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A/N: He does have a point, I swear! So...enjoy
Until Death and After
Chapter Eight: Opposites Attract
He pulled away from me and dropped me, hard, on the floor. "Should I even ask?" he said. "Do you think you're still asleep?"
I watched him stand up, away from me. I slid myself across the ground beside my bed. "Are you ready to hear this?" I asked.
"I'm sick of most of your stories, Mr. Potter," he said.
"You go from Harry, to Mr. Potter. What's it going to be?" I asked.
Mood swings, calm down Harry, just tell him. I watched his eyes stare at me, rather stunned. "It's Harry," his eyes looked into me. "I'm sorry. I'm ready to hear whatever you have to say."
I smiled lightly and moved onto my bed. "I've been having this really..." I searched for the perfect word, "Fucked up dreams. Slitting my wrists, carving 'fuck' into my knee, mauling random guys, sleeping with guys. It's been rather horrible. I didn't seem myself."
"Which explains the screaming," he sat down beside me on the bed.
I looked at him and smiled lightly. "The thing was, was that I wasn't myself. I was Victoria... your Vic..." I said, and waited for his response.
He leaned in close to me, his lips almost touching my ear. "If this is a joke... Harry, then it is NOT funny," he said sternly.
I shoved him off of me. "I'm not joking. I don't know what's going on, but today," I could feel myself start to breakdown. How could I tell this man this? She hurt him before; does he even want to hear about her? "She came to me in my dream. She told me she was... part of me."
He watched me carefully as I waited for a reaction. I felt tears start to form in my eyes; I could tell he was not happy with me. "Harry, I should have never told you about her. Just forget about it," he stood up from the bed.
I watched him head towards the door. "Wait!" I stood up. "She... she said that you should have read the note."
I'm just irritating him. Leave him alone. He grabbed my arm and threw me away from him. I tripped over a nightstand and hit my head against the wall. His hand went into his pocket as he threw an envelope at me. "You read it then," he continued to stroll from the room. "Now try to get some sleep."
He didn't look at me when he left. I felt the tears fall onto my face. I should have just left him alone. I looked at the envelope on my lap. I stood up and picked up the envelope. I wiped my face on my sleeve. Vic's voice went through my head. "Talk to him," it echoed.
"Leave me alone!" I screamed into the lonely darkness.
She didn't respond. Why had I never heard her until now? I walked out of my room and looked around. Severus was sitting at the table, reading a novel. There was a single candle lit in the middle of the table. I sat down across from him and watched him read. He looked at up at me for a moment and sighed. He looked back down for a moment to finish what he was reading. "Can't sleep?" he asked and placed a bookmark in his book.
I smiled at his unimpressed face. "Don't want to," I said. A slight eye roll was his response. "Can you read with just one candle?" I asked.
"Could you sleep if I had on more than one?"
I shrugged. "Probably not..."
"Do you pester your friends like this in the middle of the night as well?" he asked.
I shook my head. "Not usually, but they usually sleep."
A smile tried to appear on his face. "Well, I don't want to sleep either."
I put the envelope on the table and pushed it to him. "It's none of my business," I said. "I shouldn't have pried."
His eyes looked at the wrinkled letter as I stood up from the table. "Do you know why I keep it with me?" he asked.
I turned to face him. "Not really," my eyes lowered, even though he wasn't even looking at me.
He ran his longer fingers across the envelope. "To me, these are the last words she's ever going to say to me... I just don't want to let her go," his eyes raised to stare at me. They were filled with a pain I couldn't understand. "I'm sorry... for pushing you..."
I walked over to him. I wanted to hug him and take all of his pain away. "It's fine," I said.
He ran his hand across my arm. "Professor Dumbledore said you didn't have to go to classes today," he felt the material. "Are you still wearing your uniform?"
I shrugged. "I was too tired to change," I said.
His hand reached mine; he held onto it for a moment. "There's a washroom attached to your room, in case you're looking for it," he said.
I nodded. His hand left mine alone and cold. "I'll try to go back to bed," I said.
