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
Alright, I have a few things to say, first of all, I dedicate this chapter to Danielle, Anna, Melanie, Mia and Katya for being such fans that they bugged the crap out of me to get another chapter up. Hehehehe, see guys, it really does work!! Y'all are the reason I write this stuff ... well you and the fact that I'm living precariously through DeAndry.
Secondly, I just figure something out. Despite the fact that this story very much so wants to have a plot . it just can't seem to find one. So I hope you guys don't mind the total lack of a decent plot, but I promise, the sequel to this story does have a plot, and unfortunately you have to read this story to understand the next one. So, yeah. And I still thank you all for the reviews. Keep them coming!! Love you guys immensely.
Anyway, enough of that mumbo jumbo crap, I hope you like! And please review!!!
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It took just seconds for the venom of the spider to spread through DeAndry's blood stream. She could feel it, migrating to every part of her body, and finally her head. With a wave of nausea, her knees gave out. If it weren't for Snape's quick reflex she would have found herself on the stone floor of the Potions room.
DeAndry tried to focus her eyes on the figure who had his arms around her, keeping her on her feet. A fuzzy outline of a body was the only thing her mind could compute.
"I want to sit down," she tried to say, but her mouth didn't agree. The words came out in an incoherent jumble.
"Try to lean on me," he spoke, and all DeAndry could do in a response was look at him, and attempt to shift her weight against his steady form.
She had no idea how she got all the way to the Hospital Wing, but it must have taken Snape a good deal of effort, judging by his face. DeAndry tried to concentrate on something, anything, but she was swept up in the pain in her hand and the haze in her head. It made making sense of anything nearly impossible.
She closed her eyes and listened to the voices of Madame Pomfrey and Professor Snape as they molded into one sound.
"What happened?" Pomfrey asked, helping Snape get DeAndry into the hospital. "Up here," she said motioning to one of the beds.
Snape gathered DeAndry in his arms, and lifted her onto the bed. Her head suddenly convulsed, and snapped from side to side. Snape put his hand over her forehead stilling her.
"She was bit by Missulena spider." Snape's face was white, whiter than usual. "I've studied these spiders for years. This shouldn't have happened."
After a quick frown, Madame Pomfrey shook her head. "You need to leave. Let me help her." She pushed Snape away from DeAndry and her bed. After a moment of hesitation, he finally left the room.
*****
Alicia Spinnet could feel her face turning red. The Weasley twins had been following her all the way from the Great Hall. She had some business, rather private business at that, to attend to, and George and Fred had made it their personal goal for the night to find out exactly what she was up to.
"Are you going to study?" George asked.
"No," his twin chimed in. "The library is the other way. Maybe going out to practice on the field?"
Alicia continued down the hall attempting to ignore the red heads.
"No. It's too dark," George said with a thoughtful look on his face.
"I've got it!" Fred yelled overdramatically. "You're off for a secret rendezvous with a Slytherin boy!"
"George! Fred!" Alicia turned around and yelled, finally getting fed up with the twins. She kept walking backwards attempting to get them to leave her alone. "If you ask me one more time-" but her sentence was cut off as she ran into something, or rather, someone.
Both George and Fred's eyes widened when they saw Snape looming over Alicia who was now trying desperately to get as small as she possible could.
"I'm so sorry," she gasped, when he didn't say anything. She didn't wait for a response; she scurried away as fast as she could.
Snape glared at the Weasley twins who were still standing in front of him.
"Hey, wasn't English serving detention with him?" Fred asked George quietly.
George nodded and suddenly realized where they were, in front of the Hospital.
"Is there something wrong with her?" George asked Snape, suddenly worried. But Fred didn't wait for a response. Bursting through the doors, George followed his brother, with Snape right behind them.
"You can't go in there!" Snape growled, trying to stop the boys, but it was no use.
"DeAndry?" George gasped, when he saw her on the bed. "Are you alright?"
"What happened?"
With the help of Madame Pomfrey, DeAndry was doing considerably better. She sat up and looked over at the twins. Her head was still a little hazy, but she was at least able to decipher what the boys were saying.
"He bit me," was all she said.
Both Weasley's frowned and turned around to see Snape freeze in his tracks with a look of horror on his face.
"I told you he was a dirty old man," Fred whispered to George, loud enough for both DeAndry and Snape to hear.
"No," DeAndry spoke, suddenly realizing what she had said. She held up her swollen hand. "I was bitten by a spider."
A sense of relief washed over Snape's features and the boys turned back to DeAndry.
"I didn't send you out so you could bring in more people," Pomfrey scolded Snape. "Out! All of you!" Pomfrey cried, trying to push the twins away from the bedside.
The boys reluctantly left the hospital. Snape stood in place, refusing to leave.
"Please," Pomfrey said quietly, so DeAndry would not hear.
