When I knocked on her door there was the sound of muffled swearing and
objects being moved about before the terrifying (yet quite sexy) form of
Professor Sinistra showed herself. I gave a few minutes to wonder what it
was that made Slytherins so good looking and yet creepy as all hell at the
same time before beginning the doomed words I had come to fear, "Professor?
Can I live with you?"
She seemed surprised by this and thought about it before opening the door and letting me in. Her dark brown eyes looking me up and down like a cat surveying a mouse before she grinned evilly and finally stepped back. The room was filled with live bats. I nearly screamed like a little girl, but held myself in check just barely. They where hanging upside down form every surface of her dark purple rooms. Small black rodent like creatures with stretched-skin wings wrapped firmly around their little bodies. One or two of them where stretching their wings, small veins visible through the transparent lengths.
I was expecting this from Snape, not the Astronomy teacher.
Everything in the rooms was a scary black. Skulls where placed around the room at odd places slowly decaying in their yellowed splendour. I had no doubt they where very real and very human. Blood red candles melted over every surface, dripping blood like spots on the floor. My old muggle priest would have died at the sight. I almost expected her to hand me an apple and cackle evilly as I fell into a deep sleep surrounded by Flitwick and 6 of his little buddies while they beat my unconscious form for being a Little Person Bigot.
But the teacher herself was not the stereotypical old hag. Her slinky and short dress was a twinkling black that revealed both full breast and milky thighs. She was the teacher all the other boys dreamt about. I never had. . . but that may be because her equally evil and 'scary in black' male counterpart was constantly taking up all the space in my wet and warm thoughts. A hat on her head seemed to be made from black wires and feathers. She almost looked like a raven. Her hair was waist long and straight as black silk, her skin a deathly pail. Her bare feet showed black toe nails to match the manicured ones on her hands. She was creepy, there was no doubt, but had my tastes gone that way I may have found myself suddenly unable to walk straight.
"Come sit with me, little Gryffindor." Her voice called in a melodic rhythm as she perched herself onto a high stool next to a large table, one long finger indicating the stool opposite. I mad my way over, past piles of guano, and sat across form her. Those deep eyes burning into mine. I couldn't look away.
"You must excuse me, Harry. I haven't taken my potion today. I was unaware I would have guests." Her voice was like a lullaby singing a song I didn't know. What potion? What on earth did she mean? "I'm sorry, Professor. Potion?" At my question her grin widened. She leaned forward on the table far enough for my eyes to have the perfect view of the insides of her dress. The material just tight and loose enough that in the gap between the soft mounts I could see a stretch of straight and flat stomach. If I didn't know any better, I would have said she was trying to seduce me.
Her grin grew large when she noticed my gaze and she reached out for my hand with one slow and languid movement. Her skin was as cold as ice and as strong as marble. The white of her skin shining in the faint candle light. I wondered what that skin would look like in the light of day. . . and then realised all my classes with this woman had started at midnight. Infect, as astronomy teacher all this woman's classes started at midnight. She had to sleep all day, she had the night shift after all.
Her eyes burned into mine as she twisted my hand around to reveal the slight cut from Flitwicks tiny knife. A slight trail of blood embedded in the creases of my skin. She brought my hand closer to full red lips and she whispered out in a seductive voice, "Your hurt, Harry. Do you want me to kiss it better?" hot breath caressing my hand as she spoke.
I was starting to rethink this whole 'gay thing'. Her hands and breasts so finely placed before me, I could see the slight rise in her chest with each long and shallow breath. A slight sheen on her lips making them appear to be raspberry sweets covered in a sugary gloss. The pupils of her eyes where growing, making the contrast of her dark eyes to the moonshine skin more pronounced.
Enticing. Stirrings began below, for the first time in my short life caused my a woman. She brought my hand closer, the cut in the soft skin between the thumb and index finger, and a red velvety tongue crept out to swipe over my cut. I gasped out in surprise watched intently as she brought those full lips closer to cover the wound. Sucking ever so slightly in a sensual kiss with her eyes closed and a soft moan reverberating up her throat. It almost sounded like a purr.
What Ron and the other boys would give to be me then! My heart beat was rising, sweat starting to build on my forehead as my aching groin protested the suddenly tight confines of my pants. A slight scrape of teeth and her eyelids raised. Blood red eyes locked onto mine as she bit in with a slight growl and I screamed out in panic!
She was a fucking vampire! No one had ever told me she was a fucking vampire! Everyone thought it was Snape that was the fucking vampire! Holy Fucking Hell! She was eating me!
I tried to pull my hand back, the spell of her beauty now broken as a searing pain worked it's way down my arm. The painful pulling of blood faster then my heart wanted to pump it, even in my anxious state, rending my arm near numb within moments. I did the only thing I could. . .
"AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!!!!"
With that the silence of the rooms was broken and a hundred bats went flying in every direction. Distracting Sinistra, she let ago and I snatched my arm back running for the door. She cut me off before I could get there though, blood trickling down her chin as she growled out in frustration and bats flew around in panic causing her hair to pull in every direction. I fled backwards instead and found myself in a bedroom. . . with a coffin in the centre and a Potion vile on the table (untouched) clearly labelled in Snapes handwriting, "Drink Every Day".
How I wished in that moment that everyone would just listen to Snape! The man knew what he was doing! Even if no one else did! HE knew what he was doing!
