CHAPTER THIRTEEN
When Severus Snape woke the next morning in his four-postered bed, he knew it wasn't true. It had been a dream. He really hadn't danced with Dia Diamond. He really hadn't kissed her. And she really hadn't kissed him back.
As he groggily sat up in bed, this saddened him deeply. He would just have to go another miserable day, watching her from a far. But, as he sat up he slid his hand across the bed and it touched something that seemed to be hair. His heart raced and he jerked his head to his left. There she was. His veela. Lying sound asleep on her side, her smooth skin peeking out from underneath her silvery hair which fanned out on the bed.
Then it was true. It hadn't been a dream. He had danced with Dia Diamond. He had kissed her. She had kissed him back. And right now, she wasy lying asleep under the covers which meant...
Had he been the first? He didn't know. Last night she had been alive with fire and passion and it was hard to believe...but this was Dia Diamond. The same little Potions assistant with the big glasses and quiet personality.
Snape studied her for a few moments, until she began to stir. She yawned and sat up, streching her arms over her head.
A thought burrowed into Snape's mind. What if when she woke up and saw him there, she would be over come with disgust? What if this really meant nothing at all... What if...
Dia Diamond opened her eyes and made contact with Snape. A bewitching smile touched her lips. "Why, good morning, Professor."
At once, every doubt in Snape's mind was banished. He responded with, "Good morning, Diamond" as he leaned over and brushed his lips against hers. Dia entwined her hands in his hair and the kiss became more passionate. It was she that broke away.
"Severus..." Dia started, then halted. It sounded odd calling Snape by his first name instead of 'Professor.'
"Hum?" Snape asked, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her close.
Dia suddenly felt foolish about the question she yearned to ask. She had to ask. When she woke she remembered nothing...it was as though she had been drugged by some sweet potion and when she awoke all she could see was a blinding infatuation for Professor Severus Snape.
Dia tried to find a way to word the question, but all that came out was: "Did we..."
Snape down at Dia, surprised. He was about to make a comment about her forgetfulness, when he realized that he didn't remember all of last night either. Only the raw passion that was felt. He got chills recalling it. He could only answer truthfully, "Yes."
While Dia reviewed this, Snape waited in dread for her reply. How would she react?
Dia recieved the news with a wicked grin crossing her face as she strattled Snape. "But, Professor, was it...?"
Snape was overtaken with lust at that moment. "What?"
"Wild?" the words rolled off her tongue.
He couldn't control his grin as he said in a soft voice, "Yes."
The assistant started to run her hands through the professor's hair. "But what about the...noise?"
Snape was taken a back by this question. He rather foolishly said, "I cast a sound-proof bubble in the room."
Dia grinned more. "So no one..."
"Heard?"
She nodded her head.
Snape smiled wickedly. "Not a soul."
"Well, Professor," Dia said. "You just might want to cast that ickle spell again."
Lust rushed through Snape as he grabbed his wand that was sitting on his bedside and said the incantation for the sound-proof room spell.
******
Dia was about to scream out the professor's name when there came knocks on the bedroom door. Dia was ready to yell in shock when Snape quickly put a hand over her mouth. "Don't speak," he barely whispered. "The spell only lasts an hour. It's wearing off."
There was another set of knocks and Professor McGonagall's distinct voice filtered through the door. "Severus? Severus, are you in there?"
Snape made a motion for Dia to be silent as he slid off the bed. "Yes, Professor McGonagall?"
"Severus, could you please open the door?" McGonagall asked.
Snape turned around and he and Dia shared a wild look. Dia immediatly jumped off the bed, holding the sheets against her. Snape pulled the sheets off her and shoved her under his bed, along with her dress, undergarments, and shoes that had been strewn on the floor.
"Severus, could you please open the door?" McGonagall said, irratbly.
"Just a moment, Professor!" Snape said, pulling his trousers on. He was reaching for his robe when he heard the password (Acretia sleeping potion) said, and the door swung open, revealing McGonagall. Snape was so surprised he dropped his robes at his feet.
Professor McGonagall's face turned crimson as she said, "Severus!"
Snape stood before her in only his trousers. McGonagall backed into the hallway, closing the door behind her, just leaving it open a crack so she could still talk to Snape. As she was talking, he hastily pulled on the rest of his wardrobe. "Severus, I was sent by Headmaster Dumbledore to fetch you and Miss Diamond. He needs to see you immediatly in his office."
Snape buttoned his shirt, looking like he was on pins and needles, despretly wanting McGonagall to leave so he could smuggle Diamond back to her room.
"Of course, Professor McGonagall, I will be there right away," he said, joining McGonagall at his door.
She looked relieved that Snape was now clothed (except later she felt the odd sensation of somewhat liking the Potion Master's well carved chest and arms) and forced a thin smile. "Of course. Well, now, Severus, I must be on my way to deliver the message to Miss Diamond. Good day."
