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on and on and. (promptly crashed into a wall).Well anyway J.K. owns
everything in this story except the story and Professor Chastity Vauns got
it??? Now quit reading this and get to the story it is going to get really
good!!!
Chastity looked bright and new compared to the gray stone walls behind her. Her forest green roves caught the light of the candles and brought out her cold pale skin. Her high cheekbones were sharply contrasted to her blood red hair, which fell in curls from its loose bun. The most distinctive part about her, though, was her sharp yellow eyes with deep beetle black centers.
She was a jewel among the many other black robed professors, mayhap the exclusion of the always bright and cheery Dumbledore and the always festive McGonagal. Her hair was even redder than the infamous hair of the Weaslys. When she smiled her pearly white teeth almost matched the paleness of the moon. She seemed to be utterly happy to be the newest Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. But there was something hidden deep beneath the beauty of her life force, which could even challenge the solitude of professor Snape.
The exact man sat opposite of the bright woman in more than just the literary term. His coal black hair hung loosely at his shoulders around his wiry face, excess of nose, and coal black eyes. He wore nothing other than black and some white trimming even in the most needed of occasions he preferred his black work cloths. They that were often stained by a cloth eating ingredient, or accidental burn. His deep-set eyes stared obviously at the newest teacher with regression, hatred, and venom that poured from his soul.
Dumbledore noticed this and was in his own quiet way scolding Snape for his contempt towards Chastity. Snape sneered more to himself than to anyone else and quickly looked away. He inhaled the metallic smell of anger as it rose off his body.
Once the feast for the beginning of a New Year was over Professor Vauns was led to her rooms by none other than Professor Snape. He sneered at her though his back was turned and he knew what she could not see. She ignored his seething though she could see the acid green shinning around him like a defensive shield.
They finally stopped in front of her door, and stood facing one another. "Don't be angry with me." She said as she traced the line of his jaw where it was the tensest with her inhumanly cold hands, making it relax unwontedly. Her eyes moved widely over his face as she caught her breath. With a murmured apology she stepped into her room and disappeared into the darkness.
At lunch a few weeks later Vauns was walking to the Dining Room with Hermione her favorite student, and her two friends Ron and Harry. They were al disguising the healing propertied of the aurora borealis, when a concentrating Snape crashed into her shoulder. Instinctively he reached out to catch her before she fell. A small scream escaped her when he tugged on her wrist trying to keep her strait. The thing was he hadn't pulled that hard.
All the students around, which did not include the Slytherenths, gave him an angered look as she snatched her hand away. With a murmured apology she quickly entered the Dining hall, and was soon entering a room on the side right side of the teachers with Dumbledore. Snape sat in his seat dejectedly and held his face his hand until he noticed that the door they had gone through had bumped open.
Though try as he might to listen, he could not so he was forced to read their body language. They were in a heated conversation. Chastity had pulled her sleeves up and was showing Dumbledore her forearm. It looked light pink in the darkness of the room, but when Dumbledore lightly touched a spot it went flaming red, turned purple, and then faded away. Snape was shocked he didn't tug her arm hard enough to do anything like that, it looked to him to be some kind of magic gone wrong.
Dumbledore was soon out and beckoning Poppy to come take a look. As Dumbledore passed Snape he pressed a hand onto his shoulders and comfortingly gripped it then strode into the room and closed the door fully after himself. Snape sat there a murmur of sounds flying around his head. This he could ignore but the facts of what he had just seen took away any kind of appetite that he might have had. Soon he found himself in his cold classrooms going over the day's lesson plan. But the thing was every time he tried to think over the needed ingredients the picture of her arm came into view.
A/N Okay I know a little weird, not explanatory, or really much of a plot, but I tell you this little potion of mine is going to get thicker, sexier, and more adventurous. Plus it is going to have those sensual moments us Alan Rickman 'would die to screw him' fans want. I am telling you now I got it bad. He is a really good angle in Dogma too if you ever see the whole movie and the little bit at the end you'll know why I want his hands on my stomach!!! Sorry if I gross you out but I don't care. R&R. Fire, Ice, or Praise. All appreciated!!! Thanx Ami
Chastity looked bright and new compared to the gray stone walls behind her. Her forest green roves caught the light of the candles and brought out her cold pale skin. Her high cheekbones were sharply contrasted to her blood red hair, which fell in curls from its loose bun. The most distinctive part about her, though, was her sharp yellow eyes with deep beetle black centers.
