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Becky ran into the bathroom to wash her mouth vastly severe with soap. Just thinking of that bastard kissing her made her shake with nausea. I really should report him to Dumbledore, she thought, but that would be too messy . . . and the other professors might presume Severus and I are romantically involved. She remembered how uncomfortable he was around her in public, even though he didn't show it physically. But that was precisely what he was concerned about. Sometimes he would get the urge to kiss her, but quickly remembered he was in public. He would tell her how, sometimes, she would look so resplendent, he wasn't sure if he could keep his snake in its cage. And it would be quite embarrassing if a student noticed his reaction to her radiance if he was not able to keep himself under constraint.
When Becky finished scrubbing her mouth and brushing her teeth, multiple times, she walked out into her bedroom and changed into her silk, black nightgown. After this, she threw on her fluffy, white robe and her fuzzy, green slippers. She loved to slide down the corridor with them because the bottom was not rubber. She giggled to herself as she remembered the time Severus saw her skidding down the corridor and laughing hysterically when she fell on her bottom. He hadn't even helped her up. She recollected how angry she was at him when he just walked by, a look on his face that said, "You are the most childish, unladylike, person I have ever met." Becky frowned as she thought of his old demeanor. He didn't have anyone to be with then, though, she thought. But now he's all mine and I love him!, she cried with goofy delight to herself, as a head-over-heels-in-love look cast on her face. She then slipped into a daydream of Severus and her lying on a beach in California. . .
Becky then suddenly woke up from her daydream splendor and started toward Severus' rooms. She couldn't live another minuscule minute without seeing his handsome face.
Meanwhile, Severus was in his rooms depressed over the days events. He sat on his huge bed and mused the same thing over and over again.
"How could I have been so stupid!?" he would yell at the pillow as he punched it with all of his might. "Of course she doesn't really love me," he would murmur to himself, "it was all just a game. I was actually starting to believe that she really did want me!" Severus stood up and leaned his forehead against the post of the bed as he closed his eyes really hard, his brow crinkling up in thought. "What. Is. My. Problem!" he murmured between hits of his head against the post. "Just forget her, Severus," he told himself. "You'll forget her by tomorrow if not in the next hour. . .," Severus then leaned his head back and looked at the patterns on the ceiling, trying to get the picture of her beautiful face from his mind which was usually always there. Even when he was scolding a student, her face did not even attempt to fade away from his head. He looked at the comforter on his bed and pounded his fist against the bed post in frustration as he failed to deteriorate Becky's lovely face out of his brain. He then walked briskly over to his bookshelf and pulled an issue of "Potions Weekly" out of the row of books and magazines. He stared at the cover for a moment and shook it threateningly as though saying to it "You fail to rid her off my mind, I will personally burn you until you are a worthless pile of ashes!"
He walked over to his sofa and sat down in an almost nervous way. He opened up the magazine and started to skim through it ridiculously fast. If there were an observer in the room, they would be able to clearly tell that he was not even thinking about the magazine.
There was suddenly a small thunk behind him. It sounded as though a book had fallen off the shelf. He altered around and saw Becky standing in the middle of the room, a book at her feet. Severus' heart started to pump wildly. . . out of tension and excitement as of her presence.
"Sorry," she said gleefully as she picked up the heavy volume and walked it back over to the bookshelf.
"You did that purposefully?," he asked, an eyebrow quirked up in wonder.
Becky gave him one of her 100 watt smiles and Severus felt his heart rate go up another notch. He wouldn't be surprised if she could actually see his heart beating in his chest. He felt incredibly vulnerable, but covered it up exceedingly well.
Becky nodded at his earlier question as she walked over and sat next to him on the sofa. She gazed at him longingly and he maneuvered slightly. She noticed this and tilted her head in confusion, but didn't take her grey eyes from his deep, black ones. After a long pause, Severus started to feel awkward under her gaze and said in a croaky voice from not talking for awhile, "You're staring."
That's all he could think to say. Becky shook her head without taking her gaze from him," No, no, not really," she murmured as she moved closer. "I'm just lost in your eyes. . . Severus. . . I've fallen for you like a blind roofer."
Severus let out a chuckle that he could not have stopped even if he tried. Becky then suddenly obtained his lips with hers in a sweet, sedating kiss. Severus couldn't help himself. He responded quite urgently and he pried her lips open with his snake-like tongue and started to probe her mouth. She then pulled away slightly.
"I don't think we should get into anything too hot-headed here," she said breathless as Severus started to trail soft kisses down her neck.
