THEY'RE ONLY 30 YEARS APART....

Chapter six - The ball and the storm

Huha! Chapter six already ^^ *singing* IIII keeheeep on writing- On and on- Don't know- How to stop. *clears throat* Sorry =) Curious what a ball and a storm have in comment? THEY'RE BOTH IN THIS CHAPTER!!! This chapter is pretty long, I guess. Why it took me so long? WELL, CAN I GO ON HOLIDAY OR NOT?! Oops, I'm overreacting again. But I was on holiday, and let me tell you one thing; It was boring. Not that that was a bad thing, cause when I was bored I came up with some other Snape fics (and a song ^^). But that has got nothing to do with this fic, so I suppose I'll shut up.

And a little word to my reviewers.....

Pervert Bitch, maybe you should try such a potion as Megan's ;)

More, More!, I WILL write more!

MOM2005, you know I want to thank you :)

Peeves (not reviewed, but sent me an e-mail), thanks again!

And Jillychan, thank you too, of course ^^ I'm trying to put some more humor in it.

Okay, now I've thanked everyone who reviewed after I uploaded chapter 5, right? Kay then..... Oh, one more thing (only one! I promise!), I now finally exactly know what a Mary Sue is (YaY!), so I'll try to avoid Megan turning more into a Mary Sue.

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"No, not like that! Try it with your arms like this. And say it louder! Watch out for that! DON'T POINT YOUR WAND AT ME!"

Professor Flitwick was having a hard time teaching Megan some spells. She was following private lessons now, because she had hardly learned anything. So, every day after class, she had to learn everything first years, second years, third years and so on had to learn too. Dumbledore had taken care of that. She had first learned DADA (Dumbledore thought that it was most important), now charms, then do exams, another subject, then the exam of that subject and so on. She was afraid of the potions lessons. She had avoided Snape since he told her about his crime. She was having an internal conflict. On one side she never wanted to see him anymore. He had killed the only wizard in her family. But on the other side she couldn't hate him. She wanted to, she wanted to be mad on him, to be mad on herself for loving such a creepy killer. But every time she said that to herself she knew it wasn't true.







When she heard about the ball for the first time, and Chris asked her with who she would like to go, Megan didn't seriously thought about it. But she couldn't stop thinking about it, and the more she thought about it, the more she convinced herself. At least she could try.….





The Muggle-knowledge exam was almost finished. She knew what would come next. It was the only subject she hadn't got yet, Potions. Tomorrow would be her first lesson. She felt shaky whenever she thought about it. Quickly she focused on her exam.

"That's a television." Megan answered to the professor. "Which is being used for fun. They can watch it, and then they think that's fun."

The professor nodded. "And what's this?"

"That's a....- Er... - Oh, I remember. That's a toothbrush. They're putting milk, eggs and other food supplies in it."

The professor shook his head no. "It's a fridge which is being used for putting food supplies in it. And this isn't a toothbrush. It's just a computer. But it's okay. You're finished."

Megan felt relieved it was, and she walked out the classroom. When she walked into the Great Hall, Chris came running to her. She seemed to be very happy and excited. Megan wondered why that was.

"Megan, Megan!"

"What?"

"GUESS WHAT? Xavier wants to go with me to the ball next week!!!"

Megan's face cleared up. "Really?! That's great! I'm so happy for you! How did you get him so far?"

"NOTHING! HE asked ME!"

"You're kiddin'! But, wait.... I thought first years couldn't come to the ball?"

"That's right, but this year there has been made an exception. I really have no idea why, but IT'S GONNA BE GREAT!"

"I guess..." Megan's smile disappeared.

"What's wrong?" Chris asked. "With who are you going?"

"I don't know yet. But..."

"I see. Who are you going to ask?"

Megan smiled. "You'll find out next week. Bye!"

