Three
My consciousness kicked in before I woke up, and I felt before I saw the lovely soft bed upon which I was lying. I snuggled into it, attempting to bury myself as my memory came flying back to me.
I had been in the potions classroom. Brewing Dreamless Sleep. Reading Poe. OH. MY. GOD. Snape had been about to give me a good snogging then and there I had gone and fallen off my stool like some sort of damn clown. I didn't know whether I should open my eyes and see who was around, or simply lie there and pretend to sleep until I could be sure I was alone. Eventually curiosity got the best of me.
I opened one eye tentatively and saw nothing but the white curtains of the hospital wing that had been drawn around my bed. Phew. I opened the other eye, stretched my arms above my head, began to roll over onto my other side, and let a soft purr escape my lips. As soon as I had completed my roll, however, the purr had turned into a scream and I had drawn my feather duvet tight around myself. I was suddenly aware that I had been put into a very gauzy hospital gown and was feeling quite self conscious, because there, sitting in an armchair and wearing a huge smirk of victory, sat Severus Snape. Bastard.
"What are you doing here," I asked with malice in my voice. His smirk widened. He had won. He had upstaged me. I was supremely pissed. I scowled down at my blanket with my arms crossed, waiting for his reply.
"Poppy was sure you were in a coma, but I knew you'd come out of it," was his answer.
"Unfortunately." What exactly did one say in this particular situation. My mind raced with possible conversation starters but none of them seemed fit for this type of occasion. Just what do you say after almost kissing your professor? Thankfully I was interrupted before I was forced to speak. Thankfully?
Snape leaned in close to my ear and whispered, "I thought you'd be able to handle me. Obviously I was wrong." I felt myself shiver and my breath hitched again involuntarily. With that he stood and swept out of the partition, robes billowing perfectly behind him and the smell of sage and cinnamon lingering in the air. Damn it! This was going to make for one very uncomfortable double potions block tomorrow morning.
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I was right. Potions had never been so uncomfortable before in my life. Usually I would have been doodling or writing in my journal, but I realized with a sinking in my stomach as I turned up in the dungeon classroom the next day that I had left it there the evening prior. I quickly glanced over to the workstation only to see that it had been collected by someone - I didn't want to think who - already.
Mercifully, Snape seemed to have forgotten the entire incident. He began class as usual, putting notes on the board and assigning a new chapter in the text for us to outline. The rest of the class was spent outlining said text in silence. I didn't even glance up at him once. Of course, I wondered if he was watching me but I wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of seeing me give him any attention. I finished my chapter fifteen minutes before the end of class and so I shut my book, put down my quill, and laid my head upon my crossed arms. I decided this would be the perfect opportunity to take a quick cat nap and catch upon the sleep I had missed the night before.
I must have fallen into a deeper sleep that I had expected because I awoke to the distinct sensation of a heavy hand upon my shoulder. I started and sat up with a jerk. "I swear I only suggested it. Myrna was the one who actually turned her yellow!" And on that note I woke up fully. I looked around to see who had been molesting my shoulder and felt my stomach sink to my toes - it seemed to live there these days - when I realized that it was Snape, and that the classroom was empty. Bastard.
I scowled at him and began to gather up my things but he stopped me by placing one strong hand on both of mine from behind me. I could feel his chest rising and falling in comfortable breaths, while mine seemed to quicken to a breakneck speed. I did not turn to face him.
The next thing I felt was that all too familiar sensation of breath in my ear and my spine tingling as he drawled silkily, "I think I've finally found a way to disconcert you."
"Nonsense," I answered in my best controlled voice, which came out airy and shaking. Damn him for being so disconcerting. He lifted his free hand and drew my hair back behind my shoulder away from my face before placing one chaste kiss upon my cheek. I froze, save the trembling I had been doing in his presence since last night.
"I long for him, as the dawn longs for the sun, as the desert longs for the rain. Just as the night craves the stars and with the intensity that the sun envies the moon, so do I yearn for him. Page thirty six." I was suddenly aware that I was not breathing.
He stepped back then, and I quickly snapped into action. I finished shoving my things haphazardly into my bookbag and scraped my stool across the floor. As soon as my feet hit the ground I was veritably running from the room, my long hair and the hem of my robe trailing along behind me in my wake.
Just as I reached the door and I thought I had made it to safety, he called out to me. "Miss McMathewes."
I stopped dead in my tracks but did not face him, instead placing one hand on the door frame to steady myself.
"The feeling is mutual." With that I turned and walked slowly out of the dungeons, my breath slowly returning to a normal rate with each inch I put between us.
