Never Lose Me
Chapter Two: Whispers
A/N: Again,I do not own J.K. Rowling's marvelous story and characters. The only character I own is Rhane(pronounced 'Rain'). BTW, this story opens as a student with a crush that is more than it seems, and the chapters will eventually lead to a 20-something woman with one.^___^ This song is also my own. I wrote it. ^_^ It's a slow song, by the way, and pauses a lot, just like the other one^_^'.very melodramatic and moody.^_^ This one was a combination of other life things and an intention to make another song for this story.^_^
'Do you have to say those things? I know you mean them. I can't hear myself anymore. Can't hear anymore.(3x) Lost in devotion to you. Only you.(3x) Why do we have to talk about it? I don't wanna talk about it. Don't wanna talk.(3x) The words don't make sense. They never say what I mean. So why do we have to talk about it? Don't wanna talk.(3x) I love you. Yes,it's unfortunately true. Unfortunately true.(3x) Don't reprimand me. Or ask that I change my feelings. Do we have to talk about it? Don't wanna talk.(3x) You say 'no no' And I can only cry and reply 'yes yes' I can't live in a world without you. Do we have to talk about it? Do we have to talk? (3x) Won't talk about it.(3x) I..love.you.
As she walked down the halls and the stairways to reach the dungeons, Rhane kept hearing her name. Whispers abounded all around her, and she began to feel dizzy when, upon her entrance into the Potions dungeon, all heads turned to face her and sixteen pairs of eyes (those of her classmates) turned upon her, peering intently and gossiping quietly among themselves. She--was late? She felt a sudden weakness come over her. Either she was late-no, impossible-or they were early. But why?
"I heard she-" one voice whispered. "So did I-and the worst part is, I think she-" Said a female, squeaky voice a bit louder. "I heard that her mother-"Another quiet voice said. "I can't believe she could possibly-"trilled a very disgusted voice.
Then, Severus Snape stepped into the classroom from the connected room. His eyes found the still-standing Rhane, and looked very disapprovingly at her with dark eyes shining coldly. The brunette couldn't bear it anymore. Clutching her books to her, Rhane turned, and fled from the dungeon, blind to where she was and what direction she was taking. She reached a dead end, and slumped against the wall, tears flowing freely without any sound, books still clutched in her arms, which trembled slightly as her body shook with the silent sobs. Slowly, she drifted off to sleep.
Another dream. She was a young beggar-woman turned thief on the streets of a very large bustling city. One day, a noble came to the city. Not paying much attention, she ran through the streets.and crashed into someone who appeared to be attempting to stay off the main roads. Dark hair and eyes, olive-complected, and wearing a simple brown robe, she assumed that he was some religious man or another.and when he asked for her to hide him, she agreed, feeling sympathy for the older man who seemed almost childlike in his naïveté of the ways of city-life. Several days later, she heard that the noble had gone missing and began to suspect the man was the noble. However, she didn't say anything and continued training him in her way of life. Then, while showing him an escape move one day, he leaned over, caught her about the waist, and snogged her. She was too shocked to do anything but respond in the same way. After that, their relationship took a decidedly less professional course, and she forgot completely that he might just be of noble blood.until several months later. She had just realized she was pregnant, and he had been thrilled at the news.then, a convoy of guards showed up. They knew who he was, and were there to return him to his kingdom, whether he liked it or not. He refused, holding her protectively and adamantly swearing never to leave her side. They pulled him away, struggling, and, to his complete horror and anger, slapped her to the side, then pulled a sword. Laughing cruelly, the blonde soldier stabbed her through the stomach. She screamed and reached for her lover. He jerked free of the soldiers and crouched at her side. Then, he pulled his own sword and did something unexpected by the guards..he ran the sword through his own heart, and fell, her hand still entwined in his, while she whispered with her dying breaths.No.no.no.
She awoke to a slap across the cheek, which, upon opening her eyes, she found had originated from none other Draco Malfoy.
"So.now you're running away.tut,tut, again, Miss Jiyn. That'll only make it worse." He sneered and his eyes flared with pleasure at his little sadistic game.
"Where're your cronies today? On holiday? I hope not, you aren't nearly as frightening without them." Rhane stood up and proceeded to walk past Malfoy proudly. He caught her arm rather roughly, though and whispered, his voice slightly desperate and ringing of anger and-oddly-truth.
"I still haven't told your secret, though. The whispers today are about that plant in Transfiguration, not your real secret. I still have the upper hand, Jiyn, and don't forget it."
"How could I, Malfoy, when you keep reminding me?" She retorted, then wrenched away from him, rubbing her arm, where a red handprint stood out against pale skin, and continued on her way.
Rhane didn't hear any laughter, so she guessed her barb had struck home.or perhaps Malfoy was in a confused mood. It didn't matter. She just prayed she didn't run into Professor Snape.
