After a torturing hour Onya finally saw the 6th years go. She had suffered
Snape's snide comments on her behalf all lesson, with the Slytherins
sniggering at each one. Every time she came back with a comment Snape had
come back to one for her, ten times worst than the last. There was even one
point where Onya had split a student's cauldron's contents all across the
floor. Snape had seen his opportunity and told Onya he knew no spells to
clean it up and she would have to do it by hand. Onya wouldn't have usually
had cared, but she knew, everyone else knew that he did have a spell, he
just wanted to watch her humiliate herself. Onya had really felt she was
going to cry then, but yet she recovered herself and she cleaned it up
without comment and apologized to the student. Snape seemed to go easy on
her after that at least.
As she watched the students leave the room she breathed a sigh of relief. She knew there was not another class for another hour and a half, she was just about to break into a smile when the fact dawned upon her that she would be stuck with Snape for the next hour and a half.
Onya closed the door behind her and buried her head in her hands, she knew she had been a terrible assistant and teacher and felt as though she might as well give up straight away.
Snape turned to see her, she was standing facing the closed door, head in her hands, motionless. He felt a pain of guilt stab into him and looked around the classroom helplessly. After seconds that seemed like hours Snape slowly began to walk over to her. Snape walked over until he was facing her side. He bit his lower lip, he didn't know why he was so bothered by this, but this girl just seemed to understand him, and he had made it torture for her.
" Well -well done for, for today." He tried to tell her quickly, but the words stuck in his throat as he stuttered them out.
Onya took her head from her hands and looked up at him. She appreciated the slight comfort from his words and for a moment she just stared hard into his eyes. Snape looked back at her and suddenly realized they were staring into each other's eyes! His eyes widened in realization of the cliché and quickly broke eye contact, staring in the other direction.
Onya quickly recovered from the moment and blushed red, she turned to face the door in the awkward silence that followed.
Snape returned to behind his desk, all too aware he had to spend the next hour and a half alone with Onya. Snape looked up at Onya and realized he better give her something to do.
" So, what would you like to do now?"
" Kiss you" Onya automatically said, then gasped realizing what she had said.
Snape widened his eyes and stood up so fast he tripped himself up on his chair and fell down straight away.
Onya clapped a hand over her mouth and was jus about to see if he was okay when she saw him pop up from behind the desk, brushing himself down, blushing a violent red.
Onya tried to stop herself from laughing and blushing at the same time.
Snape glanced over at Onya, stifling her laughter, he hadn't forgot what she had said, kiss you the words rang out through his mind as he swallowed hard. Onya glanced down at the cupboard she was looking in, she felt like banging her own head against the edge of it, How could I have been so STUPID? She asked herself, she cut almost feel the tension between her and Snape cutting into her like a sharp knife. She had no idea what to say to him to explain her words.
She took her head out of the cupboard and turned to face Snape, who was still standing up, looking at her.
" Erm, Professor? What I said before I-"
" Think nothing of it, now maybe you should go." Snape quickly answered her.
" It's just that I was thinking about my boyfriend and I said what I was thinking, about him. " She told him quickly before he could force her out. She wanted him to know why she had said it, although she hardly knew herself. The truth of the matter was that she didn't even have a boyfriend and certainly wasn't thinking of anyone she would like to kiss. Snape suddenly looked down and became extremely interested in his papers on his desk,
"Yes, obviously, but you still better go. Don't hurry coming back either." Snape told her coldly.
Onya nodded, made for the door and swiftly closed it tight behind her.
Snape was left alone in the dungeon, suddenly feeling more lonely than ever.
Of course she has a boyfriend, look at her for god's sake. Severus you disgust me. He told himself. He shook his head and listened to the patter of her footsteps slowly getting further and further away, until he could hear them no longer.
Onya glanced at her watch as she sat alone on the verge by the school lake, she had been out here for at least two hours but she didn't care, she loved it out there, the mild breeze blowing in her face. She realized she was supposed to be helping Severus with his classes but she didn't want to go back. Not now.
She took a deep sigh and closed her eyes.
Come on Onya, lets go and face him. She told herself as she slowly got up.