His head raised and lowered into a nod and he went back to reading. I walked back into my room and pulled the door too. My clothes dropped to the ground, leaving me in my undergarments. I crawled back into the silky sheets and started to sleep.
I turned over and felt Severus' strong arms reach around me. His soft lips pressed against the back of my neck. Was I just dreaming again? He felt so real... I turned back around to face him. He looked a lot younger. His hair was longer and his face was less wrinkled. His nose still sat in the centre, but was just large, not crooked. It was just a dream. I sighed lightly. "What's wrong?" he asked, with concern in his eyes. "Was everything not up to your high standards?"
I laughed lightly. Did I have control over myself? I wrapped my arms tightly around him and kissed his bare chest. "I love you," I said. "More than anything."
He tensed up, but kept his arms around my bare back. He smiled and kissed me, but he never gave a response. This frustrated me, I didn't know why though. The door was kicked open. A boy walked in. "Hey Sam," Severus said to him.
I quickly noted that he was his roommate, his first friend. Sam looked at me, and I quickly covered myself. I was Victoria. "What's she doing here?" he said as casual as he could. He didn't seem impressed that I was there.
Severus slid his arm around me. "We were just having a little fun. If I knew you didn't want her to be here, I would have cancelled," I said.
Sam shrugged. He had short, blonde hair and pale white eyes. He looked the opposite of Severus. "If you had cancelled then she'd be fucking someone else in the building anyway," he said.
"Excuse me?" Severus asked, letting go of me.
He stood up, ready to defend her. "You know she sleeps around, right? Obviously she's not loyal," Sam said.
"I know," his eyes looked at me, cowering under the sheets.
"Then why do you stay with her?" Sam asked.
Severus looked down, not saying anything. "Can you just say it once?" I asked.
He turned to me. He quickly took Sam's side. "I can't love someone who acts as if she's some kind of whore," he said.
I no longer cared if my feminine figure wasn't covered, so I stood up and used all of my force to punch him in the face. Several drops of blood dropped from his nose as I grabbed my clothes and stormed out of the room.
I sat up straight in my bed, awake. I looked down at my fist, there was nothing. I smiled lightly. It was just another damned memory. How am I going to explain everything to Severus without him getting upset? Do I even have to tell him? I stretched and got out of bed. I wouldn't tell him, I'd tell him that I overreacted and it was just a nightmare, and then apologize for saying what I did.
I walked from the room too see a man standing with Severus. I watched him for a moment, trying to figure out what he was doing in Severus' room. He leaned in and kissed him lightly on the cheek. I slipped back into my room and shut the door. Of course, Severus said he wasn't single. It was obvious. I quickly remembered what he looked like, the long blonde hair and light coloured eyes. It was his roommate, Sam. My bedroom door opened as Severus poked his head in. "Harry?" he asked.
"I didn't mean to interrupt!" I said.
"You didn't," he laughed. "You're welcome to come in. He wants to meet you."
I nodded and walked in behind Severus. "So this is the famous Harry Potter," the man said.
"I'm told so," I smiled at the man.
He shook my hand. "So what're you doing hanging around with an old guy like Severus?" he asked.
"I've been having night terrors, so I've been put here. It's just because I've been waking up my peers during the night, and we figured that down here I wouldn't bother anyone," I said.
"Ah," Sam smiled. "At least Severus knows how to take care of guy," he nudged Severus playfully.
Severus smiled at his male companion and looked to me. "If you're going to go to school you might want to get ready," Severus said.
I nodded. "I will," I said. "It was nice meeting you Sam."
I started to walk to my room, but he grabbed my shoulder. "I never said my name was Sam," he looked at Severus.
"Sorry... I just thought... I guess I was wrong," I said.
"No," he said. "I am Sam. Has Severus said something?" I watched Severus shake his head causing Sam to look back at me. He touched the chain around my neck. "Isn't this Victoria's?" he turned to Severus, "Is there something I should know about?"
Severus looked down, slightly embarrassed. "I gave it to him. He was sick and-"
"You gave it to him? You wouldn't take the damn thing off! What makes him so special?" he asked.
I watched Severus glare at him. "You didn't let me finish! He was sick, and you know it's supposed to grant protection. He needed it more than I did at the time," he said.
