The Fight

The next day went by quickly; Snape stopped at the Dark Arts classroom trying to see if Hunter was teaching again. All he could see was Lucius' bright blonde hair reflecting in the light. He left before anyone could find out that he had been there; he decided to go to the Library to see if Hunter was there. Trying not to make the doors creak; Snape silently walked through the quiet Library; he successfully entered the room without drawing any attention to himself. He glided up and down the isles of books until he sighted a familiar blue blob in the back of the restricted section. He tip-toed carefully and cautiously over to Hunter; she was asleep on the Library desk with piles of books surrounding her; he smiled when he saw her face. "And what's this talk of having trouble sleeping?" he said to himself.
Snape's eyes wandered to the edge of the table and he saw her red bottle, "I take that back..." He also noticed her hand on a book that was titled "Moste Potente Potions"; Snape's favorite book. He slowly tugged it away from her and placed it on top of the other book piles; Hunter groaned and started to stir; he froze with the book in his hand.
"I know it's you-Severus-" Hunter mumbled again as she pushed her blue hair away from her eyes. She reached across the table for the red bottle; she shook it to see how much she had left in there; and then stuffed it in her robe pocket. "W-hat-" she yawned, "-tim-e is-it?" she was still groggy from her nap.
"Nine," he jumped back when Hunter fell out her chair in a hurry. He watched her throw books into her bag; that was still slung over her shoulder; she searched for her pen and quill. "What's the rush?" he asked her curiously.
"I took too much! I'm late for my class-" Hunter nearly tripped over her chair as she ran for the Library doors.
"But Lucius is already there," Snape jogged after her.
Hunter continued to run to the doors, "I'm teaching Care of Magical Creatures today!" she kicked the doors wide open. "Hagrid will kill me!" she panted.
Snape stopped at the doorway, "Is there anything you can't do?!" he called after her sarcastically.
Hunter ran back over to him, "Yeah-thanking people-properly," she kissed him on the cheek. "I'm late!" she ran back down the hallway; nearly slipping when she turned for the corner; leaving Snape by himself.
He stood there; he pressed his cold hand against his cheek; "SHE KISSED ME!!" he leaped in the air. "Yes! Yes-yes-yes!" He coughed and regained his calmness; his bright smile wouldn't leave his lips; and he returned to his office without saying another word.
Snape spent the rest of the day trying to get some work done but he couldn't set his mind on it; he was off somewhere else; he threw his emerald green quill down on his parchment. "This is futile," he sighed. He leaned back and closed his eyes; picturing Hunter in his mind once more; he opened them when he heard yells from down the corridor. He hastily followed the calls and blasts of wands until he was at the front of the Charms classroom.
"DRACO MALFOY!! HARRY POTTER!!" yelled Hunter from the other end of the corridor. She grabbed and twisted Harry's hand and pulled it up by his throat; Malfoy saw his chance and used a spell against his enemy. He didn't aim properly and the spell had missed Harry but it knocked Hunter to the ground. Snape tore Malfoy's wand from his hands and broke it in half.
Harry was kneeling next to Hunter, "Are you alright Professor Hunter?" he wearily watched her stand up.
Snape snatched Harry and threw him back with Malfoy, "YOU-TWO-IN-MY-OFFICE- NOW!!" he boomed loudly to them. He turned back to Hunter, "Avalon?" he saw her rubbing her eyes constantly, "Do you need some help?"
"I can't see..." she staggered back a few feet.
He turned back to Harry and Malfoy, "MY OFFICE! GO!!" he pointed down the hall. He ran to Hunter's side once they were out of sight and he led her to his classroom, "I'll give you an antidote for your eyes..." Snape's eyes scanned his cupboard as he searched for ginger and clover roots, "Here..." he gave her the smashed and crushed roots in a small cup of ginger ale.
"That will clear your eyes right up," he watched her chug it down uneasily. He grabbed Hunter his chair and made her sit down, "I'll be right back..." Hunter didn't say anything; her eyes were streaming with tears; she kept swallowing down the roots and the ale. She was in pain and Snape couldn't stand for it. She rocked back and forth in Snape's chair to ease the burning pain in her eyes; he saw her shake in pain.
He looked back to the front door knowing that he could expel Harry for good and get revenge on Lucius by expelling his son also. Snape glanced back over his shoulder when he was turning his classroom's doorknob; Hunter was gripping her cup so tightly that her hands were shaking. He closed the door on her and went to his office; where Malfoy was whining about his broken wand and Harry was grinning at him.
"Sit!" he hissed to the two boys when he entered his office, "I'll be dealing with you two later..." Snape's icy cold eyes froze the both of them. "Now out of my office!!" he snapped bitterly to them.
Malfoy began whining again, "What about my wand?" he held his broken wand in front of Snape.
"I'm sure your father's money pocket is deeper and higher than the both of your I.Q.s put together... So...otherwise-I could give a rat's ass!" Snape growled to his favorite student. "LEAVE!" he pointed to the door, "Before I force you out by other means!" he threatened them sourly.
Harry ran for the door along with Malfoy and they pushed each other through the doorway and bolted down the corridor and back upstairs for sanctuary from Snape's fury. "So-that's Snape in a good mood then..." Harry snorted to Malfoy once they were both safe.
"Tell me about it," Malfoy rolled his eyes at the whole thing.
Snape ran back to his classroom, "Avalon?" he stopped at the doorway. He glanced around the room; he was all alone; he thought of where she could have gone off to. He couldn't think of anything so he trudged down the dark, lonely, hallway to the Slytherin's house statue. "Fire whiskey," Snape sighed to the giant snake statue. It slowly moved out of his way and he walked down the green lime steps to the common room.
The Slytherin common room hadn't changed since Snape was eight years old. The walls shinned of silver and grey and everything in the room was pitch black or dark green. The fireplace; which was always too cold to light or to warm up the common room; was charcoaled and burnt around the edges which was located in the right hand side of the common room.
He shuffled over to the black leather couch and was ready to collapse on it when he saw a hand next to his leg. Snape smiled when he saw Hunter on the couch passed out with a wet cloth over her eyes. He walked over to the fireplace and grabbed a blanket that was on top of it; he draped it over Hunter to keep her warm in the already freezing common room. Brushing her hair from her face; Snape turned to leave and go get some work done.
"Don't go," Hunter grabbed his hand so he wouldn't leave her alone. She pulled the wet cloth off of her eyes, "Please don't..." her black eyes were now a light shade of grey.
Snape cracked a smile, "Get some sleep," he slipped his hand away from hers and he silently disappeared into the shadows. He felt his heart break in two because he knew Hunter was watching him leave her.