She made her way to the dungeon just in time to see a class of terrified first years coming form the dungeons. Onya smiled and rolled her eyes,
He must be like it to everyone then. She said to herself and carried on her way to the dungeon.
As she approached the entrance she lingered for a while, but after about 10 minutes of stalling outside the door, she finally ran out of logical reasons for not entering and creaked it open, although she was met by a very strange sight indeed
As she watched the students leave the room she breathed a sigh of relief. She knew there was not another class for another hour and a half, she was just about to break into a smile when the fact dawned upon her that she would be stuck with Snape for the next hour and a half.
Onya closed the door behind her and buried her head in her hands, she knew she had been a terrible assistant and teacher and felt as though she might as well give up straight away.
Snape turned to see her, she was standing facing the closed door, head in her hands, motionless. He felt a pain of guilt stab into him and looked around the classroom helplessly. After seconds that seemed like hours Snape slowly began to walk over to her. Snape walked over until he was facing her side. He bit his lower lip, he didn't know why he was so bothered by this, but this girl just seemed to understand him, and he had made it torture for her.
" Well -well done for, for today." He tried to tell her quickly, but the words stuck in his throat as he stuttered them out.
Onya took her head from her hands and looked up at him. She appreciated the slight comfort from his words and for a moment she just stared hard into his eyes. Snape looked back at her and suddenly realized they were staring into each other's eyes! His eyes widened in realization of the cliché and quickly broke eye contact, staring in the other direction.
Onya quickly recovered from the moment and blushed red, she turned to face the door in the awkward silence that followed.
Snape returned to behind his desk, all too aware he had to spend the next hour and a half alone with Onya. Snape looked up at Onya and realized he better give her something to do.
" So, what would you like to do now?"
" Kiss you" Onya automatically said, then gasped realizing what she had said.
Snape widened his eyes and stood up so fast he tripped himself up on his chair and fell down straight away.
Onya clapped a hand over her mouth and was jus about to see if he was okay when she saw him pop up from behind the desk, brushing himself down, blushing a violent red.
Onya tried to stop herself from laughing and blushing at the same time.
Snape glanced over at Onya, stifling her laughter, he hadn't forgot what she had said, kiss you the words rang out through his mind as he swallowed hard. Onya glanced down at the cupboard she was looking in, she felt like banging her own head against the edge of it, How could I have been so STUPID? She asked herself, she cut almost feel the tension between her and Snape cutting into her like a sharp knife. She had no idea what to say to him to explain her words.
She took her head out of the cupboard and turned to face Snape, who was still standing up, looking at her.
" Erm, Professor? What I said before I-"
" Think nothing of it, now maybe you should go." Snape quickly answered her.
" It's just that I was thinking about my boyfriend and I said what I was thinking, about him. " She told him quickly before he could force her out. She wanted him to know why she had said it, although she hardly knew herself. The truth of the matter was that she didn't even have a boyfriend and certainly wasn't thinking of anyone she would like to kiss. Snape suddenly looked down and became extremely interested in his papers on his desk,
"Yes, obviously, but you still better go. Don't hurry coming back either." Snape told her coldly.
Onya nodded, made for the door and swiftly closed it tight behind her.
Snape was left alone in the dungeon, suddenly feeling more lonely than ever.
Of course she has a boyfriend, look at her for god's sake. Severus you disgust me. He told himself. He shook his head and listened to the patter of her footsteps slowly getting further and further away, until he could hear them no longer.
Onya glanced at her watch as she sat alone on the verge by the school lake, she had been out here for at least two hours but she didn't care, she loved it out there, the mild breeze blowing in her face. She realized she was supposed to be helping Severus with his classes but she didn't want to go back. Not now.
She took a deep sigh and closed her eyes.
Come on Onya, lets go and face him. She told herself as she slowly got up.
She made her way to the dungeon just in time to see a class of terrified first years coming form the dungeons. Onya smiled and rolled her eyes,
He must be like it to everyone then. She said to herself and carried on her way to the dungeon.
As she approached the entrance she lingered for a while, but after about 10 minutes of stalling outside the door, she finally ran out of logical reasons for not entering and creaked it open, although she was met by a very strange sight indeed