Severus suddenly stopped and snarled quite unexpectedly, "You sure clung onto that rat- bastard Kolenkov quickly."
Becky pulled away even farther with her mouth agape, "What do you mean?"
"What I mean is. . .," he endeavored, annoyed with her denial, "you could have least found somewhere more private if you were planning on seducing Kolenkov!"
Becky's mouth formed an 'O' at his last insult. She then gave him a pleading look and said quickly, "Severus, let me explain-"
"There is nothing to explain!" he snarled as he stood up from the couch and walked over to the door. "You clearly don't want me anymore so instead of telling me honestly," he stressed the word 'honestly', "you go and kiss him in your corridor where you thought I would be sooner or later to see you!"
Becky then yelled at him, "No! It wasn't like that!" She stood up and walked over to him. "And if you have any respect for me at all, than you will at least give me a chance to explain to you why!"
Severus then suddenly opened the door and walked out on her. He slammed it shut and she was standing there in confusion and frustration. It would have been funny if not for the situation. A moment later he walked in again and snarled, "This is my room! You're the one that is supposed to leave!"
"I am not leaving until you let me clarify things for you!" she screamed in aggravation.
"No, I will not hear anything from you!" he shouted. "It is your fault you deceived me! I should have known you were an impotent wench!"
Before he knew it, a hard hand slapped him right across the face. He turned his head back and brought his hand up to his lip and brought it down to look at it. Blood. She had actually hit him.
"You vermin-ridden war-mongering pseudo-genius smegging ape!" Becky yelled at the top of her lungs.
Severus raised an eyebrow in confusion. What does that mean, he mused.
"Severus?" she said quietly. "He forced the kiss on me. You must've stopped looking when I pushed him away. For God's sake, Severus! I kicked him in the damn balls!"
Severus looked at her for a minute then said, "I don't believe you."
A tear escaped Becky's eye and it rolled down her soft cheek. "Then I guess if you can't trust me. . . then. . . we'll never be able to be together."
She then turned slowly and walked out the door. When she closed it behind her she burst into tears and ran toward her room.
Severus heard her cries from where he was and he walked over and sat on the couch. His eyes were quite watery and his throat was tight. He didn't know if he could hold back his own sadness.
Becky ran into the bathroom to wash her mouth vastly severe with soap. Just thinking of that bastard kissing her made her shake with nausea. I really should report him to Dumbledore, she thought, but that would be too messy . . . and the other professors might presume Severus and I are romantically involved. She remembered how uncomfortable he was around her in public, even though he didn't show it physically. But that was precisely what he was concerned about. Sometimes he would get the urge to kiss her, but quickly remembered he was in public. He would tell her how, sometimes, she would look so resplendent, he wasn't sure if he could keep his snake in its cage. And it would be quite embarrassing if a student noticed his reaction to her radiance if he was not able to keep himself under constraint.
When Becky finished scrubbing her mouth and brushing her teeth, multiple times, she walked out into her bedroom and changed into her silk, black nightgown. After this, she threw on her fluffy, white robe and her fuzzy, green slippers. She loved to slide down the corridor with them because the bottom was not rubber. She giggled to herself as she remembered the time Severus saw her skidding down the corridor and laughing hysterically when she fell on her bottom. He hadn't even helped her up. She recollected how angry she was at him when he just walked by, a look on his face that said, "You are the most childish, unladylike, person I have ever met." Becky frowned as she thought of his old demeanor. He didn't have anyone to be with then, though, she thought. But now he's all mine and I love him!, she cried with goofy delight to herself, as a head-over-heels-in-love look cast on her face. She then slipped into a daydream of Severus and her lying on a beach in California. . .
Becky then suddenly woke up from her daydream splendor and started toward Severus' rooms. She couldn't live another minuscule minute without seeing his handsome face.
Meanwhile, Severus was in his rooms depressed over the days events. He sat on his huge bed and mused the same thing over and over again.
"How could I have been so stupid!?" he would yell at the pillow as he punched it with all of his might. "Of course she doesn't really love me," he would murmur to himself, "it was all just a game. I was actually starting to believe that she really did want me!" Severus stood up and leaned his forehead against the post of the bed as he closed his eyes really hard, his brow crinkling up in thought. "What. Is. My. Problem!" he murmured between hits of his head against the post. "Just forget her, Severus," he told himself. "You'll forget her by tomorrow if not in the next hour. . .," Severus then leaned his head back and looked at the patterns on the ceiling, trying to get the picture of her beautiful face from his mind which was usually always there. Even when he was scolding a student, her face did not even attempt to fade away from his head. He looked at the comforter on his bed and pounded his fist against the bed post in frustration as he failed to deteriorate Becky's lovely face out of his brain. He then walked briskly over to his bookshelf and pulled an issue of "Potions Weekly" out of the row of books and magazines. He stared at the cover for a moment and shook it threateningly as though saying to it "You fail to rid her off my mind, I will personally burn you until you are a worthless pile of ashes!"