McGonagall had backed into the hallway when panic rushed through Snape. He stuck his head out the door. "But, Professor, Diamond isn't in her room!" He mentally slapped himself for his stupid wording of the sentence.
She turned to Snape curiosuly. "Why of course Miss Diamond is in her room. She hasn't been seen all day..."
Snape cut her off. "I...I can deliver the message to Diamond!"
"Very well, Severus," the Deputy Headmistress replied, looking oddly at Snape. She finally came out of her trace and nodded her head farewell. Snape watched as she disappeared down the hallway and around a corner.
When she had gone, Snape slammed the door and collapsed against the wall, exhaling a deep breath.
Dia's head appeared from the side of the bed annd she asked, "Is she gone?"
Snape nodded and Dia let out a long sigh. She quickly changed into her gown from last night's Yule Ball and walked over to Snape, who wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her tight.
"That was so close," she said seriously. Then, after making eye contact, both parties burst into hysterical laughter at the thought of almost being caught.
After a few minutes Snape said, "We better go see what Dumbledore wants."
Dia backed away and held up a finger. She took Snape's wand and uttered an incantation, which changed the gown into the regular black robes she wore. Her hair was slicked back into a ponytail. She mockingly bowed and Snape jokingly clapped.
Snape and Dia finally made their way to Dumbledore's office, and when no student or teacher was about, his hand found hers.
When they reached the outside to Dumbeldore's office, Snape stood straight and stiff like he usually did. He knocked on the door. Dia looked up at him, but he stared straight ahead. Before the doors opened and Dumbledore beckoned them to sit, they were both thinking the same thing: perhaps Dumbledore was finally going to make Snape the fulltime Defense Against the Dark Arts Master and Dia the permanant Potions Mistress.
Dia and Snape took a seat in side-by-side chairs. Dumbledore smiled warmly at them from behind his desk. This could have been a perfect oppertunity for Dumbledore to spring the good news on the pair, but one thing was wrong with the scene. It was the man that stood near Dumbeldore's chair, the man that looked to be in his late fourties with the dark blue robe, sandy blonde hair greying at the edges, and the crinkled grin. It was this single man that turned the good news upside down.
Dumbledore spoke to Dia and Snape while motioning to the man beside him. "Severus, Dia, I would like to introduce to you Professor Wichard Prighter, our new Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher."
When Severus Snape woke the next morning in his four-postered bed, he knew it wasn't true. It had been a dream. He really hadn't danced with Dia Diamond. He really hadn't kissed her. And she really hadn't kissed him back.
As he groggily sat up in bed, this saddened him deeply. He would just have to go another miserable day, watching her from a far. But, as he sat up he slid his hand across the bed and it touched something that seemed to be hair. His heart raced and he jerked his head to his left. There she was. His veela. Lying sound asleep on her side, her smooth skin peeking out from underneath her silvery hair which fanned out on the bed.
Then it was true. It hadn't been a dream. He had danced with Dia Diamond. He had kissed her. She had kissed him back. And right now, she wasy lying asleep under the covers which meant...
Had he been the first? He didn't know. Last night she had been alive with fire and passion and it was hard to believe...but this was Dia Diamond. The same little Potions assistant with the big glasses and quiet personality.
Snape studied her for a few moments, until she began to stir. She yawned and sat up, streching her arms over her head.
A thought burrowed into Snape's mind. What if when she woke up and saw him there, she would be over come with disgust? What if this really meant nothing at all... What if...
Dia Diamond opened her eyes and made contact with Snape. A bewitching smile touched her lips. "Why, good morning, Professor."
At once, every doubt in Snape's mind was banished. He responded with, "Good morning, Diamond" as he leaned over and brushed his lips against hers. Dia entwined her hands in his hair and the kiss became more passionate. It was she that broke away.
"Severus..." Dia started, then halted. It sounded odd calling Snape by his first name instead of 'Professor.'
"Hum?" Snape asked, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her close.
Dia suddenly felt foolish about the question she yearned to ask. She had to ask. When she woke she remembered nothing...it was as though she had been drugged by some sweet potion and when she awoke all she could see was a blinding infatuation for Professor Severus Snape.
Dia tried to find a way to word the question, but all that came out was: "Did we..."
Snape down at Dia, surprised. He was about to make a comment about her forgetfulness, when he realized that he didn't remember all of last night either. Only the raw passion that was felt. He got chills recalling it. He could only answer truthfully, "Yes."
While Dia reviewed this, Snape waited in dread for her reply. How would she react?
Dia recieved the news with a wicked grin crossing her face as she strattled Snape. "But, Professor, was it...?"
Snape was overtaken with lust at that moment. "What?"
"Wild?" the words rolled off her tongue.
