Title: Forbidden to Feel
Author: Sterlin
Archive: Please do ^_^ Just let me know where so I can check it out, if I haven't already
Rating: PG-13 for language and situations
Spoilers: None as far as I know
Disclaimers: I don't own Severus Snape or Albus Dumbledore, or any other Harry Potter characters or locations. I do however own Cecila - feel free to use her in any fanfictions, just ask my permission first and leave her in character.
Warnings: This story has some adult-ish situations and language. Also, be forewarned - if you review, and flame me without criticizing me (i.e. saying WHY you don't like the story), I will hunt you down and tear your stories to pieces. Just a pleasant warning ^_^
Summary: Severus has another dream in which he remembers a detention Cecila served with him. **FLASHBACK**
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"Now remember - you're not to leave until this floor is clean," Severus commanded, but Cecila didn't respond. His dark eyes watched her as she scrubbed dutifully, intrigued by the undying spirit within her. "Really Miss Thornbade, this must be your fiftieth detention with me," Severus said lazily, leaning back in his chair. The third year student glared up at him, not responding as she scrubbed the floor. "One might think you were fond of me," he raised an eyebrow mockingly, and she couldn't help but snort. Severus narrowed his eyes, but did not take action. "Or perhaps you're fond of losing points for the Gryffindor house," he suggested, and Cecila frowned.
"No, that's your pastime, not mine," she retorted. Severus raised his eyebrows, and she saw the now familiar sparkle of rage appear in them.
"Watch your tongue," he snapped, and Cecila looked towards the ground again. "You refuse to just behave, don't you?" he asked. Cecila didn't respond, but stopped scrubbing for a moment with a sigh. "Although I must admit, you make my classes more - interesting," Severus said with a small gesture. "After all, nobody else can perfect their potions the way you can."
"That's because I'm a - hmm, what did you call me? Oh that's right - a silly, know-it-all brat," Cecila growled sarcastically. Severus stood up and walked over to where she was kneeling, and instantly Cecila mentally kicked herself.
"I believe I just gave you a compliment, Miss Thornbade," Severus hissed.
"Really, I couldn't tell," she muttered. "I guess I'm just used to hearing insults come from your mouth," she continued. "I -" she started, but stopped with a slight shriek as Severus sent the water bucket flying and smashing against the wall with a powerful kick. Trembling, Cecila fell over backwards and backed against the desk.
"Come here," Severus roared, and Cecila stood up slowly. Gathering up her courage, she walked over and stared up at him. "Why must you always talk back to me?" he demanded furiously, his hands shaking with anger.
"Because I'm not afraid of you," Cecila whispered harshly, causing Severus to fall into a stunned silence. "You may frighten my classmates, you may even terrify them, but I refuse to let you control my life," she hissed. Severus stared at her in shock for a few long moments, watching the defiance grow on her face.
"You would have done well in Slytherin," he said at length, and Cecila blinked in confusion. "That was a compliment, if you need it spelled out for you," Severus snapped irritably, but Cecila shook her head. "You may go," he said with a wave of his hand, and Cecila raised an eyebrow. "Go, get out, you're detentions over," Severus continued as the young girl turned and walked back to her brush. Without speaking to him, she pointed her wand and fixed the water bucket. Dipping her brush back into it, she continued scrubbing. "What are you doing?" he cried in frustration, and Cecila looked up at him defiantly.
"The floor's not clean," she responded simply, returning her attention to the cold stone. Severus stared at her in shocked amusement, settling back in his chair.
"It does not need to be," he replied, and Cecila glanced up at him.
"You said - "
"I say many things. Frankly, I want to retire to my chambers, and I cannot do so with you scrubbing frog guts off of the floor."
"So that's what that is," Cecila commented, staring at the stains with newfound interest. Severus bit his lip to retain an amused smirk.
"I will see you in class, Miss Thornbade," he said pointedly, and she tossed the brush into the bucket.
"Right. See you, Professor," she replied, heading towards the door.
"Oh, and Cecila?" he called, and she turned around with raised eyebrows.
"Yes, Severus?" she responded in amusement, but his sudden glare quelled her humor. "Er, sorry - Professor."
"That's better," Severus nodded. "Do not expect me to be any easier on you in class, just because I gave you the rare compliment," he said, and she tilted her head.
"I never expected you to do that. I hope you don't expect me to suddenly act frightened of you, either," she replied.
