control but it wasn't working, no matter how hard she tried to keep a grip she kept slipping back as a new wave of pleasure cloaked her senses. "I beg you..." she cried though the blinding torment. "No more!" She sobbed but he didn't listen. It felt as if she had engulfed her in fire as she felt a cataclysmic release with a softening sigh as he stopped before running his fingers back up her sides and drawing a line down her centre with his tongue.
"No more?" He hummed as she drew sharp breaths looking wide eyed up at him in disbelief at what had happened, it was amazing, she'd never felt so alive it was almost killing her as everything within her rushed around like she'd be hit with an invisible force trying to make her cave in every sense. She closed her eyes and tried to think calm thoughts but everything was screaming take me but the rest of her was causing her to control herself she slammed him to the ground a steady palm to his chest working her way downwards catching him with her hands, he gasped as she took him firmly as if her confidence had been boosted ten fold making him groan and shudder with every single movement she made until he couldn't take it any more. He lifted her under the arms lowering her gently to the floor again teasing her as he positioned himself only she didn't seem to be being teased she appeared to enjoy it. His expression changed, he was becoming uncertain.
"Self control Severus," she moaned softly as he kissed her neck, he held back allowing his hands to caress the rest of her body as she hummed with pleasure beneath him. Hizenfli closed her eyes tightly as if she knew what to expect as she pulled him down into her causing herself to cry out. He didn't move as she took sharp breaths to steady herself calming down which what appeared to be soft sighs. He kissed her deeply still unmoving she taking a grip on his back forcing him to move she couldn't take it any more. Every time he moved she sighed, moaned, groaned, screamed she couldn't help herself, it was incredible but she wasn't to only one, every stroke make him groan in ecstasy. The last thing she remembered was screaming out his name until she passed out.
She woke up the next morning in his chambers, next to him, she was in the bed and besides the wonderfully soft covers she had his harm draped over her, she snuggled up to him, he was so warm and yet so peaceful at the same time, she didn't think she'd ever see the terrifying Potions Master look so gentle. She slid her hand down his chest working her way down again until he woke up suddenly a little shocked before rolling onto her.
"Oh no you don't," he hummed, she smiled slyly.
"Every time you tease me so it makes me shudder," she said coolly pinching one of his firm buttocks.
"Really Hizenfli?" He said raising an eyebrow.
"Do it again!" She almost demanded of him, she kissed him passionately before he went to move lower. "There isn't enough time for that!" She said shortly, it was almost seven o'clock and breakfast usually started then she didn't want to be caught out though it was very likely she would be. The second time she felt more relaxed the movement slower more easy, less desperate but still hungry she made a move however that she was going to regret, screaming as loud as she did when a new wave of pleasure exploded within her.
There was a knock at the door.
They both stopped and looked at each other he was still within her he began to hyperventilate, she wanted to scream again.
"Professor Snape?" A woman's voice called, it sounded annoyed and concerned.
"Oh god!" Severus whispered kissing her on the forehead and withdrawing. "Minerva!" He whispered shocked that she was near his chambers.
"What's she doing here?" Hizenfli murmured as the both threw their clothes back on.
"I don't know!" He said through gritted teeth, Hizenfli could tell that she wasn't the only one annoyed they couldn't finish what they had started.
"Severus!" Minerva said knocking on the door again.
"Yes Minerva?" He shouted his voice annoyed beyond words.
"Could I come in please there is something rather important about one of your students I have to talk to you about!" She shouted back sounding a little worried. Hizenfli gulped and went red.
"Can't it wait?" He shouted sounding a little squeaky as he and Hizenfli tried to find a place to hide her.
"She's gone missing Severus, of course it can't wait!" Hizenfli looked at the fire and the two pots of power throwing a little into the flames before disappearing into them. Severus didn't know what to do.
"Very well," he said looking into the flames where she had gone then proceeding to open the door.
"What happened to your desk?" McGonagall asked looking to the spilt ink and the mess on the parchment.
"I spilt them!" He said shortly, now what is it about Latchman then?" He said coldly.
