Hey all thanks for reviews., I wrote this chapter on impulse :P so don't expect too much.
All characters belong to J.K Rowling except for Éclair and Gina.
Double potions... again... How boring. Snape stared into his bubbling black cauldron. Across the room, Gina eyed him malevolently. Sensing something Snape looked up right at her. He gave her a slight ambiguous smile, and she growled angrily.
"Ahem..." Professor Harold coughed. "Please pay attention." He looked pointedly at Snape.
Snape laughed apologetically. A cute little school boy... Gina clenched her fists. That irritating two-faced ...
"Gina?" Éclair interrupted her fuming.
"Eh, Éclair, sorry just daydreaming," she answered distracted.
Éclair gave her a strange look and muttered, "You look angry than anything else."
Professor Harold coughed again seeking the attention of his pupils. "Everybody get into groups of three and try the Illumina potion on page seventy-four of you text books."
Everyone scuffled into their groups and the class was instantly divided into two – Slytherins and Ravenclaws. The only exception was Snape. He got up to join Gina and Éclair.
"What do you want?" Gina spat.
Snape scratched his head innocently and smiled, "Truce?"
Éclair gave him a cold look, "Go away."
"What have I done?" he asked again.
"You, don't try to play innocent," Gina hissed.
Snape closed his eyes for a moment then opened them. They were mocking Gina amused. Grey and blue swirled in them...dangerous eyes.
"Such an attitude...heh...anyone could mistake you for liking me Gina," his voice was soft, so soft even Éclair couldn't hear.
"Damn...you!" Gina swore through her teeth.
Snape ignored her and turned his eyes on Éclair, "But I'm more interested in you Éclair." His voice gentle, cajoling almost but not quite, it held a sharp edge which cut like ice.
There was a resounding crack as Éclair slapped Snape across the face. Everyone turned to stare as Éclair stood trembling with rage. Gina regarded her friend with surprise. Éclair's usually meek countenance was flushed with blood and rage. She turned on her heel and stalked out of the room.
"Everyone calm down please," Professor Harold asserted testily, a bit shaken by the unexpected scene.
Snape ignored him and walked out after Éclair. Gina stood rooted for a moment before rushing after them. Professor Harold sighed exasperated. Kids... The whole class suddenly broke out into noisy chatter and Professor Harold sighed again.
Éclair leaned against the door of the cubicle with her face over her hands. The toilets was the only place Snape couldn't get to her. The sudden knocking on the door made her jump. Her heart started thumping with fear. She didn't hear anyone come in. It couldn't be... him?
"Éclair...?" It was Gina.
Éclair relaxed and opened the door. "Hey, Gina," she answered weakly.
"What's going on?" Gina asked concern written over her face.
Éclair frowned. Something bothered her. Gina.
Éclair snapped her fingers. Gina gave a gasp and pitched forward. Éclair caught her just before she hit the floor.
"Oh, you're pretty good," said the quiet voice.
Éclair looked slowly up. Snape stood leaning against a sink. Apparently the sanctity of the female restroom didn't bother him.
Éclair muttered something under her breath and Gina slowly faded from the room. Snape
straightened quickly, alert. Teleportation. She was good indeed. He felt the blood tingling in his veins.
Éclair in turn stood and faced him. She reached back and threw off her shawl. A mass of platinum blue hair tumbled over her shoulders. It seemed to shine slightly, a halo of an avenging angel, Snape couldn't help thinking to himself. He shook his head slightly. What the hell was he thinking at a time like this? So she was indeed a sorceress as he had thought.
Eclair raised her hand and took of her glasses. She folded them deliberately and put it into the pocket of her robe. Snape felt a slight uneasiness but he could also feel excitement mounting in him. A sorceress, one from that long lost powerful race.
Éclair's head snapped up and her flaming green eyes bored straight into Snape's grey ones. Snape was stunned for a moment. Éclair's eyes blazed with fury and power, a testament to her lineage.
Snape shifted slightly, this uneasiness he was feeling...fear? Impossible...Anticipation that must be it. Or was it awe? But there was also excitement and adrenaline. This would be a splendid battle. Battle? Snape was shocked into alarm. A battle here, in Hogwarts right under Dumbledore's nose? He must have been going out of his mind to provoke something so risky.
"It's too late now to back out of this, Oracle," Éclair's voice was treacherous. "You will pay for playing with my friend."
She raised her hand and instinctively Snape did the same. For the first time Snape realized the full extent of his situation. She was really angry. She might kill him in a sudden burst of rage. But he was a skilled magic user himself. He could still retreat; and he doubted Éclair had the experience of a real fight unlike himself. However he didn't want too, this was too interesting. Besides...he admitted with a bit of a rueful smirk, Éclair was just intensely beautiful when she was angry.