"Well," Sam crossed his arms. "He's not sick now. Shouldn't he give it back?"
I raised my hand. "Night terrors," I stated.
"Severus is sleeping in the next room, do you really need his necklace too?" Sam glared at me.
"I guess not..."
I started to take of the chain, but Severus stopped me. "He shouldn't have too. The chain wasn't helping me, so I hoped it'd help him," his eyes lowered. "Harry, tell him what you were going to tell me... when you woke up during the night."
I looked at him and then at Sam. "Victoria is inside of me. I'm not too sure why, but she's there. I've been dreaming of her memories and one time she actually came to me. It's not pleasant," I said.
"So... I was in one of your dreams?" Sam asked.
I nodded. "The last one actually," I said.
Sam ran one of his smooth fingers against my cheek. "He does slightly resemble her. He looks more like his father though," he raised an eyebrow. "Does that mean you have... feelings for Severus?"
What the hell was I supposed to say? "No," I said.
Sam seemed like an over-protective person, so I lied. "Good," he smiled.
"I have to get ready for school," I saw a wonderful opportunity to flee from the room. "It was nice meeting you."
I fled into my room, grabbed my clothes and walked into the bathroom. Severus had someone, so I was going to be stuck here for longer than I thought. I sighed and started to run the shower.
The day had seemed to fly by and luckily, Hermione fixed the prescription on my glasses, so I could see things clearer. Not that it was terrible before. I walked into Severus' chamber and planned to clean the guest room. He didn't acknowledge my presence as I walked into the room. His eyes blankly stared down at the novel, but it was easy to tell that he wasn't reading it. "Are you okay?" I asked.
He looked up at me for a quick moment. "If you don't mind Harry, I would prefer to be alone. You're still welcome in the guest room though," he said.
I nodded. "I'm sorry if I messed up anything..."
He blinked. "It's fine. If he got all worked up over something like that, it wouldn't have worked out anyway."
I left him alone and started to clean the room. At least I didn't have to worry about any competition.
A/N: He does have a point, I swear! So...enjoy
Until Death and After
Chapter Eight: Opposites Attract
He pulled away from me and dropped me, hard, on the floor. "Should I even ask?" he said. "Do you think you're still asleep?"
I watched him stand up, away from me. I slid myself across the ground beside my bed. "Are you ready to hear this?" I asked.
"I'm sick of most of your stories, Mr. Potter," he said.
"You go from Harry, to Mr. Potter. What's it going to be?" I asked.
Mood swings, calm down Harry, just tell him. I watched his eyes stare at me, rather stunned. "It's Harry," his eyes looked into me. "I'm sorry. I'm ready to hear whatever you have to say."
I smiled lightly and moved onto my bed. "I've been having this really..." I searched for the perfect word, "Fucked up dreams. Slitting my wrists, carving 'fuck' into my knee, mauling random guys, sleeping with guys. It's been rather horrible. I didn't seem myself."
"Which explains the screaming," he sat down beside me on the bed.
I looked at him and smiled lightly. "The thing was, was that I wasn't myself. I was Victoria... your Vic..." I said, and waited for his response.
He leaned in close to me, his lips almost touching my ear. "If this is a joke... Harry, then it is NOT funny," he said sternly.
I shoved him off of me. "I'm not joking. I don't know what's going on, but today," I could feel myself start to breakdown. How could I tell this man this? She hurt him before; does he even want to hear about her? "She came to me in my dream. She told me she was... part of me."
He watched me carefully as I waited for a reaction. I felt tears start to form in my eyes; I could tell he was not happy with me. "Harry, I should have never told you about her. Just forget about it," he stood up from the bed.
I watched him head towards the door. "Wait!" I stood up. "She... she said that you should have read the note."
I'm just irritating him. Leave him alone. He grabbed my arm and threw me away from him. I tripped over a nightstand and hit my head against the wall. His hand went into his pocket as he threw an envelope at me. "You read it then," he continued to stroll from the room. "Now try to get some sleep."