At lunch, she decided to go into the library to avoid all the awful whispers and rumors that were flying, most about her. However, she would come to regret her choice later.
"Miss Jiyn, I believe I need to speak to you."
Rhane jumped, closing the book she held, and twisted around to see none other than Professor Snape. She'd known it was him, by that smooth voice, but had been praying that her ears deceived her.
"Don't move. I'm sure you hear me well enough, and I can hear you.This is about today's...events. As interesting and surely upsetting as having it whispered that you made a plant look like me must be, it doesn't give you reason to leave my class. You have a detention, I trust you'll serve it shortly...Out of curiosity-why did that plant look like me, Miss Jiyn?"
"I.well.it was a mistake. I meant to make a potion bottle, but when I thought of potions-" "I popped up. I see. Make sure it doesn't happen again-whispers, Miss Jiyn, are not good for teachers, either." He turned and walked briskly out, leaving Rhane to wonder exactly what the teachers had been whispering- or accusing- him of..
Professor Snape walked out of the library, feeling slightly better. The girl had a detention now, maybe the other professors wouldn't be so suspicious. It never occurred to him that giving her a detention with him might be even more suspicious, considering that it meant they would be alone together. His mind just wasn't thinking that way. Perhaps it should have been, because the whispers and accusations only got worse once the others found out his punishment.
"Severus.if you really are going beyond the bounds of teacher-student relationships, you know what will happen to you." McGonagall repeated for the third time that hour, a severe, worried look upon her face.
"My dear woman, I know precisely what would happen, which is beside the point, considering that I would never even dream of having any sort of relationship, romantic or otherwise, with any of the brats that attend this school."
"Even if that student were enamored of you?"
"Even if that student was of my own House, no. And certainly not one of your House-regardless of what foolish little emotions they held for me. It would be their misfortune, and none of my own. Now, if you don't mind, I do have work that needs attending to."
Arms crossed, Professor McGonagall left the room, obviously not quite convinced.
Relieved of the burden of interrogation at last, Snape sank into his chair, and rested his head on the table, covering his eyes with his hands.
"Why me? What did I ever do to deserve this?" The professor sighed. And of course, he dare not fall asleep right now.those dreams he'd been having lately were stranger than his real life and he'd begun to wonder if someone wasn't poisoning him or some such thing. Perhaps he was ill. Shaking his head, he decided some research might be in order.
Chapter Two: Whispers
A/N: Again,I do not own J.K. Rowling's marvelous story and characters. The only character I own is Rhane(pronounced 'Rain'). BTW, this story opens as a student with a crush that is more than it seems, and the chapters will eventually lead to a 20-something woman with one.^___^ This song is also my own. I wrote it. ^_^ It's a slow song, by the way, and pauses a lot, just like the other one^_^'.very melodramatic and moody.^_^ This one was a combination of other life things and an intention to make another song for this story.^_^
'Do you have to say those things? I know you mean them. I can't hear myself anymore. Can't hear anymore.(3x) Lost in devotion to you. Only you.(3x) Why do we have to talk about it? I don't wanna talk about it. Don't wanna talk.(3x) The words don't make sense. They never say what I mean. So why do we have to talk about it? Don't wanna talk.(3x) I love you. Yes,it's unfortunately true. Unfortunately true.(3x) Don't reprimand me. Or ask that I change my feelings. Do we have to talk about it? Don't wanna talk.(3x) You say 'no no' And I can only cry and reply 'yes yes' I can't live in a world without you. Do we have to talk about it? Do we have to talk? (3x) Won't talk about it.(3x) I..love.you.
As she walked down the halls and the stairways to reach the dungeons, Rhane kept hearing her name. Whispers abounded all around her, and she began to feel dizzy when, upon her entrance into the Potions dungeon, all heads turned to face her and sixteen pairs of eyes (those of her classmates) turned upon her, peering intently and gossiping quietly among themselves. She--was late? She felt a sudden weakness come over her. Either she was late-no, impossible-or they were early. But why?
"I heard she-" one voice whispered. "So did I-and the worst part is, I think she-" Said a female, squeaky voice a bit louder. "I heard that her mother-"Another quiet voice said. "I can't believe she could possibly-"trilled a very disgusted voice.
Then, Severus Snape stepped into the classroom from the connected room. His eyes found the still-standing Rhane, and looked very disapprovingly at her with dark eyes shining coldly. The brunette couldn't bear it anymore. Clutching her books to her, Rhane turned, and fled from the dungeon, blind to where she was and what direction she was taking. She reached a dead end, and slumped against the wall, tears flowing freely without any sound, books still clutched in her arms, which trembled slightly as her body shook with the silent sobs. Slowly, she drifted off to sleep.
