Severus noticed how she fumbled all day in class. She nearly dropped several ingredients, and had just barely cuaght herself before adding munigo root before stirring, which would have caused dangerous explosions. Of course, he only knew this because he had watched her ever since she had come into the classroom looking nervous and tired. She was quite beautiful, he couldn't help thinking (guiltily, of course). She had long auburn curls that framed a fair-skinned face and wide green eyes the color of the mediteranean. And she was 17, old enough to have developed the body of a godess. But he wouldn't think about that now with a clas full of students. Later, however...
***
I've been biding my time,
Been so subtely kind
I've got to think so selfishly
Cause you're the face inside of me
***
When she approached him after class for what felt like the fiftieth time in the past week, she seemed very nervous, but calmer than she had been lately.
"We argue a lot, you and I." She stated, arms folded over her torso.
"Yes, we do." He said dumbly, unable to conjure something else to say.
"But all I wanted to know in the first place was...What makes you so miserable? Can you bring yourself to tell me? I'll just leave you alone if you just..."
Severus sighed, "If it's that important to you, then fine. I was upset that day because I received a letter from my mother. She is rather...disturbed in her old age. I'm used to it however. No need to worry."
Ginny was shocked at both his casualness about it and his honesty. "Oh." She pretended she hadn't already known what made him so sad, "I'm sorry, professor. I know it must be hard--"
"I don't need pity." He said, sharply. He held her eyes and she stomped her foot, letting out a shreik of frustration.
"It's not pity you bloody IDIOT!" She exploded, shocking him to silence, "It's called CONCERN. It's an emotion we humans feel when someone is hurting!"
He stood, angered once again at her words, "I know what concern is. I just don't think YOU need to be feeling it for ME."
"WHY NOT?"
***
I've been biding my days,
You see, evidently it pays,
I've been a friend,
With Unbiased views,
Then secretly lust after you.
So now you feel lusty
You're bored and bemused.
***
He rounded the desk and glared at her, "Just don't. Do you hear me? Don't. Go back to your little life, graduate, go moon over Potter, and be happy."
"NO." She said firmly, and he lost what little control he had left, his hands grasping her shoulders and pushing her against the stone wall behind her.
"Give it up, Miss Weasley, I won't give in to your childishness."
She glared up at him, the stones of the wall pressing painfully into her back, "I won't, and you can't make me."
And he snapped, somewhere in his head. Severus took one look at her, her flushed cheeks and flaming hair, her eyes blazing. And he leaned over the desk and kissed those pouting lips, tasting sunshine and cherries. His hands let go of her and she reacted by letting her arms encircle his neck. She knew it was wrong, just as much as he knew. But at that point it really hadn't penetrated her brain that it was her professor. It was just *him*. For now.
***
You wanna do someone else,
So you should be by yourself,
Instead of here with me,
Secretly.
***
He tore himself away, backing up with his breath coming in short gasps, "What have you done to me?" He panted, his dark eyes meeting her light ones.
"I could ask you the same thing." She replied, "You confuse me at every turn. Are you trying to drive me mad?"
"It's you who drives me mad." He said, turning away, "You should go."
"Why?"
"Because you don't belong here." Severus said sadly, trying so hard to keep the sadness out of his voice, as if she didn't affect him so much. But he was failing miserably as memories and yearning came crashing down.
"You want me to go?" She asked, stepping away from the wall, "Tell me the truth."
"Go."
***
So now you feel lusty,
You're hot and confused,
So now you've been busted,
You're caught feeling used.
You had to do someone else,
You should've been by yourself,
Instead of here with me,
Secretly
***
***
I've been biding my time,
Been so subtely kind
I've got to think so selfishly
Cause you're the face inside of me
***
When she approached him after class for what felt like the fiftieth time in the past week, she seemed very nervous, but calmer than she had been lately.
"We argue a lot, you and I." She stated, arms folded over her torso.
"Yes, we do." He said dumbly, unable to conjure something else to say.
"But all I wanted to know in the first place was...What makes you so miserable? Can you bring yourself to tell me? I'll just leave you alone if you just..."
Severus sighed, "If it's that important to you, then fine. I was upset that day because I received a letter from my mother. She is rather...disturbed in her old age. I'm used to it however. No need to worry."
Ginny was shocked at both his casualness about it and his honesty. "Oh." She pretended she hadn't already known what made him so sad, "I'm sorry, professor. I know it must be hard--"
"I don't need pity." He said, sharply. He held her eyes and she stomped her foot, letting out a shreik of frustration.
"It's not pity you bloody IDIOT!" She exploded, shocking him to silence, "It's called CONCERN. It's an emotion we humans feel when someone is hurting!"
He stood, angered once again at her words, "I know what concern is. I just don't think YOU need to be feeling it for ME."
"WHY NOT?"
***
I've been biding my days,
You see, evidently it pays,
I've been a friend,
With Unbiased views,
Then secretly lust after you.
So now you feel lusty
You're bored and bemused.
***
He rounded the desk and glared at her, "Just don't. Do you hear me? Don't. Go back to your little life, graduate, go moon over Potter, and be happy."
"NO." She said firmly, and he lost what little control he had left, his hands grasping her shoulders and pushing her against the stone wall behind her.
"Give it up, Miss Weasley, I won't give in to your childishness."
She glared up at him, the stones of the wall pressing painfully into her back, "I won't, and you can't make me."
And he snapped, somewhere in his head. Severus took one look at her, her flushed cheeks and flaming hair, her eyes blazing. And he leaned over the desk and kissed those pouting lips, tasting sunshine and cherries. His hands let go of her and she reacted by letting her arms encircle his neck. She knew it was wrong, just as much as he knew. But at that point it really hadn't penetrated her brain that it was her professor. It was just *him*. For now.
***
You wanna do someone else,
So you should be by yourself,
Instead of here with me,
Secretly.
***
He tore himself away, backing up with his breath coming in short gasps, "What have you done to me?" He panted, his dark eyes meeting her light ones.
"I could ask you the same thing." She replied, "You confuse me at every turn. Are you trying to drive me mad?"
"It's you who drives me mad." He said, turning away, "You should go."
"Why?"
"Because you don't belong here." Severus said sadly, trying so hard to keep the sadness out of his voice, as if she didn't affect him so much. But he was failing miserably as memories and yearning came crashing down.
"You want me to go?" She asked, stepping away from the wall, "Tell me the truth."
"Go."
***
So now you feel lusty,
You're hot and confused,
So now you've been busted,
You're caught feeling used.
You had to do someone else,
You should've been by yourself,
Instead of here with me,
Secretly
***