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Chapter 8: Help?
Curled in a tight ball on the common room couch, Morgana stared mindlessly out of the window. She could think of nothing else but what had happened the night before. Scared of what would happen when next she saw Snape, and how he would treat her. Yesterday she had been a virgin. Today… well, now she wasn't. She had lost it not only to the meanest man she had ever known, but to her best friend Harry's sworn enemy. How had she gotten herself into this situation?
"MORGANA!"
She turned to see her three friends staring at her oddly, worried looks on their faces.
"Yes?"
"Where were you? We've been trying to talk to you for about five minutes!" Hermione said sitting down next to Morgana on the couch.
"Not really that long but you were off somewhere with the fairies. Are you ok?" Harry asked obviously concerned.
"Fairies? I didn't see any fairies?" Ron said confused.
"It's a muggle expression." Hermione added before turning her attention back to Morgana.
"Oh. Anyway, you were crying." Ron continued before receiving a sharp blow to the ribs by Harry's left elbow. "Well, she was! You didn't have to hit me!" he complained loudly.
Morgana felt her cheeks and found them damp. She hadn't realized she had been crying.
"I'm fine. How was potions?" she said deliberately changing the subject. Ron's face twisted into excitement as he recalled for her the events in Professor Snape's class.
"He was late! But when he finally got there he actually said 'Goodmorning' to the class. Goodmorning! Snape! No one could believe it! His mood didn't last long though, he took-"
"He took one look around at the class he had and he turned into the worst mood we'd seen in ages!" Harry paused just long enough for emphasis before continuing. "He took points off of Slytherin! He never takes points from his baby boy Malfoy but he did! We couldn't believe it!"
Hermione continued, "But then these two couldn't help laughing out loud and Snape took points from Gryffindor too. But that's not all, he asked why 'Miss Blackwater felt she didn't have to attend lessons like every other student?' I told him your weren't feeling well so then he said you are to attend detention ill or not, and the only excuse for someone not to attend a lesson is if they are deceased, and even then it's negotiable."
"He said that to the whole class!?" Morgana asked somewhat alarmed.
"No, just to us three, but I'm pretty sure everyone could hear if they listened hard enough, Malfoy snickered when he said it."
"Oh, what did Malfoy do to lose house points?"
All three of them grinned as Ron explained eagerly; "Malfoy deliberately dropped a potion on the floor and then said something like ' I wonder who's going to have to clean this?' all innocently but everyone knew he was talking about you Morgs. The idiots that sit around him all laughed and Snape didn't like that. So he said Malfoy was going to clean it himself and that he'd lost five points from Slythern. Five!"
"But how many did Gryffindor lose Ron?" Hermione stated, already knowing the answer. "Fifteen was it?"
"Yeah but Snape always takes points from Gryffindor, every lesson. He never takes points from Slytherin." Harry explained.
"It sounds like it was a fun class." Morgana said standing, "I'm sorry guys, I'm really tired so I'm going to go have a lie down."
"Oh?" Hermione said questioningly, "Ok."
With all the days' events running through her head still, Morgana made her way down to the dungeons to face Professor Snape. He was waiting for her and as she entered he told her to 'sit down', indicating to a second chair at his desk.
"Miss Blackwater…" he said evenly, "Morgana." Her name from his mouth sounded strange, unreal and she couldn't believe he had actually used it.
"I…I…last night…" he seemed to be looking for the right words but couldn't find them. She took this to her advantage and spoke herself.
"Don't apologise Professor." She spat harshly. "It doesn't suit you."
Silence echoed before he finally answered. His voice was cold and inaudible.
"I have never before treated a student as I did."
It was a statement, nothing more.
"I'm not going to Dumbledore." She told him. "I didn't necessarily want it but I was given an abundance of opportunities to say 'no'." Snape raised his head up suddenly, his eyes narrowing, glaring at her questioningly.
"That doesn't mean I will forget the way you made it so pleasurable for my very first time." Immense sarcasm dripped heavily from every word she said. She wanted him to feel guilty for hurting her, even just a little bit, but she doubted it worked.
She watched him closely for a reaction, any reaction but there was none. She sighed and stood up turning her back to him before walking over and finding a seat ready for their lesson on telepathy.
Learning to use it wasn't hard or so Morgana found. It was just a matter of self-control and concentration. It was the blocking other people out that proved more challenging. Morgana could feel the instant he entered her mind and the feeling was disconcerting to say the least. Having someone poking around hearing your thoughts. She wondered where he had inherited it from, his mother perhaps? Would he pass it on to any children he had? This made Morgana think back to last night with some urgency. What if she became pregnant? No wrong time of month, her period only finished last week.
