Chapter 19
This is my friend's favorite chapter! Everyone tells me that this is one of the best parts so far. I hope you like it too!!
The moon sneaked in between the curtains and slithered its way down onto Araminta's face. Normally, this wouldn't have awakened her, but she was having growing pains. Her eyes flashed open in the half-darkness and she moaned.
When she turned into her Animagus form, it didn't hurt like this. However, the aging spell caused her legs and arms to grow long and shapely. Her hips flared and her breasts swelled as she watched. Her hair lengthened by itself and wound around her knees.
"Oh, my," she cried out, and her voice came out husky and dark like when you've had a cold and you sound like Kathleen Turner. It frightened her a little.
Araminta stumbled over to her mirror and stared at herself. She looked like a woman now, not a little girl. In fact, she finally looked the age she felt. She'd fit right in with the seventh year students in the morning.
A sharp pain pinched her right on her flat belly, and she felt a strange sensation in her nether regions. Then, she felt something she'd never felt before. "Oh my goodness! I'm going to die!"
Araminta didn't stop to think or to put on her bunny slippers, she just ran right straight out into the corridor as fast as she could. "Help, oh, help." She tried to scream, but all that came out was a forlorn little croak.
A tall, dark figure sauntered around the corner and stopped dead in its tracks. "Nar-Narcissa? Is that you? I thought you were dead." Severus Snape came out of the shadows looking dumbstruck. "You're young again. How can this be?" He raised a hand to Araminta's face and caressed it softly. "Am I dreaming? You feel so real...you smell so good."
Araminta shook her head and covered her mouth with her hands. Snape pulled them away and moved closer. "Don't hide from me, love. If this is but a dream, don't pretend it is a nightmare. It has been years since I saw you last, and you look as beautiful."
In all of Araminta's dreams about her first kiss (not counting Blake, because he was only a boy and not a man), she had never dreamed that it would come from a mysterious older man in the middle of a drafty, dark corridor in the wee hours of the morning. She felt like she was outside of her body, watching it all happen. It was the same but different from her dream last night. Was she a Seer too?
She saw Professor Snape's eyes grow dark and unfathomable, and his lips parted. He whispered something against her mouth and then leaned down to trap her lips between his. From outside her body, Araminta saw herself close her eyes and let him taste her with his supple tongue. He began to plant soft butterfly kisses on her eyelids and jawbone, and then laved his tongue down her neck.
"Stop it!" said Araminta, scared of what she felt. Besides, she still had something else on her mind. "I need to see Madam Pomfrey, please! I'm bleeding!"
Snape gasped and swept her up in his arms and sprinted toward the Hospital Wing with his cape flapping behind him.
(A/N Sorry about the cliffie!)