Sorry it took so long, I got kind of distracted, please review, I love feed back, its what keeps me writing even when I don't really have time.

Any suggestions are welcome too since I don't really have a plan for this fic, I'm just rolling with it.

Arsinoe: Snapes in there just for you.

Part 4

'There is no way the two of you can down those in one shot.' Willows laughing voice was directed at the already tipsy Charlie and Bill Weasley. Both men were home for a few weeks and having met her in Diagon Alley after the Lucius thing had insisted on taking her out on Friday night and showing her the wizarding nightlife.

'Willow darling, that sounds suspiciously like a challenge, come on Bill, let's show her exactly what we are capable of.' On that note he grabbed his triple shot of some unbelievably strong alcoholic drink and swallowed it in a single gulp.

Willow was having a great time, she was sitting in a club, with two unbelievable hot men, one of whom seemed very interested in her and she knew Harry was safe and happy at Ron's house. They had both been present at the 'big explanation' in Diagon Alley and they were happy about her relationship with Harry and fascinated by her wandless magic. She was now firm friends with all the Weasley's and Hermione, (although Percy was a bit disapproving of her actions towards Malfoy). The explanation however had conveniently left out the whole 'I'm the daughter of Voldemort and tried to end the world' bit so that may explain her popularity. Willow had told Harry the story behind her apocalyptic actions and he had taken it surprisingly well, so all round it had been a good few days and it was being nicely topped off with a great night.

Midway through the night they met 'an old school friend' of Bill's, Natasha who definitely had a thing for him. The pair left together about an hour later for an unknown destination, leaving Willow and Charlie to continue dancing and generally having major amounts of fun.

The night ended with the two of them walking back (Apparating was not advisable when drunk) to Willows hotel penthouse and practically collapsing on the bed from exhaustion and falling asleep.

Charlie woke up slowly, at first wondering where he was and then smiling as the previous night came back to him. He looked at the small red head in his arms and sighed. Nothing had happened, he knew that, although how he had come to be shirtless escaped him, they had had such a great night, he sighed again. It had been a while since anyone had made him feel like this woman did, he knew it was stupid, he worked in Romania and she had a job at Hogwarts, it would never work. Oh well, he determined to enjoy it while he could.

She wriggled a bit, snuggling deeper into his embrace, for Charlie, it was pure torture and pleasure rolled up in one neat Willow shaped package. He gave in slightly to his impulses and ran his hand lightly along the length of her arm, she shivered slightly and moved into his touch, he stopped, berating himself for taking advantage of her in her sleep.

He knew he should get up, but he couldn't bring himself to move away from her, she moved again, rolling so that her head now rested on his chest and her silky hair tickled him mercilessly as it moved in time with his breathing. As distracting as her hair was though it was her hand which finally convinced him it was time to move or lose all control, her previous movement had meant that her hand now rested on his upper thigh and he was painfully aware of its innocent warmth.

He moved slowly, trying to ease out from under her without waking her, he made it to the edge of the bed before her eyelids fluttered open and she gazed at him from sleepy green eyes.

She sensed the minute he woke up, she herself had been awake for several minutes simply lying comfortably in his embrace, thinking over the previous nights events. She kept her eyes closed pretending to sleep, her naughty thoughts leading her to conclude that she might as well have some fun since they were in this rather interesting position.

He was lying behind her with his arms wrapped around her so she squirmed experimentally moving herself closer against him. She cheered silently to herself as her responded by stroking her arms softly, she moved closer still in the hopes of encouraging him, but he stopped. She could practically feel his guilt at his actions. 'Oh well, lets see just how much control he has.' She spoke to herself silently while rolling so they were both now lying on their backs with her head on her chest and for the finishing piece she fluidly moved her hand to sit lightly at the top of his leg, all the while feigning sleep.

'A gentleman to the end,' she thought, entirely unsurprised as she felt him move away from her, 'playtime's over, time to wake up I suppose.'

She opened her eyes to look at him making a good show of stretching and generally looking as though she had just woken.

