WARNING: This story is rated R (just to be safe) for language and sexual
content.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the other Potterverse characters. They are owned by JK Rowling.
DeAndry Harris, along with the story, though, are mine. Read but do not hurt.
Timeline: During POA
Ok, this is the first part of a two part story ('Something to Live For' and 'Something to Die For') that I started a very long time ago and I've been working on ever since. I have the span of the entire story in bits and pieces (about 68 pages total), so I just need to fill in the holes. (Sorry, I have this really abstract way of writing, I don't go chronologically I just sort of write in spurts It drives Kelly insane. Sorry Bean.) Anyway, I was suddenly inspired to finish it and put it here. I'm going to be finishing it over the next little while (I hope) and get it all posted here.
Anyway, enough of that mumbo jumbo crap, I hope you like! And please review!!!
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The year was just beginning and already DeAndry Harris was bored. She sat in the cold, dark dungeon classroom wishing she were back in her Gryffindor house dormitory or even at home.
Every so often, DeAndry's green eyes would glance up at the front of the room where the Potions Professor was describing the current potion assignment, but not paying attention. It was nothing to get excited over, even with Professor Snape's infamous record of scaring the wits out of students, especially those out of line. She yawned.
The Professor's wiles no longer had much effect on her; she never worried about his sarcasm or sadism. It had long ago worn its effectiveness. At seventeen, she had spent six years at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry for her quietly kept telepathic abilities and talents of a young witch, and this was her last year. Everything seemed old hat, which made plausible large amounts of naughtiness.
DeAndry grinned as she thought about putting heads together with the mischievous Weasley twins again. The summer had been too long without her red headed friends, George and Fred. Running her fingers through her long black- crimson streaked hair, she set her mind wandering to plan the first way to get herself in trouble, but she didn't have to plan long.
"Miss Harris!" Professor Snape's voice cut straight through DeAndry's daydream.
"Huh? I-I-I mean, yes Sir?"
"Welcome back to the real world," Snape said slyly. "Now, if you're not too wrapped up with your fictional vacation, I would be most appreciative if you would finish the potion I was conjuring up front."
DeAndry sighed. Wiggling her womanly figure from behind her desk, she made her way to the silver cauldron in the front of the room. Once she stood facing the crimson metallic liquid, she realized she had no idea what Professor Snape was conjuring. She hadn't been paying attention. Taking a moment to think, she decided a little mind reading couldn't hurt. She quickly tapped into Snape's mind.
"She'll never remember to put the phoenix feather dust in. There was no way she was paying attention."
Satisfied with what she found, she grabbed the bottle with the phoenix feather dust in it. Just before she pored the sparkly grains into the cauldron, she noticed a smile form on Snape's face out of the corner of her eye. But it was too late. She had dumped the dust into the mix.
The liquid reacted quickly causing a large black puff of smoke to billow out of the cauldron and thoroughly cover DeAndry's face with black soot. The class erupted with laughter as DeAndry stood, black faced, furious, and completely embarrassed. Snape's smile widened.
"As Miss Harris has so kindly demonstrated, incompetence and lack of attentiveness are not tolerated here. Let Miss Harris' display make an example of what not to do."
"Ass hole," DeAndry said under her breath.
"What did you say Miss Harris?" Snape asked pointedly, looking up at his pupil and knowing full well what she had called him.
The class hushed immediately, waiting for her response.
DeAndry sighed. She was receiving the highest points in the class and she didn't think anything she said could bring her marks to a failing level. So, she drew a breath and repeated her insult.
"I called you an ass hole, Sir," she stated very calmly.
Everyone in the classroom gasped, and all eyes turned to their Professor to see his reaction. To everyone's surprise, even DeAndry's, his face showed no anger.
"You can take the girl out of the Muggles, but you cannot take the Muggle out of the girl," said Snape. He turned to the class. "Everyone is dismissed."
DeAndry was confused, but she certainly wasn't going to stick around to see if Snape was going to change his mind. She quickly went to gather her things, but Snape's voice stopped her dead in her tracks.
"Not you, Miss Harris. I would like to speak to you." The way he said 'speak' sent chills down her spine.
The class cleared out much quicker than it usually did, and when the heavy door slammed shut, DeAndry flinched, feeling utterly alone.
Professor Snape glided across the room and handed DeAndry a piece of cloth. Still quite confused, and having no idea what was to come, she began to wipe off the black that covered her face. The silence suddenly unnerved her, making her very uncomfortable. Snape circled, looking at DeAndry as if she were some kind of prey.