"How do you know it's Miss Latchman?" McGonagall said coldly, Severus went red, how was he going to explain how he knew.
"I... er... isn't it?" He said cleaning the desk.
"Yes it is but how do you know?"
"Well she's the only one neurotic enough to just sod off like this." He answered becoming more confident that she didn't suspect a thing.
"Well yes she's gone missing, what do you propose to do about it?"
"Me? Nothing!" He said in his normal cold tone. "She'll come back when she's ready I guess."
"There is only one day left!" There was another knock on the door and Dumbledore walked in with Hizenfli who was looking cold and upset, Snape sneered at her but not with his eyes he was kind of blanching at the idea McGonagall or Dumbledore might pick up on the colour of his fingertips and the new highlights in her hair, piece two and two together about the spilt inks and the noises, this wasn't good.
"She was found walking back to the school from Hogsmeade though she won't tell me what happened," Dumbledore said calmly placing an arm on her shoulder she flinched.
"I'm... sorry..." She said to both Snape and McGonagall then looked to Dumbledore burst out crying and fled from the room.
"Could you go and check she doesn't try to kill herself again please Severus, she seems to listen to you," McGonagall said and Snape walked out of the room his cloak billowing out behind him.
He knocked on the door where he had last heard it slam shut. He opened it and stepped in, there were silent muffled sobs from within the room.
"Hizenfli?" He called, the sobs stopped as she turned to face him, she wiped the tears from her eyes and smiled at him.
"I'm going to miss you," she said her voice dry.
"Why?" He said his voice warm.
"Because I have to leave here and further my education expand my horizons and because I think in a way I've grown attached to you," they both gave a small laugh. "And now I know this I don't want to leave."
"Then stay?" He wondered, would she?
"At Hogwarts? Don't be ludicrous," she said coldly.
"I know. But I will miss you as well, you seem to understand a lot more than you let me know and you confuse me. I like it," he said walking up to her. "We're going to have to stop this the moment we go back to the Great Hall you know," he said kissing her passionately for the last time. She sighed returning the kiss with furious intensity exploring his mouth for the last time. Her arms around him tightly wanting to feel him close to her one last time. Feeling complete for the first time yet having to leave, she didn't want to let go but she knew she had to, it wouldn't work and she had to grow up a bit before she could made any rash decisions, she knew that.
He had grown to love her in his own way over such a small space of time, asking her to stay with him hadn't been a mistake he had actually meant it, he didn't want her to leave and if he could stop her he would but then people would know what had happened, McGonagall wasn't incapable to putting two and two together, he actually wondered what she did suspect. He allowed his hands to caress her back not wanting the moment to end but it had to, they'd evaded capture so far and giving up was not an option.
All though we may be parallel it is symmetry that divides us.
Even when we grow older the mind is still willing to discover - Higher Learning...
The end - or is it?
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Author's Note: What did you think? Any good, worth reading or tripe? Tell me honestly and I swear I'll not chase you with my gun, oh yes I have a gun... hehehehehe... nah... lol... I was listening to 'Latin Simone' by 'Gorillaz', very sexy tune by the way, makes me wanna dance though I don't really think I would dance to it though or at least I didn't until I discovered myself stressed and stood in my room this song as loud as it would go within reason so I couldn't hear the shouting just rocking my head from side to side, I suffer mental torture you may be able to tell. But enough of that it's boring me - please review because that's the only way I know people read my stuff, when ffnet was down I put chapter two up and got one review, the same with Natural Veritaserum which I inadvertently put three of the same chapter up on because I thought there was a fault and refused to believe it wasn't going to let me post - man I was miffed! Stubborn am I not - no? Oh well I tried, I went mad and wrote really long chapters for Natural Veritaserum - chapter fourteen is seventeen pages and OMG! I didn't even realise how much I'd written but now I have a temporary block in my way there but I think I have enough to cover the amount of the time the ideas stop pouring... I even think I have an idea but it's a little too strange, lol! Anyway I shut up now because I'm pretty sure I've bored you senseless if you're still reading this... hehe!
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