Megan walked to her room. She had to prepare for tomorrow. This was her only chance. She HAD to ask him to the ball. He would probably say no, but then she would do anything to make him say yes. She would beg him, get down on her knees, tell him she would do everything if he would go with her, she would give him all her money, and she would leave him alone for the rest of his life (Well, she wouldn't, but maybe it would help if she did say that). If he then said "No," after all, then there was no hope. Megan had made up every kind of speech she could think of, and made up an answer to every single reaction she could expect. It was now or never.





Megan wasn't nervous at all. When it was time to go to her Potion lesson, her head was empty. She considered that was a good thing. No thoughts were rushing trough her head, so what could go wrong? She walked to the dungeon, and saw the door was closed. Without thinking she opened it, and saw Snape staring at the ground. She couldn't see his face very clearly. "Er, Professor?" she said. Snape started, and quickly stood up. He seemed irritated. "Right. Sit down. Today we'll learn..- I'll teach you how to make a potion against acne."

The lesson was very boring, but Megan caught every single word Snape said. Finally, he stood up, and walked to his desk.

"Okay, that's all for today."

Megan packed her stuff, and stand still by the door. "Now," she thought. "Ask him now."

"Professor, I-"

"Megan-"

They said it at the same time. Both were surprised. They could see each other thinking, what did you wanted to say?

"Yes?" Megan said.

"No, you say first?"

Megan's heart was beating very fast now. She would be pleasantly surprised if Snape wasn't hearing it.

"W-Will you go to the ball with me?"

The seconds that were following were awful. Megan thought they felt like hours. Snape just looked at her. Maybe he was going to yell. What was her plan, if he yelled? She had forgotten every speech she'd made up. She couldn't think of a word to say when his reply was negative. She could see Snape opening his mouth, but for Megan everything seemed to went very slow. Then finally he spoke.

"Yes. Yes, I will."

Megan was shocked. She realized she hadn't thought of an answer in case he would say yes. She nodded, but couldn't smother her smile as she walked away.



Almost eight o'clock. Megan was sitting on her bed, she had chosen a flowing dark blue dress for the Ball. Suddenly, there was an efficient tap at the door. Megan took a good breath, and opened the door. It was Snape.

"HEY!" Megan said. "You're wearing a......- a something-different-from-your- usual-clothes!" (Just make up your own idea of how he will look ^^)

"Not so loud please!" Snape said trough his teeth. He nervously looked around. "Let's go." To her surprise he offered her his arm. Was he kidding?

He wasn't. As they walked to the Great Hall both noticed the odd looks they got. Megan didn't really care about it, but Snape did.

"What are they looking at?" he said when a group girls started to whisper and giggle when they passed. Megan giggled too. "I think they're just -er- surprised to see you like this!"

Snape sniffed. "Well, if they keep staring then I'll deduct points from them."

"But they're in Slytherin."

"Then... Too bad!"

Megan giggled again. She was glad she wasn't the only one who was nervous.

They could hear the noise from a good bit away, and when they entered the Great Hall Megan felt like everyone was looking at them. She saw Chris, and waved, but Chris didn't wave back. She stopped dancing with Xavier, and stared at Megan with wide eyes. Megan smiled, and led Snape over to a table. Snape went to get them drinks, as he did Chris quickly ran to Megan.

"What... Are you nuts or what?!"

Megan just smiled.

"Come on, you can't mean this! I thought you were kidding when you said..... Well, I mean, he's so mean! How can you......?"

Megan sighed. "Oh, he's not so bad! Really! I think... He's just special on his own way." Megan blinked. "I think I've just stolen Dogbone's text. But that's not the point. The point is, that I like him. Have I got to ask why you like Xavier?"

Chris looked back to Xavier, who was smiling at her. "Well, he's intelligent. And he has a cute face."

"So you like someone because of his face and brains? What about the rest? What about his nature?"

Chris laughed. "Come on, do you mean Snape has got a good nature? He's sarcastic, he's prejudiced, he's mean, he's jealous of the DADA teachers, he's mean, he's... Oh, er, hello Professor!"