"Seven years ago."
DeAndry jumped at his sudden speech, but Snape just ignored her movement and continued circling like a vulture.
"Seven years ago," he repeated. "I was given a list of the first years. One name was pointed out to me by Headmaster Dumbledore. It seemed that this girl had only lived in England for a few weeks. She had been an orphan all her life, having lived in countless orphanages and foster families in America, the last foster family decided to move to England. That is when the Ministry of Magic stumbled upon her. She had unspeakable magical talents and was immediately recruited to Hogwarts.
"I actually felt sorry for this girl. Not knowing who her family was, changing homes more times than most of us change our quills. But then I met her. I quickly found out that you were strong headed, arrogant, stuck up, rude, with a total disregard for rules and authority."
"You flatter me," DeAndry stated, annoyed at the verbal bashing.
"You are the most intolerable of all my students."
"Including Harry Potter?" Snape didn't respond he just stared her down. "You think I'm intolerable? Look at you. I mean no wonder you never got the job as the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor. Other than the fact that you can't teach, Professor Lupin is not only a better instructor, but he's a better man than you could ever hope to be."
DeAndry knew she had crossed the line as soon as she said it. She was right. Snape grabbed her by the arms and pulled her just inches from his face to make his point. His grip on her arms hurt, but she didn't dare say anything; she just waited for the storm of angry words to spill out.
Before she had time to even think, Snape had forced his lips to hers. His tongue pushed past her lips and teeth. Surprise paled next to what she was feeling. She didn't kiss him back, but she didn't pull away either. The only thing her mind was capable of thinking was that he tasted like power, and raw magic.
Suddenly Snape pulled away breathing heavily. DeAndry didn't know if it was because he had realized what he had just done, or if he was just out of breath. Not a word was spoken as Snape looked up at DeAndry's flushed face. Snape wiped his mouth with the back of his had with an expression that greatly resembled disgust. To his surprise, she licked her lips, allowing his taste to linger for a few moments more.
Something churned inside her stomach, and the desire for him to force himself upon her again raged deep inside.
Not knowing what to do next, Snape's eyes drifted to a smudge of black still on DeAndry's forehead. With a total sense of control, he took the piece of cloth still in DeAndry's fingers, making sure to touch her hand. He raised the cloth to her head and wiped the smudge off. He took a deep breath and allowed himself to look deep into her eyes. He was searching for something. What, he didn't exactly know, or wouldn't let himself acknowledge.
Even though DeAndry's mind told her to step back, her body decided otherwise, and she stepped forward wanting to feel for herself what she was doing to her Professor. He knew what she was doing, and against his better judgment, thrust forward. A quiet whimper was allowed to escape her throat.
A wrapping on the door followed by a timid voice asking for Professor Snape threw them headlong toward their senses. Both the Professor and DeAndry took a few steps away from each other just before the doors opened.
"And don't let me ever catch you undermining my authority again. Do you understand me Miss Harris?"
DeAndry swallowed hard trying desperately to get the frog out of her throat. "Y-y-yes Sir." She quickly grabbed her things and left the room as fast as possible, not even noticing the pure terror in the first year's face who had just interrupted them.
Professor Snape watched her even beyond sight. He clenched the fabric in his hands.
"What?!" he snapped at the student.
*****
DeAndry plopped heavily down in one of the overstuffed leather chairs in the Gryffindor common room. A crowd suddenly formed around her. Harry Potter was the first to speak.
"I heard you stood up to Professor Snape ... and you're still alive?"
"Looks that way," DeAndry responded.
"So, how many points did you lose us, English?" Fred Weasley asked.
"Yeah," his twin chimed in.
"I don't think any." She frowned, sort of surprised. But when she thought about what had just happened, it did make sense, sort of.
A third year girl spoke up. "So you stood up to Snape, called him a name."
"An ass hole," George informed, grinning.
"And you didn't lose us any points?" she continued.
DeAndry nodded.
There was a sudden eruption of cheers, getting everyone else's attention in the common room that they hadn't already had.
"Go English!" George and Fred shouted together. Fred turned to Percy who had just come to see what all the commotion was. "She's got more balls than you do."
The crowd dissipated as the Weasley twins talked of revolt from their potions classes and a lot of harsh insults directed toward the teacher. Without any notice from anyone, DeAndry made her way up to her dormitory.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the other Potterverse characters. They are owned by JK Rowling.