He couldn't control his grin as he said in a soft voice, "Yes."
The assistant started to run her hands through the professor's hair. "But what about the...noise?"
Snape was taken a back by this question. He rather foolishly said, "I cast a sound-proof bubble in the room."
Dia grinned more. "So no one..."
"Heard?"
She nodded her head.
Snape smiled wickedly. "Not a soul."
"Well, Professor," Dia said. "You just might want to cast that ickle spell again."
Lust rushed through Snape as he grabbed his wand that was sitting on his bedside and said the incantation for the sound-proof room spell.
******
Dia was about to scream out the professor's name when there came knocks on the bedroom door. Dia was ready to yell in shock when Snape quickly put a hand over her mouth. "Don't speak," he barely whispered. "The spell only lasts an hour. It's wearing off."
There was another set of knocks and Professor McGonagall's distinct voice filtered through the door. "Severus? Severus, are you in there?"
Snape made a motion for Dia to be silent as he slid off the bed. "Yes, Professor McGonagall?"
"Severus, could you please open the door?" McGonagall asked.
Snape turned around and he and Dia shared a wild look. Dia immediatly jumped off the bed, holding the sheets against her. Snape pulled the sheets off her and shoved her under his bed, along with her dress, undergarments, and shoes that had been strewn on the floor.
"Severus, could you please open the door?" McGonagall said, irratbly.
"Just a moment, Professor!" Snape said, pulling his trousers on. He was reaching for his robe when he heard the password (Acretia sleeping potion) said, and the door swung open, revealing McGonagall. Snape was so surprised he dropped his robes at his feet.
Professor McGonagall's face turned crimson as she said, "Severus!"
Snape stood before her in only his trousers. McGonagall backed into the hallway, closing the door behind her, just leaving it open a crack so she could still talk to Snape. As she was talking, he hastily pulled on the rest of his wardrobe. "Severus, I was sent by Headmaster Dumbledore to fetch you and Miss Diamond. He needs to see you immediatly in his office."
Snape buttoned his shirt, looking like he was on pins and needles, despretly wanting McGonagall to leave so he could smuggle Diamond back to her room.
"Of course, Professor McGonagall, I will be there right away," he said, joining McGonagall at his door.
She looked relieved that Snape was now clothed (except later she felt the odd sensation of somewhat liking the Potion Master's well carved chest and arms) and forced a thin smile. "Of course. Well, now, Severus, I must be on my way to deliver the message to Miss Diamond. Good day."
McGonagall had backed into the hallway when panic rushed through Snape. He stuck his head out the door. "But, Professor, Diamond isn't in her room!" He mentally slapped himself for his stupid wording of the sentence.
She turned to Snape curiosuly. "Why of course Miss Diamond is in her room. She hasn't been seen all day..."
Snape cut her off. "I...I can deliver the message to Diamond!"
"Very well, Severus," the Deputy Headmistress replied, looking oddly at Snape. She finally came out of her trace and nodded her head farewell. Snape watched as she disappeared down the hallway and around a corner.
When she had gone, Snape slammed the door and collapsed against the wall, exhaling a deep breath.
Dia's head appeared from the side of the bed annd she asked, "Is she gone?"
Snape nodded and Dia let out a long sigh. She quickly changed into her gown from last night's Yule Ball and walked over to Snape, who wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her tight.
"That was so close," she said seriously. Then, after making eye contact, both parties burst into hysterical laughter at the thought of almost being caught.
After a few minutes Snape said, "We better go see what Dumbledore wants."
Dia backed away and held up a finger. She took Snape's wand and uttered an incantation, which changed the gown into the regular black robes she wore. Her hair was slicked back into a ponytail. She mockingly bowed and Snape jokingly clapped.
Snape and Dia finally made their way to Dumbledore's office, and when no student or teacher was about, his hand found hers.
When they reached the outside to Dumbeldore's office, Snape stood straight and stiff like he usually did. He knocked on the door. Dia looked up at him, but he stared straight ahead. Before the doors opened and Dumbledore beckoned them to sit, they were both thinking the same thing: perhaps Dumbledore was finally going to make Snape the fulltime Defense Against the Dark Arts Master and Dia the permanant Potions Mistress.
Dia and Snape took a seat in side-by-side chairs. Dumbledore smiled warmly at them from behind his desk. This could have been a perfect oppertunity for Dumbledore to spring the good news on the pair, but one thing was wrong with the scene. It was the man that stood near Dumbeldore's chair, the man that looked to be in his late fourties with the dark blue robe, sandy blonde hair greying at the edges, and the crinkled grin. It was this single man that turned the good news upside down.
Dumbledore spoke to Dia and Snape while motioning to the man beside him. "Severus, Dia, I would like to introduce to you Professor Wichard Prighter, our new Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher."