Birthday fic for esclavo_de_tu_piel.

Are You Happy Now?

She fell to her knees, her body wracked with sobs. She couldn't do it, she couldn't. But he kept pushing her. She looked up at him, through the strands of her red hair.

"Are you quite finished? This outburst is getting you nowhere."

"I can't do what you ask."

"But you must, Ms. Rosenburg. You were able to do it last year. . .I am quite certain you can do it again."

"Why?" She stared up at the man who'd been the thorn in her side for the last five weeks, driving her, needling her to accomplish something she never wanted to do again. It hadn't worked well the last time. No, it had ended horribly. Nothing would make her do that again.

"Because you are being rehabilitated Ms. Rosenberg. And your magic, though cleverly done, is lacking." He said snidely, taking her hand.

"Hello, tried to end the world. Think I've had enough power?" She said, letting him help her.

"Certainly, you are capable of much more."

"Goddess knows you're not capable of a pulse. Big stinky jerk man." She muttered, starting to walk away. But her wrist was snatched as she was jerked back. She gazed up at his hard face, his eyes blazing at her.

"Would you prefer me to be even harder on you?"

"That's not what I - What do you want me to do? The impossible? I can't bring him back. You only want him back so you can yell at him and pick on him some more. Yeah, they told me about that, Mister. Besides, I - I don't have that kind of power. And Hey! Who said you could be Mr. Grabby hands?" She fumed, trying to wrench her hand from his. All the while, naughty thoughts of his hands on her raced through her head. No! Bad, bad Willow. No bad thoughts of his hands going places and doing things. She groaned as she yanked harder.

"I asked you to do a very simple spell, Ms. Rosenberg. Now do it!" He hissed, releasing her hand.

"Fine!" She focused on the pencil and watched as it rose from the table. But she ended up wincing as it imbedded itself into the wall. She spun to face Severus Snape. "You happy now?" She shouted, racing out of the room.

He studied the pencil and a very rare smile lit his lips. Snape watched the girl as she stalked down the hallway.

"Yes." He spun out of the room to follow her.

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