DeAndry Harris, along with the story, though, are mine. Read but do not hurt.
Timeline: During POA
Ok, this is the first part of a two part story ('Something to Live For' and 'Something to Die For') that I started a very long time ago and I've been working on ever since. I have the span of the entire story in bits and pieces (about 68 pages total), so I just need to fill in the holes. (Sorry, I have this really abstract way of writing, I don't go chronologically I just sort of write in spurts It drives Kelly insane. Sorry Bean.) Anyway, I was suddenly inspired to finish it and put it here. I'm going to be finishing it over the next little while (I hope) and get it all posted here.
Anyway, enough of that mumbo jumbo crap, I hope you like! And please review!!!
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The year was just beginning and already DeAndry Harris was bored. She sat in the cold, dark dungeon classroom wishing she were back in her Gryffindor house dormitory or even at home.
Every so often, DeAndry's green eyes would glance up at the front of the room where the Potions Professor was describing the current potion assignment, but not paying attention. It was nothing to get excited over, even with Professor Snape's infamous record of scaring the wits out of students, especially those out of line. She yawned.
The Professor's wiles no longer had much effect on her; she never worried about his sarcasm or sadism. It had long ago worn its effectiveness. At seventeen, she had spent six years at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry for her quietly kept telepathic abilities and talents of a young witch, and this was her last year. Everything seemed old hat, which made plausible large amounts of naughtiness.
DeAndry grinned as she thought about putting heads together with the mischievous Weasley twins again. The summer had been too long without her red headed friends, George and Fred. Running her fingers through her long black- crimson streaked hair, she set her mind wandering to plan the first way to get herself in trouble, but she didn't have to plan long.
"Miss Harris!" Professor Snape's voice cut straight through DeAndry's daydream.
"Huh? I-I-I mean, yes Sir?"
"Welcome back to the real world," Snape said slyly. "Now, if you're not too wrapped up with your fictional vacation, I would be most appreciative if you would finish the potion I was conjuring up front."
DeAndry sighed. Wiggling her womanly figure from behind her desk, she made her way to the silver cauldron in the front of the room. Once she stood facing the crimson metallic liquid, she realized she had no idea what Professor Snape was conjuring. She hadn't been paying attention. Taking a moment to think, she decided a little mind reading couldn't hurt. She quickly tapped into Snape's mind.
"She'll never remember to put the phoenix feather dust in. There was no way she was paying attention."
Satisfied with what she found, she grabbed the bottle with the phoenix feather dust in it. Just before she pored the sparkly grains into the cauldron, she noticed a smile form on Snape's face out of the corner of her eye. But it was too late. She had dumped the dust into the mix.
The liquid reacted quickly causing a large black puff of smoke to billow out of the cauldron and thoroughly cover DeAndry's face with black soot. The class erupted with laughter as DeAndry stood, black faced, furious, and completely embarrassed. Snape's smile widened.
"As Miss Harris has so kindly demonstrated, incompetence and lack of attentiveness are not tolerated here. Let Miss Harris' display make an example of what not to do."
"Ass hole," DeAndry said under her breath.
"What did you say Miss Harris?" Snape asked pointedly, looking up at his pupil and knowing full well what she had called him.
The class hushed immediately, waiting for her response.
DeAndry sighed. She was receiving the highest points in the class and she didn't think anything she said could bring her marks to a failing level. So, she drew a breath and repeated her insult.
"I called you an ass hole, Sir," she stated very calmly.
Everyone in the classroom gasped, and all eyes turned to their Professor to see his reaction. To everyone's surprise, even DeAndry's, his face showed no anger.
"You can take the girl out of the Muggles, but you cannot take the Muggle out of the girl," said Snape. He turned to the class. "Everyone is dismissed."
DeAndry was confused, but she certainly wasn't going to stick around to see if Snape was going to change his mind. She quickly went to gather her things, but Snape's voice stopped her dead in her tracks.
"Not you, Miss Harris. I would like to speak to you." The way he said 'speak' sent chills down her spine.
The class cleared out much quicker than it usually did, and when the heavy door slammed shut, DeAndry flinched, feeling utterly alone.
Professor Snape glided across the room and handed DeAndry a piece of cloth. Still quite confused, and having no idea what was to come, she began to wipe off the black that covered her face. The silence suddenly unnerved her, making her very uncomfortable. Snape circled, looking at DeAndry as if she were some kind of prey.