"Now why would you do that?" Severus asked dryly. Cecila narrowed her eyes at him slightly, before turning and leaving. Severus looked after her in amusement, intrigued once again by her attitude and spirit -
Author: Sterlin
Archive: Please do ^_^ Just let me know where so I can check it out, if I haven't already
Rating: PG-13 for language and situations
Spoilers: None as far as I know
Disclaimers: I don't own Severus Snape or Albus Dumbledore, or any other Harry Potter characters or locations. I do however own Cecila - feel free to use her in any fanfictions, just ask my permission first and leave her in character.
Warnings: This story has some adult-ish situations and language. Also, be forewarned - if you review, and flame me without criticizing me (i.e. saying WHY you don't like the story), I will hunt you down and tear your stories to pieces. Just a pleasant warning ^_^
Summary: Severus has another dream in which he remembers a detention Cecila served with him. **FLASHBACK**
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -
"Now remember - you're not to leave until this floor is clean," Severus commanded, but Cecila didn't respond. His dark eyes watched her as she scrubbed dutifully, intrigued by the undying spirit within her. "Really Miss Thornbade, this must be your fiftieth detention with me," Severus said lazily, leaning back in his chair. The third year student glared up at him, not responding as she scrubbed the floor. "One might think you were fond of me," he raised an eyebrow mockingly, and she couldn't help but snort. Severus narrowed his eyes, but did not take action. "Or perhaps you're fond of losing points for the Gryffindor house," he suggested, and Cecila frowned.
"No, that's your pastime, not mine," she retorted. Severus raised his eyebrows, and she saw the now familiar sparkle of rage appear in them.
"Watch your tongue," he snapped, and Cecila looked towards the ground again. "You refuse to just behave, don't you?" he asked. Cecila didn't respond, but stopped scrubbing for a moment with a sigh. "Although I must admit, you make my classes more - interesting," Severus said with a small gesture. "After all, nobody else can perfect their potions the way you can."
"That's because I'm a - hmm, what did you call me? Oh that's right - a silly, know-it-all brat," Cecila growled sarcastically. Severus stood up and walked over to where she was kneeling, and instantly Cecila mentally kicked herself.
"I believe I just gave you a compliment, Miss Thornbade," Severus hissed.
"Really, I couldn't tell," she muttered. "I guess I'm just used to hearing insults come from your mouth," she continued. "I -" she started, but stopped with a slight shriek as Severus sent the water bucket flying and smashing against the wall with a powerful kick. Trembling, Cecila fell over backwards and backed against the desk.
"Come here," Severus roared, and Cecila stood up slowly. Gathering up her courage, she walked over and stared up at him. "Why must you always talk back to me?" he demanded furiously, his hands shaking with anger.
"Because I'm not afraid of you," Cecila whispered harshly, causing Severus to fall into a stunned silence. "You may frighten my classmates, you may even terrify them, but I refuse to let you control my life," she hissed. Severus stared at her in shock for a few long moments, watching the defiance grow on her face.
"You would have done well in Slytherin," he said at length, and Cecila blinked in confusion. "That was a compliment, if you need it spelled out for you," Severus snapped irritably, but Cecila shook her head. "You may go," he said with a wave of his hand, and Cecila raised an eyebrow. "Go, get out, you're detentions over," Severus continued as the young girl turned and walked back to her brush. Without speaking to him, she pointed her wand and fixed the water bucket. Dipping her brush back into it, she continued scrubbing. "What are you doing?" he cried in frustration, and Cecila looked up at him defiantly.
"The floor's not clean," she responded simply, returning her attention to the cold stone. Severus stared at her in shocked amusement, settling back in his chair.
"It does not need to be," he replied, and Cecila glanced up at him.
"You said - "
"I say many things. Frankly, I want to retire to my chambers, and I cannot do so with you scrubbing frog guts off of the floor."
"So that's what that is," Cecila commented, staring at the stains with newfound interest. Severus bit his lip to retain an amused smirk.
"I will see you in class, Miss Thornbade," he said pointedly, and she tossed the brush into the bucket.
"Right. See you, Professor," she replied, heading towards the door.
"Oh, and Cecila?" he called, and she turned around with raised eyebrows.
"Yes, Severus?" she responded in amusement, but his sudden glare quelled her humor. "Er, sorry - Professor."
"That's better," Severus nodded. "Do not expect me to be any easier on you in class, just because I gave you the rare compliment," he said, and she tilted her head.
"I never expected you to do that. I hope you don't expect me to suddenly act frightened of you, either," she replied.
"Now why would you do that?" Severus asked dryly. Cecila narrowed her eyes at him slightly, before turning and leaving. Severus looked after her in amusement, intrigued once again by her attitude and spirit -