Another dream. She was a young beggar-woman turned thief on the streets of a very large bustling city. One day, a noble came to the city. Not paying much attention, she ran through the streets.and crashed into someone who appeared to be attempting to stay off the main roads. Dark hair and eyes, olive-complected, and wearing a simple brown robe, she assumed that he was some religious man or another.and when he asked for her to hide him, she agreed, feeling sympathy for the older man who seemed almost childlike in his naïveté of the ways of city-life. Several days later, she heard that the noble had gone missing and began to suspect the man was the noble. However, she didn't say anything and continued training him in her way of life. Then, while showing him an escape move one day, he leaned over, caught her about the waist, and snogged her. She was too shocked to do anything but respond in the same way. After that, their relationship took a decidedly less professional course, and she forgot completely that he might just be of noble blood.until several months later. She had just realized she was pregnant, and he had been thrilled at the news.then, a convoy of guards showed up. They knew who he was, and were there to return him to his kingdom, whether he liked it or not. He refused, holding her protectively and adamantly swearing never to leave her side. They pulled him away, struggling, and, to his complete horror and anger, slapped her to the side, then pulled a sword. Laughing cruelly, the blonde soldier stabbed her through the stomach. She screamed and reached for her lover. He jerked free of the soldiers and crouched at her side. Then, he pulled his own sword and did something unexpected by the guards..he ran the sword through his own heart, and fell, her hand still entwined in his, while she whispered with her dying breaths.No.no.no.
She awoke to a slap across the cheek, which, upon opening her eyes, she found had originated from none other Draco Malfoy.
"So.now you're running away.tut,tut, again, Miss Jiyn. That'll only make it worse." He sneered and his eyes flared with pleasure at his little sadistic game.
"Where're your cronies today? On holiday? I hope not, you aren't nearly as frightening without them." Rhane stood up and proceeded to walk past Malfoy proudly. He caught her arm rather roughly, though and whispered, his voice slightly desperate and ringing of anger and-oddly-truth.
"I still haven't told your secret, though. The whispers today are about that plant in Transfiguration, not your real secret. I still have the upper hand, Jiyn, and don't forget it."
"How could I, Malfoy, when you keep reminding me?" She retorted, then wrenched away from him, rubbing her arm, where a red handprint stood out against pale skin, and continued on her way.
Rhane didn't hear any laughter, so she guessed her barb had struck home.or perhaps Malfoy was in a confused mood. It didn't matter. She just prayed she didn't run into Professor Snape.
At lunch, she decided to go into the library to avoid all the awful whispers and rumors that were flying, most about her. However, she would come to regret her choice later.
"Miss Jiyn, I believe I need to speak to you."
Rhane jumped, closing the book she held, and twisted around to see none other than Professor Snape. She'd known it was him, by that smooth voice, but had been praying that her ears deceived her.
"Don't move. I'm sure you hear me well enough, and I can hear you.This is about today's...events. As interesting and surely upsetting as having it whispered that you made a plant look like me must be, it doesn't give you reason to leave my class. You have a detention, I trust you'll serve it shortly...Out of curiosity-why did that plant look like me, Miss Jiyn?"
"I.well.it was a mistake. I meant to make a potion bottle, but when I thought of potions-" "I popped up. I see. Make sure it doesn't happen again-whispers, Miss Jiyn, are not good for teachers, either." He turned and walked briskly out, leaving Rhane to wonder exactly what the teachers had been whispering- or accusing- him of..
Professor Snape walked out of the library, feeling slightly better. The girl had a detention now, maybe the other professors wouldn't be so suspicious. It never occurred to him that giving her a detention with him might be even more suspicious, considering that it meant they would be alone together. His mind just wasn't thinking that way. Perhaps it should have been, because the whispers and accusations only got worse once the others found out his punishment.
"Severus.if you really are going beyond the bounds of teacher-student relationships, you know what will happen to you." McGonagall repeated for the third time that hour, a severe, worried look upon her face.
"My dear woman, I know precisely what would happen, which is beside the point, considering that I would never even dream of having any sort of relationship, romantic or otherwise, with any of the brats that attend this school."
"Even if that student were enamored of you?"
"Even if that student was of my own House, no. And certainly not one of your House-regardless of what foolish little emotions they held for me. It would be their misfortune, and none of my own. Now, if you don't mind, I do have work that needs attending to."
Arms crossed, Professor McGonagall left the room, obviously not quite convinced.
Relieved of the burden of interrogation at last, Snape sank into his chair, and rested his head on the table, covering his eyes with his hands.
"Why me? What did I ever do to deserve this?" The professor sighed. And of course, he dare not fall asleep right now.those dreams he'd been having lately were stranger than his real life and he'd begun to wonder if someone wasn't poisoning him or some such thing. Perhaps he was ill. Shaking his head, he decided some research might be in order.