Last night… why hadn't she stoped him? She had lost her virginity to a teacher. A teacher out of all people! Still, Snape wasn't bad looking. Yes he had limp, lifeless hair but it was long. Morgana liked long hair. His sallow skin and hooked nose suited him well enough and he nice teeth. Yes, she thought, there were worst people who could have done the same thing to her. She was glad it hadn't been someone with no intelligence either. As horrible as Snape could be, he possessed a brilliant intellect. And as far as her brief encounter last night told her, he was big as well. But he was so rough… was he always that rough with everybody he slept with or was he different? Not gentle, she couldn't picture Snape being gentle, just different.
Morgana looked up at her Professor and saw him looking shocked.
Uh oh… her face turned a nasty shade of red… she had forgotten that she was supposed to be practicing blocking him out of her mind… he had just heard everything!
There was silence for a long while during which Morgana tried to hide her face in shame.
Oh my God! He had heard her thinking about what he would be like to properly sleep with, among other things. How was she going to get out of this one? She had to leave.
"Sir, I need to be excused."
"No." his answer was short and to the point. "Come here."
She lifted herself from her stool and walked over to where he sat, dreading the lecture that was to come. When she reached him he stood also. He towered in height above her by almost a full head so she craned her neck upwards to look at him. Before she realized what was happening, Snape had pulled her forward and crushed his mouth to hers.
What the hell did he think he was doing!?! Morgana pushed herself out of the embrace suddenly and shoved him away.
"Where do you think your going Blackwater?" he asked softly. When she didn't answer he continued. "Don't you want the answers to your questions?"
"No." she mouthed voicelessly.
"Pity. It would have been my pleasure."
"Yours, but not mine." She answered quietly.
"Ahh…" he stepped forward seizing from her the wrist he had previously broken, pressing its underside to his lips. "Pleasure is something easily arranged."
A shiver passed through her with the feel of his hot breath on her skin. What was he doing to her? She should hate him! She should turn him over to Dumbledore for forcing himself on her in the first place. He had taken her purity and decency last night and discarded them without so much as a second thought, so why should she let him enjoy himself again tonight?
Oh God, his mouth was travelling up her arm and was nearing her shoulder.
Pleasure. What was pleasure? It wasn't what her had shown her last night, in fact he had tried his hardest to make it quite the opposite of an experience for her. He hadn't completely succeeded though. Not every part of it had been unpleasant.
His lips had passed her shoulder and started on her neck.
Oh God, she couldn't stand it! Should she just give in? Should he give him his chance to make it up to her?
Morgana shoved him back from her again and stared up into his face intently, searching. Seemingly happy with what she found burning in his eyes she smiled.
"You'll have to try harder than that Professor."
She turned and gathered her belongings before walking out of the room, leaving Snape standing there still aghast.
Walking back down the hallway she couldn't believe what she'd done. She'd actually flirted with him! Flirted! Morgana never did anything like that! She never seemed to act like herself around him. First she yelled at him… actually yelled, and now she's flirting. What did he bring out of her that no one else could? She wished she could be that forward with everyone. The potion will help, for at least one night anyway.
Morgana remembered back to a time when she had had an over abundance of confidence. Say and do what ever she felt, when she felt like it. It was before her mother had died, and before she found out she had muggle in her. Not that she hated muggles, she just didn't want to be one. They were different, those non-magic people. They weren't like the rest of the population. She would never like to be with one, the way her mother had. Her muggle father should be dead! Dead for what they did to them, her and her mother. Morgana wished he was dead so she was no longer related to him either. What was his name again? Jones? Johns? Whatever, it didn't matter because she would never take his name. She was a Blackwater through and through and that was what she was going to stay. She would never take the name of a muggle.
The only person who reminded her daily of her about the flaw in her parentage was Draco Malfoy, the pureblood prat. What'd she give to have blood as pure as what ran through his veins. But no, her blood was tainted.
It was then that Morgana realised not only had her thoughts wondered away from the subject at hand but that she had no idea of where she was. She was completely lost. She hadn't remembered taking a wrong anywhere but she was in a unfamiliar hallway. Morgana turned around and tried heading back the way she came but to no avail. She started to panic. What if Filch or Mrs Norris found her wondering about? She had enough detention with Snape already. Or would they put her to work polishing the trophies, dusting the teachers black boards, or cleaning out the racing broom closet? Stuff it…
"Hello?" she quietly yelled out. "Hello, Anyone there? I'm lost." She looked around apprehensively. Why hadn't she seen this hall before?
"Sir Nicolas? Grey Lady? Someone? Anyone?"
A small noise scurried along the corridor and made her a bit scared than she already was. Suddenly a loud bang sounded and that was the last straw, she ran. She didn't know where she was going until she smacked straight into something solid.
"Ahhh…" she cried out. They solid thing had been knocked to the floor with her and when she saw who it was she began to laugh.
A/N: Review, review, review… PLEASE….?