He didn't look at me when he left. I felt the tears fall onto my face. I should have just left him alone. I looked at the envelope on my lap. I stood up and picked up the envelope. I wiped my face on my sleeve. Vic's voice went through my head. "Talk to him," it echoed.
"Leave me alone!" I screamed into the lonely darkness.
She didn't respond. Why had I never heard her until now? I walked out of my room and looked around. Severus was sitting at the table, reading a novel. There was a single candle lit in the middle of the table. I sat down across from him and watched him read. He looked at up at me for a moment and sighed. He looked back down for a moment to finish what he was reading. "Can't sleep?" he asked and placed a bookmark in his book.
I smiled at his unimpressed face. "Don't want to," I said. A slight eye roll was his response. "Can you read with just one candle?" I asked.
"Could you sleep if I had on more than one?"
I shrugged. "Probably not..."
"Do you pester your friends like this in the middle of the night as well?" he asked.
I shook my head. "Not usually, but they usually sleep."
A smile tried to appear on his face. "Well, I don't want to sleep either."
I put the envelope on the table and pushed it to him. "It's none of my business," I said. "I shouldn't have pried."
His eyes looked at the wrinkled letter as I stood up from the table. "Do you know why I keep it with me?" he asked.
I turned to face him. "Not really," my eyes lowered, even though he wasn't even looking at me.
He ran his longer fingers across the envelope. "To me, these are the last words she's ever going to say to me... I just don't want to let her go," his eyes raised to stare at me. They were filled with a pain I couldn't understand. "I'm sorry... for pushing you..."
I walked over to him. I wanted to hug him and take all of his pain away. "It's fine," I said.
He ran his hand across my arm. "Professor Dumbledore said you didn't have to go to classes today," he felt the material. "Are you still wearing your uniform?"
I shrugged. "I was too tired to change," I said.
His hand reached mine; he held onto it for a moment. "There's a washroom attached to your room, in case you're looking for it," he said.
I nodded. His hand left mine alone and cold. "I'll try to go back to bed," I said.
His head raised and lowered into a nod and he went back to reading. I walked back into my room and pulled the door too. My clothes dropped to the ground, leaving me in my undergarments. I crawled back into the silky sheets and started to sleep.
I turned over and felt Severus' strong arms reach around me. His soft lips pressed against the back of my neck. Was I just dreaming again? He felt so real... I turned back around to face him. He looked a lot younger. His hair was longer and his face was less wrinkled. His nose still sat in the centre, but was just large, not crooked. It was just a dream. I sighed lightly. "What's wrong?" he asked, with concern in his eyes. "Was everything not up to your high standards?"
I laughed lightly. Did I have control over myself? I wrapped my arms tightly around him and kissed his bare chest. "I love you," I said. "More than anything."
He tensed up, but kept his arms around my bare back. He smiled and kissed me, but he never gave a response. This frustrated me, I didn't know why though. The door was kicked open. A boy walked in. "Hey Sam," Severus said to him.
I quickly noted that he was his roommate, his first friend. Sam looked at me, and I quickly covered myself. I was Victoria. "What's she doing here?" he said as casual as he could. He didn't seem impressed that I was there.
Severus slid his arm around me. "We were just having a little fun. If I knew you didn't want her to be here, I would have cancelled," I said.
Sam shrugged. He had short, blonde hair and pale white eyes. He looked the opposite of Severus. "If you had cancelled then she'd be fucking someone else in the building anyway," he said.
"Excuse me?" Severus asked, letting go of me.
He stood up, ready to defend her. "You know she sleeps around, right? Obviously she's not loyal," Sam said.
"I know," his eyes looked at me, cowering under the sheets.
"Then why do you stay with her?" Sam asked.
Severus looked down, not saying anything. "Can you just say it once?" I asked.
He turned to me. He quickly took Sam's side. "I can't love someone who acts as if she's some kind of whore," he said.
I no longer cared if my feminine figure wasn't covered, so I stood up and used all of my force to punch him in the face. Several drops of blood dropped from his nose as I grabbed my clothes and stormed out of the room.