He walked over to his sofa and sat down in an almost nervous way. He opened up the magazine and started to skim through it ridiculously fast. If there were an observer in the room, they would be able to clearly tell that he was not even thinking about the magazine.
There was suddenly a small thunk behind him. It sounded as though a book had fallen off the shelf. He altered around and saw Becky standing in the middle of the room, a book at her feet. Severus' heart started to pump wildly. . . out of tension and excitement as of her presence.
"Sorry," she said gleefully as she picked up the heavy volume and walked it back over to the bookshelf.
"You did that purposefully?," he asked, an eyebrow quirked up in wonder.
Becky gave him one of her 100 watt smiles and Severus felt his heart rate go up another notch. He wouldn't be surprised if she could actually see his heart beating in his chest. He felt incredibly vulnerable, but covered it up exceedingly well.
Becky nodded at his earlier question as she walked over and sat next to him on the sofa. She gazed at him longingly and he maneuvered slightly. She noticed this and tilted her head in confusion, but didn't take her grey eyes from his deep, black ones. After a long pause, Severus started to feel awkward under her gaze and said in a croaky voice from not talking for awhile, "You're staring."
That's all he could think to say. Becky shook her head without taking her gaze from him," No, no, not really," she murmured as she moved closer. "I'm just lost in your eyes. . . Severus. . . I've fallen for you like a blind roofer."
Severus let out a chuckle that he could not have stopped even if he tried. Becky then suddenly obtained his lips with hers in a sweet, sedating kiss. Severus couldn't help himself. He responded quite urgently and he pried her lips open with his snake-like tongue and started to probe her mouth. She then pulled away slightly.
"I don't think we should get into anything too hot-headed here," she said breathless as Severus started to trail soft kisses down her neck.
Severus suddenly stopped and snarled quite unexpectedly, "You sure clung onto that rat- bastard Kolenkov quickly."
Becky pulled away even farther with her mouth agape, "What do you mean?"
"What I mean is. . .," he endeavored, annoyed with her denial, "you could have least found somewhere more private if you were planning on seducing Kolenkov!"
Becky's mouth formed an 'O' at his last insult. She then gave him a pleading look and said quickly, "Severus, let me explain-"
"There is nothing to explain!" he snarled as he stood up from the couch and walked over to the door. "You clearly don't want me anymore so instead of telling me honestly," he stressed the word 'honestly', "you go and kiss him in your corridor where you thought I would be sooner or later to see you!"
Becky then yelled at him, "No! It wasn't like that!" She stood up and walked over to him. "And if you have any respect for me at all, than you will at least give me a chance to explain to you why!"
Severus then suddenly opened the door and walked out on her. He slammed it shut and she was standing there in confusion and frustration. It would have been funny if not for the situation. A moment later he walked in again and snarled, "This is my room! You're the one that is supposed to leave!"
"I am not leaving until you let me clarify things for you!" she screamed in aggravation.
"No, I will not hear anything from you!" he shouted. "It is your fault you deceived me! I should have known you were an impotent wench!"
Before he knew it, a hard hand slapped him right across the face. He turned his head back and brought his hand up to his lip and brought it down to look at it. Blood. She had actually hit him.
"You vermin-ridden war-mongering pseudo-genius smegging ape!" Becky yelled at the top of her lungs.
Severus raised an eyebrow in confusion. What does that mean, he mused.
"Severus?" she said quietly. "He forced the kiss on me. You must've stopped looking when I pushed him away. For God's sake, Severus! I kicked him in the damn balls!"
Severus looked at her for a minute then said, "I don't believe you."
A tear escaped Becky's eye and it rolled down her soft cheek. "Then I guess if you can't trust me. . . then. . . we'll never be able to be together."
She then turned slowly and walked out the door. When she closed it behind her she burst into tears and ran toward her room.
Severus heard her cries from where he was and he walked over and sat on the couch. His eyes were quite watery and his throat was tight. He didn't know if he could hold back his own sadness.