Snape had returned from the bar, and heard what Chris said. He didn't seem to be very happy.

"20 points...-" he started, but Megan coughed loudly. Snape looked at her for a moment, then sighed, and looked back to Chris.

"20 points from Ravenclaw for coughing that loud. 25 points for Ravenclaw for giving such a true description of me. Now get lost," he glared between them.

Chris and Megan could both see Snape was doing a hard job giving points to Ravenclaw.

Chris grinned, and quickly ran back to Xavier, before Snape could change his mind. Megan grinned too. "Wow, I should give you points for being nice to somebody else, other than a Slytherin,"

Snape now looked up. "Don't think I did that because I like you, I only did that because I owe you. Now drink up your drink, and let's go." That didn't sound really convincing.

Megan decided not to say a thing, and drank her up her drink. When they wanted to leave, Dumbledore came to them with a serious look on his face.

"Severus, we need you on the school grounds." he whispered, but Megan could hear him anyway. Snape had to leave? Megan didn't want him to leave. Snape looked at her for one more moment, as though he could read her thoughts, and then went after Dumbledore. After a minute (Megan counted down the minute), she walked, trying not to look suspicious, out of the Great Hall, and then to the doors to the school grounds. She could hear a strange noise, but couldn't define it. She opened the doors, and immediately a strong wind blew her to the end of the hall. A shocking thought rushed trough her (slightly damaged) head. Snape was out there, with branches flying around with a speed which could kill you immediately if it caught your head. She had to help them, but did she had a chance? The risk was just as high for her as for others. Higher, maybe. She couldn't just stand here! She forced herself to stand right up, and walked to the door. Suddenly the wind direction changed, and the door closed loudly. Megan ran to the door, and opened it with magic. As she stepped out side, she was lifted by the storm immediately. She crashed the ground, screamed, and was tumbled further till she bounced into something. She felt absolutely broken, and everything hurt. Megan opened her eyes to see what it was where she was laying to, and saw it was a broad tree... Megan stiffened in shock. The Whomping Willow! She wanted to get away, but it was to late, pain swallowed her as the branches began to attack repeatedly. Megan thought she could just roll away, so the branch would hit the ground. She leaned heavily on her elbows, and tried to drag herself forward. She heard a rustling noise approaching swiftly, and when she looked up she saw the branch plummeting towards her again. Megan couldn't escape. Before she could even register what it was, a dark shadow stood before her. She heard a slap, and the figure felt on the ground. Megan was frozen. Wasn't that....?

"Severus!" she yelled.

Snape turned his face to her. "Get away from here!" he groaned while he stood up.

"But..."

"THIS IS NO TIME TO BE STRONG-WILLED! Auch!" Another branch hit him, and he fell to his knees. Megan couldn't come up with a good idea, but she couldn't leave Snape behind either. She grabbed all her power together, and stood up. The tree swung at Snape again. Megan ducked the branches, inching towards him. She dragged Snape a little bit away from the tree.

"Appero barrier!" she yelled with her wand out-stretched. An attacking branch bounced from an invisible shield. Megan took a deep breath. Okay, this would take a lot power, but at that moment she couldn't think of something else.

"Wingardium Leviosa!"

Snape flew up, and Megan concentrated hard to keep it that way. When she could control that, she directed him to the castle. She felt her energy draining, and stumbled on to the ground, but kept concentrating on Snape. Then she heard the shriek of the smashing barrier; her screen was broken. Then came an all too familiar rustling, and an awful pain. She lost consciousness.



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Oh, I know Snape could also rescue Megan without sacrificing himself, but you want some action in it too, right? Oh, why have I chosen to make a Romance fic with Snape in it?!! I'm so mad on myself! I want to keep Snape in character, but how for God's sake can I make a Romance story if I keep Snape in character? Any ideas/tips please?