Chapter Seven

"Yes he can."

Ryan spun himself and Andrea around and she saw Snape facing him, wand raised. Relief washed over her, and she stopped fighting against Ryan's hold.

"HIM?" Ryan asked incredulously, removing his hand from her mouth in order to get a better grip on her, "God, you can do better than him, Andrea."

"He makes me happier than you ever did" Andrea hisses, Snape was advancing.

"One more step…" Ryan said, putting a knife to Andrea's neck.

Snape froze. He thought quickly. He couldn't risk jinxing him, it might hit Andrea. He couldn't beat him to a bloody pulp, because that knife looked sharp. He made his decision in a split second.

"Accio knife" the knife flew from Ryan's hand and into Snape's, "Let her go."

Ryan released Andrea and she elbowed him in the nose and then in the groin. He double dove in pain, and she ran to Snape's side. Thin ropes issued from his wand, wrapping them tightly around Ryan and causing him to fall over. Snape levitated him and headed for Dumbledore's office, with Andrea still clutching his arm. He stopped when they reached her room.

"You're in a bathrobe?" He asked.

"He knocked on the door and left arose, I thought it was you so I headed for your room. I'd just taken a shower." She opened her door and changed quickly, then rejoined Snape and the floating Ryan. They resumed their journey to Dumbledore's office, and reached it in minutes.

"What happened?" Dumbledore asked when Snape pushed the door open without knocking. He glanced at Ryan, then at Andrea, who was hand-in-hand with Snape, and comprehension dawned on his face.

"Mr. Ryan Leary?" Dumbledore said, "I believe the Ministry has laws against breaking and entering."

Snape thanked him and led Andrea from the room, "You'll be safe now, and he won't be bothering you."

"I can't believe it! I thought it was you!"

"Don't be silly, I wouldn't have hid" Snape said in what Andrea swore was the closest to a joking tone he had ever been.

"true" Andrea laughed. Snape walked her back to her quarters and stopped. He watched her walk in and turn around to look at him.

"Aren't you coming?" she asked innocently., leaving the door open behind her. He followed her and sat in a chair in the sitting room. She returned moments later in her bathrobe again, "are you that stupid or something?" She said, impatiently pointing at the bedroom door.