The poison educed haze in DeAndry's head fuddled with her perceptions, but she knew she shouldn't have been able to hear Pomfrey's words. They were loud enough to rattle her skull. DeAndry frowned when she realized that without effort she was reading Pomfrey's thoughts before the witch spoke them to Snape.
"It's going to be quite painful to remove the fangs. I don't think she would want you here." Pomfrey didn't want DeAndry to have to deal with Snape seeing her cry.
Without saying a word, Snape nodded stiffly and finally followed the red heads out.
"Thank you," DeAndry said, as the mediwitch made her way back to her bedside.
"It was nothing dear. I understand how students like you want to stay strong in front of your most respected professors."
DeAndry chose not to reply, and let Madame Pomfrey set to work on her hand.
As the poisonous fangs were pulled from her hand, DeAndry attempted to distance herself from the present. Her mind wandered back to what had happened only a little while before in Snape's classroom. Not only did she use magic to get the glove off her hand without the use of her wand, but Snape had not mentioned it. He held her reassuringly, and actually made an apology.
As another wave of pain shot through her hand, DeAndry flung her head to face her opposite shoulder. She took a crisp breath in through her nose.
Sighing, she could smell Snape on her clothes.
After what seemed like an eternity of pain, Madame Pomfrey finished.
"You must keep it covered," Madame Pomfrey directed, wrapping the bandage once more over DeAndry's swollen hand. "For at least a few days. We wouldn't want it getting infected."
"Can the twins come in now?" DeAndry asked, gently running her fingernails over the edge of the bandage.
"I suppose a short visit couldn't hurt," she said, rising from the bedside. She moved to the door, where she stuck her head out to address the people outside. "Alright, you two can come in now."
Both George and Fred, who had been waiting out in the hall the entire time, rushed into the wing. "Don't be too, long," Pomfrey instructed, already making her way to her office. "She still needs her rest."
"What happened to Snape?" DeAndry asked as soon as Pomfrey disappeared.
"He was gone as soon as Madame Pomfrey kicked us out," George said, jumping up on to the edge of DeAndry's bed. "He didn't even try to find out if you were ok."
"He was probably worried he would get in trouble for hurting a student, stupid git," Fred grumbled. "So," Fred started, glancing around to see if anyone was listening. Both twins slunk forward, their voices dropping. "So are we still on for tonight?" Fred asked.
"They're gonna let me out of here in just a little bit." DeAndry's eyes darkened, bent on revenge. "So yes. More than ever."
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
Alright, I have a few things to say, first of all, I dedicate this chapter to Danielle, Anna, Melanie, Mia and Katya for being such fans that they bugged the crap out of me to get another chapter up. Hehehehe, see guys, it really does work!! Y'all are the reason I write this stuff ... well you and the fact that I'm living precariously through DeAndry.
Secondly, I just figure something out. Despite the fact that this story very much so wants to have a plot . it just can't seem to find one. So I hope you guys don't mind the total lack of a decent plot, but I promise, the sequel to this story does have a plot, and unfortunately you have to read this story to understand the next one. So, yeah. And I still thank you all for the reviews. Keep them coming!! Love you guys immensely.
Anyway, enough of that mumbo jumbo crap, I hope you like! And please review!!!
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It took just seconds for the venom of the spider to spread through DeAndry's blood stream. She could feel it, migrating to every part of her body, and finally her head. With a wave of nausea, her knees gave out. If it weren't for Snape's quick reflex she would have found herself on the stone floor of the Potions room.
DeAndry tried to focus her eyes on the figure who had his arms around her, keeping her on her feet. A fuzzy outline of a body was the only thing her mind could compute.
"I want to sit down," she tried to say, but her mouth didn't agree. The words came out in an incoherent jumble.
"Try to lean on me," he spoke, and all DeAndry could do in a response was look at him, and attempt to shift her weight against his steady form.
She had no idea how she got all the way to the Hospital Wing, but it must have taken Snape a good deal of effort, judging by his face. DeAndry tried to concentrate on something, anything, but she was swept up in the pain in her hand and the haze in her head. It made making sense of anything nearly impossible.
She closed her eyes and listened to the voices of Madame Pomfrey and Professor Snape as they molded into one sound.
"What happened?" Pomfrey asked, helping Snape get DeAndry into the hospital. "Up here," she said motioning to one of the beds.
Snape gathered DeAndry in his arms, and lifted her onto the bed. Her head suddenly convulsed, and snapped from side to side. Snape put his hand over her forehead stilling her.
"She was bit by Missulena spider." Snape's face was white, whiter than usual. "I've studied these spiders for years. This shouldn't have happened."
After a quick frown, Madame Pomfrey shook her head. "You need to leave. Let me help her." She pushed Snape away from DeAndry and her bed. After a moment of hesitation, he finally left the room.