My consciousness kicked in before I woke up, and I felt before I saw the lovely soft bed upon which I was lying. I snuggled into it, attempting to bury myself as my memory came flying back to me.
I had been in the potions classroom. Brewing Dreamless Sleep. Reading Poe. OH. MY. GOD. Snape had been about to give me a good snogging then and there I had gone and fallen off my stool like some sort of damn clown. I didn't know whether I should open my eyes and see who was around, or simply lie there and pretend to sleep until I could be sure I was alone. Eventually curiosity got the best of me.
I opened one eye tentatively and saw nothing but the white curtains of the hospital wing that had been drawn around my bed. Phew. I opened the other eye, stretched my arms above my head, began to roll over onto my other side, and let a soft purr escape my lips. As soon as I had completed my roll, however, the purr had turned into a scream and I had drawn my feather duvet tight around myself. I was suddenly aware that I had been put into a very gauzy hospital gown and was feeling quite self conscious, because there, sitting in an armchair and wearing a huge smirk of victory, sat Severus Snape. Bastard.
"What are you doing here," I asked with malice in my voice. His smirk widened. He had won. He had upstaged me. I was supremely pissed. I scowled down at my blanket with my arms crossed, waiting for his reply.
"Poppy was sure you were in a coma, but I knew you'd come out of it," was his answer.
"Unfortunately." What exactly did one say in this particular situation. My mind raced with possible conversation starters but none of them seemed fit for this type of occasion. Just what do you say after almost kissing your professor? Thankfully I was interrupted before I was forced to speak. Thankfully?
Snape leaned in close to my ear and whispered, "I thought you'd be able to handle me. Obviously I was wrong." I felt myself shiver and my breath hitched again involuntarily. With that he stood and swept out of the partition, robes billowing perfectly behind him and the smell of sage and cinnamon lingering in the air. Damn it! This was going to make for one very uncomfortable double potions block tomorrow morning.
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I was right. Potions had never been so uncomfortable before in my life. Usually I would have been doodling or writing in my journal, but I realized with a sinking in my stomach as I turned up in the dungeon classroom the next day that I had left it there the evening prior. I quickly glanced over to the workstation only to see that it had been collected by someone - I didn't want to think who - already.
Mercifully, Snape seemed to have forgotten the entire incident. He began class as usual, putting notes on the board and assigning a new chapter in the text for us to outline. The rest of the class was spent outlining said text in silence. I didn't even glance up at him once. Of course, I wondered if he was watching me but I wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of seeing me give him any attention. I finished my chapter fifteen minutes before the end of class and so I shut my book, put down my quill, and laid my head upon my crossed arms. I decided this would be the perfect opportunity to take a quick cat nap and catch upon the sleep I had missed the night before.
I must have fallen into a deeper sleep that I had expected because I awoke to the distinct sensation of a heavy hand upon my shoulder. I started and sat up with a jerk. "I swear I only suggested it. Myrna was the one who actually turned her yellow!" And on that note I woke up fully. I looked around to see who had been molesting my shoulder and felt my stomach sink to my toes - it seemed to live there these days - when I realized that it was Snape, and that the classroom was empty. Bastard.
I scowled at him and began to gather up my things but he stopped me by placing one strong hand on both of mine from behind me. I could feel his chest rising and falling in comfortable breaths, while mine seemed to quicken to a breakneck speed. I did not turn to face him.
The next thing I felt was that all too familiar sensation of breath in my ear and my spine tingling as he drawled silkily, "I think I've finally found a way to disconcert you."
"Nonsense," I answered in my best controlled voice, which came out airy and shaking. Damn him for being so disconcerting. He lifted his free hand and drew my hair back behind my shoulder away from my face before placing one chaste kiss upon my cheek. I froze, save the trembling I had been doing in his presence since last night.
"I long for him, as the dawn longs for the sun, as the desert longs for the rain. Just as the night craves the stars and with the intensity that the sun envies the moon, so do I yearn for him. Page thirty six." I was suddenly aware that I was not breathing.
He stepped back then, and I quickly snapped into action. I finished shoving my things haphazardly into my bookbag and scraped my stool across the floor. As soon as my feet hit the ground I was veritably running from the room, my long hair and the hem of my robe trailing along behind me in my wake.
Just as I reached the door and I thought I had made it to safety, he called out to me. "Miss McMathewes."
I stopped dead in my tracks but did not face him, instead placing one hand on the door frame to steady myself.
"The feeling is mutual." With that I turned and walked slowly out of the dungeons, my breath slowly returning to a normal rate with each inch I put between us.