'Morning,' she said quietly, smiling a little in appreciation of his well toned body, shown of admirably by his currently topless state.

'Hey Will, I was just about to make breakfast, you want some?'

It was now Saturday afternoon and Willow was sitting with Harry, Ron, Hermione and Charlie having lunch in the small muggle café where she had been asked to meet the representative from Hogwarts.

'Shit!' the exclamation abruptly halted all conversation as everyone turned to face Ron, 'Snape alert.'

Willow followed Ron's pointed glare and saw a broody looking guy walking purposefully in their direction. She had of course heard all about the head of Slytherin House and his tempers and biases but she was reserving judgement as she hoped he would when he met her. It wasn't as if she was completely good and pure herself, in fact she looked forward to having someone with a little dark about them, to talk to and maybe have some fun with. It had been way too long since she did anything even slightly evil (if that mornings escapades weren't included). She was definitely swinging too close to the white for her sanity's comfort, she really needed the balance of grey, and maybe just a little black in her life again.

She watched the man approach, he definitely had a predatory quality to him and his completely black ensemble complemented the aura of darkness that followed him. All in all, he was your typical guy who had tasted the dark-side and found it suited him.

She had a quick look at his magical aura finding the same darkness but noting that it didn't encompass his entire being, this man was not even close to evil, he just had enough in him to be fun.

While she checked out his aura she noticed that he had a glamour wrapped around him so tightly it was almost part of him, absently she wondered what was under it but was brought back to the present by the fact that he was now standing directly in front of her.

'Miss Rosenburg I presume. I'm Severus Snape, Professor of Potions at Hogwarts.' He extended his hand deliberately ignoring the other occupants of the table.

She took his hand gently, she had decided it was perhaps better for her to project a more innocent aura at this school and she might as well start now.

'Professor Snape, it's nice to meet you, you know everyone here I suppose?' she held in a smirk as his cool gaze took in her companions.

'Indeed, good afternoon Mr Weasley,' he nodded icily in Charlie's direction, continuing to ignore the others. 'Shall we make our way to Diagon Alley, I have rather a long list of items you will need during your stay at Hogwarts?' He punctuated his sentence with a sneer, making it perfectly clear he did not expect her to last long in her new position.

'Sounds great, Charlie I don't suppose you could keep those three out of trouble for a while and I'll meet you all back at your house.' She flashed Charlie a dazzling smile and looked pointedly towards the three teenagers who were attempting to look innocent and failing miserably.

'Sure it's no problem, I'll see you back at the Burrow later.' Charlie returned the grin with a hint of adoration in his gaze.

'Thanks, see you later' she smiled again at Charlie and turned towards Snape with an equally bright expression, 'lead on, I didn't get to do much shopping last time I was in Diagon Alley, this is going to be so much fun.' It really was going to be fun she thought to herself, his reaction to her last statement was priceless, his face took on this look of misery and resignation. He was so easy to wind up.

'What do you mean you don't have a wand?'

'Look, is it really so hard for all you people to understand, let me break it down for you. You and all your robed wizardy fellows point little sticks and shout to do magic, I don't do that, I don't have a twig, I do magic without one, got it?' The innocent twit act had got boring within the first hour, this man was really beginning to annoy her, so, the bitch was back.

'Ok Miss Rosenburg, I think I've grasped the concept, now I think our next move should be to go to Ollivanders and buy you a twig so you can point and shout too.' He was smirking again, he's enjoying this she thought and realised at that moment that she was too. It had really been a long time since she had had a good verbal spar with some one.

'Do you think Mr Ollivander does removals too, because you might like to ask him to help with the twig up your ass, I'm fairly sure its unusual to keep your wand up there, as handy and erotic as it may be.' Snape broke into a coughing fit which she was fairly sure was covering up a severe dose of laughter.