"Seven years ago."
DeAndry jumped at his sudden speech, but Snape just ignored her movement and continued circling like a vulture.
"Seven years ago," he repeated. "I was given a list of the first years. One name was pointed out to me by Headmaster Dumbledore. It seemed that this girl had only lived in England for a few weeks. She had been an orphan all her life, having lived in countless orphanages and foster families in America, the last foster family decided to move to England. That is when the Ministry of Magic stumbled upon her. She had unspeakable magical talents and was immediately recruited to Hogwarts.
"I actually felt sorry for this girl. Not knowing who her family was, changing homes more times than most of us change our quills. But then I met her. I quickly found out that you were strong headed, arrogant, stuck up, rude, with a total disregard for rules and authority."
"You flatter me," DeAndry stated, annoyed at the verbal bashing.
"You are the most intolerable of all my students."
"Including Harry Potter?" Snape didn't respond he just stared her down. "You think I'm intolerable? Look at you. I mean no wonder you never got the job as the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor. Other than the fact that you can't teach, Professor Lupin is not only a better instructor, but he's a better man than you could ever hope to be."
DeAndry knew she had crossed the line as soon as she said it. She was right. Snape grabbed her by the arms and pulled her just inches from his face to make his point. His grip on her arms hurt, but she didn't dare say anything; she just waited for the storm of angry words to spill out.
Before she had time to even think, Snape had forced his lips to hers. His tongue pushed past her lips and teeth. Surprise paled next to what she was feeling. She didn't kiss him back, but she didn't pull away either. The only thing her mind was capable of thinking was that he tasted like power, and raw magic.
Suddenly Snape pulled away breathing heavily. DeAndry didn't know if it was because he had realized what he had just done, or if he was just out of breath. Not a word was spoken as Snape looked up at DeAndry's flushed face. Snape wiped his mouth with the back of his had with an expression that greatly resembled disgust. To his surprise, she licked her lips, allowing his taste to linger for a few moments more.
Something churned inside her stomach, and the desire for him to force himself upon her again raged deep inside.
Not knowing what to do next, Snape's eyes drifted to a smudge of black still on DeAndry's forehead. With a total sense of control, he took the piece of cloth still in DeAndry's fingers, making sure to touch her hand. He raised the cloth to her head and wiped the smudge off. He took a deep breath and allowed himself to look deep into her eyes. He was searching for something. What, he didn't exactly know, or wouldn't let himself acknowledge.
Even though DeAndry's mind told her to step back, her body decided otherwise, and she stepped forward wanting to feel for herself what she was doing to her Professor. He knew what she was doing, and against his better judgment, thrust forward. A quiet whimper was allowed to escape her throat.
A wrapping on the door followed by a timid voice asking for Professor Snape threw them headlong toward their senses. Both the Professor and DeAndry took a few steps away from each other just before the doors opened.
"And don't let me ever catch you undermining my authority again. Do you understand me Miss Harris?"
DeAndry swallowed hard trying desperately to get the frog out of her throat. "Y-y-yes Sir." She quickly grabbed her things and left the room as fast as possible, not even noticing the pure terror in the first year's face who had just interrupted them.
Professor Snape watched her even beyond sight. He clenched the fabric in his hands.
"What?!" he snapped at the student.
*****
DeAndry plopped heavily down in one of the overstuffed leather chairs in the Gryffindor common room. A crowd suddenly formed around her. Harry Potter was the first to speak.
"I heard you stood up to Professor Snape ... and you're still alive?"
"Looks that way," DeAndry responded.
"So, how many points did you lose us, English?" Fred Weasley asked.
"Yeah," his twin chimed in.
"I don't think any." She frowned, sort of surprised. But when she thought about what had just happened, it did make sense, sort of.
A third year girl spoke up. "So you stood up to Snape, called him a name."
"An ass hole," George informed, grinning.
"And you didn't lose us any points?" she continued.
DeAndry nodded.
There was a sudden eruption of cheers, getting everyone else's attention in the common room that they hadn't already had.
"Go English!" George and Fred shouted together. Fred turned to Percy who had just come to see what all the commotion was. "She's got more balls than you do."
The crowd dissipated as the Weasley twins talked of revolt from their potions classes and a lot of harsh insults directed toward the teacher. Without any notice from anyone, DeAndry made her way up to her dormitory.