She was a jewel among the many other black robed professors, mayhap the exclusion of the always bright and cheery Dumbledore and the always festive McGonagal. Her hair was even redder than the infamous hair of the Weaslys. When she smiled her pearly white teeth almost matched the paleness of the moon. She seemed to be utterly happy to be the newest Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. But there was something hidden deep beneath the beauty of her life force, which could even challenge the solitude of professor Snape.
The exact man sat opposite of the bright woman in more than just the literary term. His coal black hair hung loosely at his shoulders around his wiry face, excess of nose, and coal black eyes. He wore nothing other than black and some white trimming even in the most needed of occasions he preferred his black work cloths. They that were often stained by a cloth eating ingredient, or accidental burn. His deep-set eyes stared obviously at the newest teacher with regression, hatred, and venom that poured from his soul.
Dumbledore noticed this and was in his own quiet way scolding Snape for his contempt towards Chastity. Snape sneered more to himself than to anyone else and quickly looked away. He inhaled the metallic smell of anger as it rose off his body.
Once the feast for the beginning of a New Year was over Professor Vauns was led to her rooms by none other than Professor Snape. He sneered at her though his back was turned and he knew what she could not see. She ignored his seething though she could see the acid green shinning around him like a defensive shield.
They finally stopped in front of her door, and stood facing one another. "Don't be angry with me." She said as she traced the line of his jaw where it was the tensest with her inhumanly cold hands, making it relax unwontedly. Her eyes moved widely over his face as she caught her breath. With a murmured apology she stepped into her room and disappeared into the darkness.
At lunch a few weeks later Vauns was walking to the Dining Room with Hermione her favorite student, and her two friends Ron and Harry. They were al disguising the healing propertied of the aurora borealis, when a concentrating Snape crashed into her shoulder. Instinctively he reached out to catch her before she fell. A small scream escaped her when he tugged on her wrist trying to keep her strait. The thing was he hadn't pulled that hard.
All the students around, which did not include the Slytherenths, gave him an angered look as she snatched her hand away. With a murmured apology she quickly entered the Dining hall, and was soon entering a room on the side right side of the teachers with Dumbledore. Snape sat in his seat dejectedly and held his face his hand until he noticed that the door they had gone through had bumped open.
Though try as he might to listen, he could not so he was forced to read their body language. They were in a heated conversation. Chastity had pulled her sleeves up and was showing Dumbledore her forearm. It looked light pink in the darkness of the room, but when Dumbledore lightly touched a spot it went flaming red, turned purple, and then faded away. Snape was shocked he didn't tug her arm hard enough to do anything like that, it looked to him to be some kind of magic gone wrong.
Dumbledore was soon out and beckoning Poppy to come take a look. As Dumbledore passed Snape he pressed a hand onto his shoulders and comfortingly gripped it then strode into the room and closed the door fully after himself. Snape sat there a murmur of sounds flying around his head. This he could ignore but the facts of what he had just seen took away any kind of appetite that he might have had. Soon he found himself in his cold classrooms going over the day's lesson plan. But the thing was every time he tried to think over the needed ingredients the picture of her arm came into view.
A/N Okay I know a little weird, not explanatory, or really much of a plot, but I tell you this little potion of mine is going to get thicker, sexier, and more adventurous. Plus it is going to have those sensual moments us Alan Rickman 'would die to screw him' fans want. I am telling you now I got it bad. He is a really good angle in Dogma too if you ever see the whole movie and the little bit at the end you'll know why I want his hands on my stomach!!! Sorry if I gross you out but I don't care. R&R. Fire, Ice, or Praise. All appreciated!!! Thanx Ami