They drew curious gazes from many people in the crowd and she figured they must look kind of strange as she walked unconcernedly down the street with Professor Snape almost doubled over choking beside her. She didn't think about it too much however as she was preoccupied with running the pro's and con's of getting a wand through her head. She finally decided to go ahead and get one, after all she didn't necessarily have to use it and it would be good for her to fit in a little more if she wanted to be able to do what she wanted without arousing suspicion.

They reached the wand shop just as Snape was straightening himself up after recovering from his 'coughing fit'. 'Well here we are Miss Rosenburg, shall we go in?'

She was well aware that he was avoiding responding to her previous remark but she let it go instead saying as she entered the dusty shop, 'Professor Snape would you please stop calling me Miss Rosenburg, my name is Willow and if we are going to be working together I would prefer if you used it.'

'Very well Willow, if you insist.' He came to a halt just inside the entrance once again looking composed and detached.

Willow watched as a little man scurried over to them, 'Ah Professor Snape, how is your wand, quite unusual if I remember, it took me almost four hours to find the right one for him you know.' She figured he was talking to her and so she replied,' Goddess I hope it doesn't take that long to find mine, I've got a lot more shopping to do today.'

'If that's the case, I'll get straight to business.'

She watched in fascination as tape measures began to fly round her apparently measuring her, but she couldn't make out any kind of system to it. When that was finished Ollivander hurried off and soon returned with four wands in their boxes, he instructed her to 'give them a wave' which she obligingly did, staring in amazement at the destructive results.

'No, no those won't do at all,' Willow opened her mouth to apologise but he waved her off, 'no need to apologise my dear, happens all the time.'

The ritual of waving and destroying continued for a while but half way through the second hour Willow stopped the little man in his tracks.

'Mr Ollivander this is going nowhere, would you mind if I tried something?'

'Not at all, carry on.' Ollivander obligingly stood still and watched while she closed her eyes in concentration. Carefully she sent tiny pulses of her magic to every wand in the shop being extremely gently since she didn't want to damage any of them.

She felt it the minute she connected with the right one, she opened her eyes and watched as a black box came floating towards her from the far corner of the shop.

It stopped just in front of her and she took the wand letting the box fall to the floor, immediately both she and the wand began to glow brightly and she handed the wand to Ollivander with a satisfied look on her face.

'Hmm,' was the only response she got from the little man. She waited a few seconds for him to continue but quickly lost patience asking, ' what exactly does Hmm mean?'

'This is a very unusual wand my dear, it is not made out of wood as most wands are, it is made from a dragons tooth and unlike any wand I have ever seen it does not have a core at all. It is hollow. It was made by a shaman, I was not convinced it was magical at all but he insisted that its rightful owner would show up at some point, he also asked me to tell that person that to truly use this wand you must put yourself into it. Not that I understand that but he also added that this would not take away from your personal power. Any way good luck with it, I hope it turns out well.'

They paid for the wand and left the shop in silence, opening the door to find it was now night, she wasn't particularly sure what the significance of her wand was but Snape appeared to be pondering it so she left him alone for a while.

Eventually however she got sick of that and decided to distract him, 'I need to get some dark magic items for my class, I want to do some lessons on them, can you give me a hand finding an appropriate shop?'

He nodded absently and led her into a small side street that declared itself to be Knockturn Alley. 'Be careful while we are here, most of the people and things down here are decidedly dark and nasty. There are various demons and dark wizards down here and, oh shit…' she looked towards him and found that he had gone pale, well paler than usual anyway.

'What is it?' she asked, fascinated by whatever it was that got this reaction form him.

'I think I just saw one of the most notorious vampires ever known, we should really go, yeah that's him, let's go.' He turned to go, not realising that Willow was still looking to see who he was talking about. He turned around just in time to see her run off towards the very thing he was trying to escape.

'Spike!' she shouted running up to him and hugging him tightly. She felt him tense and then relax as he saw who it was.

'Hey Red, nice to see you but do you want to let go, you're ruining my image here luv.' Even as he said it he hugged her closer genuinely pleased to see her.

Snape just stared at the scene before him open mouthed.