*****
Alicia Spinnet could feel her face turning red. The Weasley twins had been following her all the way from the Great Hall. She had some business, rather private business at that, to attend to, and George and Fred had made it their personal goal for the night to find out exactly what she was up to.
"Are you going to study?" George asked.
"No," his twin chimed in. "The library is the other way. Maybe going out to practice on the field?"
Alicia continued down the hall attempting to ignore the red heads.
"No. It's too dark," George said with a thoughtful look on his face.
"I've got it!" Fred yelled overdramatically. "You're off for a secret rendezvous with a Slytherin boy!"
"George! Fred!" Alicia turned around and yelled, finally getting fed up with the twins. She kept walking backwards attempting to get them to leave her alone. "If you ask me one more time-" but her sentence was cut off as she ran into something, or rather, someone.
Both George and Fred's eyes widened when they saw Snape looming over Alicia who was now trying desperately to get as small as she possible could.
"I'm so sorry," she gasped, when he didn't say anything. She didn't wait for a response; she scurried away as fast as she could.
Snape glared at the Weasley twins who were still standing in front of him.
"Hey, wasn't English serving detention with him?" Fred asked George quietly.
George nodded and suddenly realized where they were, in front of the Hospital.
"Is there something wrong with her?" George asked Snape, suddenly worried. But Fred didn't wait for a response. Bursting through the doors, George followed his brother, with Snape right behind them.
"You can't go in there!" Snape growled, trying to stop the boys, but it was no use.
"DeAndry?" George gasped, when he saw her on the bed. "Are you alright?"
"What happened?"
With the help of Madame Pomfrey, DeAndry was doing considerably better. She sat up and looked over at the twins. Her head was still a little hazy, but she was at least able to decipher what the boys were saying.
"He bit me," was all she said.
Both Weasley's frowned and turned around to see Snape freeze in his tracks with a look of horror on his face.
"I told you he was a dirty old man," Fred whispered to George, loud enough for both DeAndry and Snape to hear.
"No," DeAndry spoke, suddenly realizing what she had said. She held up her swollen hand. "I was bitten by a spider."
A sense of relief washed over Snape's features and the boys turned back to DeAndry.
"I didn't send you out so you could bring in more people," Pomfrey scolded Snape. "Out! All of you!" Pomfrey cried, trying to push the twins away from the bedside.
The boys reluctantly left the hospital. Snape stood in place, refusing to leave.
"Please," Pomfrey said quietly, so DeAndry would not hear.
The poison educed haze in DeAndry's head fuddled with her perceptions, but she knew she shouldn't have been able to hear Pomfrey's words. They were loud enough to rattle her skull. DeAndry frowned when she realized that without effort she was reading Pomfrey's thoughts before the witch spoke them to Snape.
"It's going to be quite painful to remove the fangs. I don't think she would want you here." Pomfrey didn't want DeAndry to have to deal with Snape seeing her cry.
Without saying a word, Snape nodded stiffly and finally followed the red heads out.
"Thank you," DeAndry said, as the mediwitch made her way back to her bedside.
"It was nothing dear. I understand how students like you want to stay strong in front of your most respected professors."
DeAndry chose not to reply, and let Madame Pomfrey set to work on her hand.
As the poisonous fangs were pulled from her hand, DeAndry attempted to distance herself from the present. Her mind wandered back to what had happened only a little while before in Snape's classroom. Not only did she use magic to get the glove off her hand without the use of her wand, but Snape had not mentioned it. He held her reassuringly, and actually made an apology.
As another wave of pain shot through her hand, DeAndry flung her head to face her opposite shoulder. She took a crisp breath in through her nose.
Sighing, she could smell Snape on her clothes.
After what seemed like an eternity of pain, Madame Pomfrey finished.
"You must keep it covered," Madame Pomfrey directed, wrapping the bandage once more over DeAndry's swollen hand. "For at least a few days. We wouldn't want it getting infected."
"Can the twins come in now?" DeAndry asked, gently running her fingernails over the edge of the bandage.
"I suppose a short visit couldn't hurt," she said, rising from the bedside. She moved to the door, where she stuck her head out to address the people outside. "Alright, you two can come in now."
Both George and Fred, who had been waiting out in the hall the entire time, rushed into the wing. "Don't be too, long," Pomfrey instructed, already making her way to her office. "She still needs her rest."
"What happened to Snape?" DeAndry asked as soon as Pomfrey disappeared.
"He was gone as soon as Madame Pomfrey kicked us out," George said, jumping up on to the edge of DeAndry's bed. "He didn't even try to find out if you were ok."
"He was probably worried he would get in trouble for hurting a student, stupid git," Fred grumbled. "So," Fred started, glancing around to see if anyone was listening. Both twins slunk forward, their voices dropping. "So are we still on for tonight?" Fred asked.
"They're gonna let me out of here in just a little bit." DeAndry's eyes darkened, bent on revenge. "So yes. More than ever."