A bang on the door brought me from my trance and I ran to the window. A quick Alohamora, and I was out on the ledge running for the next window and my safety.
Safety in the fast dwindling population of Hogwarts.
She seemed surprised by this and thought about it before opening the door and letting me in. Her dark brown eyes looking me up and down like a cat surveying a mouse before she grinned evilly and finally stepped back. The room was filled with live bats. I nearly screamed like a little girl, but held myself in check just barely. They where hanging upside down form every surface of her dark purple rooms. Small black rodent like creatures with stretched-skin wings wrapped firmly around their little bodies. One or two of them where stretching their wings, small veins visible through the transparent lengths.
I was expecting this from Snape, not the Astronomy teacher.
Everything in the rooms was a scary black. Skulls where placed around the room at odd places slowly decaying in their yellowed splendour. I had no doubt they where very real and very human. Blood red candles melted over every surface, dripping blood like spots on the floor. My old muggle priest would have died at the sight. I almost expected her to hand me an apple and cackle evilly as I fell into a deep sleep surrounded by Flitwick and 6 of his little buddies while they beat my unconscious form for being a Little Person Bigot.
But the teacher herself was not the stereotypical old hag. Her slinky and short dress was a twinkling black that revealed both full breast and milky thighs. She was the teacher all the other boys dreamt about. I never had. . . but that may be because her equally evil and 'scary in black' male counterpart was constantly taking up all the space in my wet and warm thoughts. A hat on her head seemed to be made from black wires and feathers. She almost looked like a raven. Her hair was waist long and straight as black silk, her skin a deathly pail. Her bare feet showed black toe nails to match the manicured ones on her hands. She was creepy, there was no doubt, but had my tastes gone that way I may have found myself suddenly unable to walk straight.
"Come sit with me, little Gryffindor." Her voice called in a melodic rhythm as she perched herself onto a high stool next to a large table, one long finger indicating the stool opposite. I mad my way over, past piles of guano, and sat across form her. Those deep eyes burning into mine. I couldn't look away.
"You must excuse me, Harry. I haven't taken my potion today. I was unaware I would have guests." Her voice was like a lullaby singing a song I didn't know. What potion? What on earth did she mean? "I'm sorry, Professor. Potion?" At my question her grin widened. She leaned forward on the table far enough for my eyes to have the perfect view of the insides of her dress. The material just tight and loose enough that in the gap between the soft mounts I could see a stretch of straight and flat stomach. If I didn't know any better, I would have said she was trying to seduce me.
Her grin grew large when she noticed my gaze and she reached out for my hand with one slow and languid movement. Her skin was as cold as ice and as strong as marble. The white of her skin shining in the faint candle light. I wondered what that skin would look like in the light of day. . . and then realised all my classes with this woman had started at midnight. Infect, as astronomy teacher all this woman's classes started at midnight. She had to sleep all day, she had the night shift after all.
Her eyes burned into mine as she twisted my hand around to reveal the slight cut from Flitwicks tiny knife. A slight trail of blood embedded in the creases of my skin. She brought my hand closer to full red lips and she whispered out in a seductive voice, "Your hurt, Harry. Do you want me to kiss it better?" hot breath caressing my hand as she spoke.
I was starting to rethink this whole 'gay thing'. Her hands and breasts so finely placed before me, I could see the slight rise in her chest with each long and shallow breath. A slight sheen on her lips making them appear to be raspberry sweets covered in a sugary gloss. The pupils of her eyes where growing, making the contrast of her dark eyes to the moonshine skin more pronounced.
Enticing. Stirrings began below, for the first time in my short life caused my a woman. She brought my hand closer, the cut in the soft skin between the thumb and index finger, and a red velvety tongue crept out to swipe over my cut. I gasped out in surprise watched intently as she brought those full lips closer to cover the wound. Sucking ever so slightly in a sensual kiss with her eyes closed and a soft moan reverberating up her throat. It almost sounded like a purr.
What Ron and the other boys would give to be me then! My heart beat was rising, sweat starting to build on my forehead as my aching groin protested the suddenly tight confines of my pants. A slight scrape of teeth and her eyelids raised. Blood red eyes locked onto mine as she bit in with a slight growl and I screamed out in panic!
She was a fucking vampire! No one had ever told me she was a fucking vampire! Everyone thought it was Snape that was the fucking vampire! Holy Fucking Hell! She was eating me!
I tried to pull my hand back, the spell of her beauty now broken as a searing pain worked it's way down my arm. The painful pulling of blood faster then my heart wanted to pump it, even in my anxious state, rending my arm near numb within moments. I did the only thing I could. . .
"AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!!!!"
With that the silence of the rooms was broken and a hundred bats went flying in every direction. Distracting Sinistra, she let ago and I snatched my arm back running for the door. She cut me off before I could get there though, blood trickling down her chin as she growled out in frustration and bats flew around in panic causing her hair to pull in every direction. I fled backwards instead and found myself in a bedroom. . . with a coffin in the centre and a Potion vile on the table (untouched) clearly labelled in Snapes handwriting, "Drink Every Day".
How I wished in that moment that everyone would just listen to Snape! The man knew what he was doing! Even if no one else did! HE knew what he was doing!
A bang on the door brought me from my trance and I ran to the window. A quick Alohamora, and I was out on the ledge running for the next window and my safety.
Safety in the fast dwindling population of Hogwarts.