I sat up straight in my bed, awake. I looked down at my fist, there was nothing. I smiled lightly. It was just another damned memory. How am I going to explain everything to Severus without him getting upset? Do I even have to tell him? I stretched and got out of bed. I wouldn't tell him, I'd tell him that I overreacted and it was just a nightmare, and then apologize for saying what I did.
I walked from the room too see a man standing with Severus. I watched him for a moment, trying to figure out what he was doing in Severus' room. He leaned in and kissed him lightly on the cheek. I slipped back into my room and shut the door. Of course, Severus said he wasn't single. It was obvious. I quickly remembered what he looked like, the long blonde hair and light coloured eyes. It was his roommate, Sam. My bedroom door opened as Severus poked his head in. "Harry?" he asked.
"I didn't mean to interrupt!" I said.
"You didn't," he laughed. "You're welcome to come in. He wants to meet you."
I nodded and walked in behind Severus. "So this is the famous Harry Potter," the man said.
"I'm told so," I smiled at the man.
He shook my hand. "So what're you doing hanging around with an old guy like Severus?" he asked.
"I've been having night terrors, so I've been put here. It's just because I've been waking up my peers during the night, and we figured that down here I wouldn't bother anyone," I said.
"Ah," Sam smiled. "At least Severus knows how to take care of guy," he nudged Severus playfully.
Severus smiled at his male companion and looked to me. "If you're going to go to school you might want to get ready," Severus said.
I nodded. "I will," I said. "It was nice meeting you Sam."
I started to walk to my room, but he grabbed my shoulder. "I never said my name was Sam," he looked at Severus.
"Sorry... I just thought... I guess I was wrong," I said.
"No," he said. "I am Sam. Has Severus said something?" I watched Severus shake his head causing Sam to look back at me. He touched the chain around my neck. "Isn't this Victoria's?" he turned to Severus, "Is there something I should know about?"
Severus looked down, slightly embarrassed. "I gave it to him. He was sick and-"
"You gave it to him? You wouldn't take the damn thing off! What makes him so special?" he asked.
I watched Severus glare at him. "You didn't let me finish! He was sick, and you know it's supposed to grant protection. He needed it more than I did at the time," he said.
"Well," Sam crossed his arms. "He's not sick now. Shouldn't he give it back?"
I raised my hand. "Night terrors," I stated.
"Severus is sleeping in the next room, do you really need his necklace too?" Sam glared at me.
"I guess not..."
I started to take of the chain, but Severus stopped me. "He shouldn't have too. The chain wasn't helping me, so I hoped it'd help him," his eyes lowered. "Harry, tell him what you were going to tell me... when you woke up during the night."
I looked at him and then at Sam. "Victoria is inside of me. I'm not too sure why, but she's there. I've been dreaming of her memories and one time she actually came to me. It's not pleasant," I said.
"So... I was in one of your dreams?" Sam asked.
I nodded. "The last one actually," I said.
Sam ran one of his smooth fingers against my cheek. "He does slightly resemble her. He looks more like his father though," he raised an eyebrow. "Does that mean you have... feelings for Severus?"
What the hell was I supposed to say? "No," I said.
Sam seemed like an over-protective person, so I lied. "Good," he smiled.
"I have to get ready for school," I saw a wonderful opportunity to flee from the room. "It was nice meeting you."
I fled into my room, grabbed my clothes and walked into the bathroom. Severus had someone, so I was going to be stuck here for longer than I thought. I sighed and started to run the shower.
The day had seemed to fly by and luckily, Hermione fixed the prescription on my glasses, so I could see things clearer. Not that it was terrible before. I walked into Severus' chamber and planned to clean the guest room. He didn't acknowledge my presence as I walked into the room. His eyes blankly stared down at the novel, but it was easy to tell that he wasn't reading it. "Are you okay?" I asked.
He looked up at me for a quick moment. "If you don't mind Harry, I would prefer to be alone. You're still welcome in the guest room though," he said.
I nodded. "I'm sorry if I messed up anything..."
He blinked. "It's fine. If he got all worked up over something like that, it wouldn't have worked out anyway."
I left him alone and started to clean the room. At least I didn't have to worry about any competition.