Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, but I do own the idea (of this fic).

A/N: This is the dadadadadum…….! Second chappie! Please review. Oh, yeah, sorry, I forgot to mention it but this story is inspired by Glinda Trisst. Thanks to all those who've stuck with me so far. Love ya!

Thanks to: alexisfrid, Princess-Anime, kes, (I love her stories) Sevi Snape (the beans were delish) and my fan fic role model, Glinda Trisst. I'm sorry that I didn't update soon enough, but I had writer's block and the net had PTM. Also, can someone explain to me what a beta reader is?

The Love between a Teacher and His Student

TANYA

Someone laughed as Severus was yanked away from her arms, his calls for her vanishing into the darkness that surrounded her.

"Severus! Where are you?"

"I believe," the mysterious person said, "He has vanished."

"What have you done with him?!!?!?!?!?" she cried, leaping in the direction where she thought the man was, "Who are you anyway?"

The voice came back, this time near her ear. He stroked her hair. Chills slithered up her spine. "The one who killed your father."

SEVERUS

It pained him to watch her. Dumbledore understood his concern, after all, he was Head of House and though Dumbledore strongly objected, he believed it was his fault. She was twisting and turning in the bed, and he wanted to wake her up, but Madame Pomfrey said that would have made things worse. She already had a minor concussion. Her forehead was covered with perspiration, so Severus took his hand and gently wiped Tanya's head and face dry. Not wanting to do too much, he hesitated, then untangled her soft hair.

He was turning around to get a drink, when he felt a hand grip his shoulder. She had already waked up. He was shocked to see that her usually cherubic eyes were brimming with tears.

"Are you all right?" Why was she crying?

She burst into tears, trying to soften her sobs. Snape took her into his arms and hugged her awkwardly, not knowing what to do. "There, there," he whispered, brushing her tears away, trying to comfort her. They stayed in that position and Tanya relaxed into his strong hold and muscular arms. "I'm sorry," she murmured, "It was my……… dream."

"What did you dream about?" He was deeply concerned, tightening his hold around Tanya. How he wished that he could do more!

"I couldn't tell you…"

"I see." He almost let go of her when she turned around and whispered near his ear, her smooth skin brushing against his cheek. "My father and………you. And someone else."

Severus looked uncomfortable. He did after all, have a slight dark streak. What if………? "Did I……do anything?"

She actually laughed. Severus smiled inwardly. "No, Professor, you're a good role model after all."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…" Severus inwardly smacked himself for saying such a thing spontaneously.

"Oh, that's all right." She smiled. "I think I have to go to sleep."

"Oh, yes, I'll just stay here." He let go of her and let Tanya settle into the sea of sheets.

"Are you sure? I'll be all right, you know."

"That's all right, I still feel guilty."

"Don't blame yourself." She placed her hand on his shoulder. "Goodnight professor."

"Goodnight, Miss LaCier."

Long after she had drifted to sleep, Severus caressed a certain spot on his arm. He closed his eyes and tried to relax. His length had hardened especially when Tanya had whispered into his ear. He had closed his eyes, trying not to look down her neckline, though he had wanted to. A vision of Tanya naked flashed through his mind. Disgruntled, he pushed it away, not wanting to get aroused when Tanya was so nearby and so vulnerable.

He chose the bed next to hers and drifted to sleep, his mind filled with thoughts of taking her for his own.

TANYA

After making sure Severus (she would never think of him as a professor in her privacy) had gone to sleep, Tanya sat up in bed, sighing, wishing that she were in his arms again. She had never known how much strength was hidden beneath those black robes. Then she was crying again.

Voldemort had murdered Tanya's father. He had been Auror, at least until Voldemort found him. good man, always there for Tanya and her Muggle mother, with a big smile.

Tanya could still remember the way the Dark Mark had hovered above their house, a glowing green skull that cruelly laughed in a smile. She wiped her tears away. It was no use. Her father wasn't coming back.

******

Tanya was released after two weeks, with a lot of help from Severus. She was so grateful for his help, her love for him had grown even more.

While sitting at the Slytherin's table, during breakfast, she was bumped by a certain boy with Platinum blonde hair. "Malfoy," she growled menacingly, at the same time trying to wipe off the milk he had spilled on her. Tanya's friends frowned. Something was up.

Draco only laughed. "Oh, did I do something? Ah, I didn't notice I stepped on a Mudblood."

Everyone else at the table gasped. Tanya had never talked much about her family. "What are you talking about?"

"Well," Draco began, pretending to clean his fingernails, "Reliable sources have told me, that, your father is a Muggle."

Tanya was about to hex him, but was interrupted by his metallic voice.

"Want proof? This whore, - he made his voice a bit louder so that the other tables could hear – has been seen, looking, and you know what I mean, at a certain Potions teacher, with adoration." Some people started laughing. Tanya gritted her teeth.

"Face it, Tanya, our teachers would ignore filthy Mudbloods like you. Tell me, how easy is your mother? If she's as pretty as you– here he stroked her chin with his finger, which she shoved away –are then, she must be good." He smirked as the whole table, Pansy included, the traitorous creep, burst into laughter.

Humiliated and betrayed, Tanya burst into tears and ran out of the hall. Hadn't she been through enough? She didn't know where she was going. Finding herself outside, she headed towards the lake and threw herself down in the shade of a weeping willow, the leaves draping themselves around her protectively. She gazed into the calm, serene water, wishing she could be as tranquil. Her tears wouldn't stop falling so she let them streak her cheeks.

SEVERUS

Severus was shocked. He had never known that Malfoy could be so cruel. Just like his father. He had almost felt the pain that Tanya felt when she ran out of the Hall, the cruel laughter getting following her. Severus never told anyone except Dumbledore that he was muggle-born. All the memories were flashing back, the teasing, the bullying, the jokes, the laughter, and most of all, the loneliness. It was no wonder that Tanya didn't talk about her family.

In ten seconds he was pulling Malfoy by the ear, amid snickers from the Gryffindor table, to the corridor outside. Making sure they were out of hearing, he roared at Malfoy, "WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!?!?!?!?"

"Oh," Malfoy coolly said, "I see. The teacher has feelings for the student." Was it that easy to tell?

"What are you talking about, that is out of the subject. You have mercilessly tortured a student, just because of her line. I believe that is a Minor Offense in the handbook." Damn, how did this boy keep his cool?

Malfoy was only cool. "I have done that many times. When you were around."

"Are you insulting me?"

"Maybe."

"I think I will have to give you detention."

"WHAT?!?!?" It was Malfoy's turn to change color, his spit showering Severus' face. The only Head of House ever known to give detention to her or his own was Professor McGonagall. "Are you serious?"

"Yes. I am. Report to Mister Hagrid's house tomorrow at nine p.m. sharp."

Malfoy grimaced, perhaps he was remembering what happened on his detention on his first year at Hogwarts. "My fa-"

"I don't give a damn about your fucking father." Severus turned around and strode off to find Tanya.

~~~

He was outside, having looked everywhere possible inside the castle. Soft sobs drew his attention to a willow tree, the leaves waving in the breeze. He drew the long leaves aside, finding Tanya staring into the water, her tears making soft ripples on the surface. She didn't seem to notice him.

He sat down next to her and put his arm comfortingly around her, drawing her shaking body close. "Would you like to talk?"

A/N: Was this too short? I'll make the next one longer, after some revvies! *grins evilly*

I have a challenge: My tenth reviewer gets to give me the name of an object or a spell. I'll try to put it in. (none too weird, please.)