Disclaimer: I'm not even going to say it...
Well this chapter is for Eric because I couldn't go to his house today. Plus... he's Italian so I had to. "Ahh... dem Italians..."
Written in deep blood red ink this shimmering message appeared:
"Oh how I wish I could wrap my fingers around your neck and squeeze until your blood trickles over my hands..."
She dropped the note and backed away like it was infected. Turning, she ran and burst the door leading to the common room open.
Hazel didn't notice anything around her... she just wanted to get out. Her vision was blurred by the thick salty tears leaking from her eyes. When she was out of the Gryffindor common room she slowed her run to a walk and then just fell to the ground and leaned up against the corridor wall to catch her breath.
Everything was happening so fast that she couldn't comprehend. It seemed as though everyone was against her. Two simple words filled with every ounce of emotion she had left escaped her lips.
"Why me..." she closed her eyes and pulled her knees to her breast.
Then without notice she felt a cold shiver run up her spine. As she opened her eyes she saw a whirl of colors around her and she was spinning into darkness.
Suddenly she felt her back hit a cold stone floor. When she got up she saw a very unfriendly face sitting at a desk in front of her. Professor Snape.
"You're late for your detention Miss Sterling. I thought I would bring you here myself." He drawled with hatred and evilness.
"Sorry... Professor..." Hazel said nervously and stood up dusting her robes off. The dungeons really were disgusting.
"Now what sort of punishment shall I make you endure?" Snape had an excited look on his face and he was smirking like a certain other Slytherin.
"Ummm... I thought I was here for extra lessons.... Because my grade is so low..." Hazel was kind of scared by his facial expressions.
"Oh... yes. That is what I said." Snapes devilish grin was spreading across his face. "you know what... you look so much like your mother." When he said this he got up from his desk violently pushing his chair against the wall. Hazel had never seen his eyes like this... burning with desire. She was terrified.
As he advanced her she tried to back away but she ran into a table behind her. She was trapped in between a very aroused looking Snape and a table. Frantically searching for somewhere to escape to she stalled for time.
"Now see here! Whatever freakish obsession you had on my mother is no reason to take it out on me. I am not my mother." Hazel's voice was raising and her nervousness was obvious.
"Oh, but you are more like your mother than you realize... the same dazzling eyes, seductive curves, shining chestnut hair." Snape raised his hand as to stroke her hair but lowered it in anger. "I can control myself no longer! It has been torture this past year seeing you sit there in my potions class so much like Valancy. Since I couldn't have her... I must have you! To be finally satisfied!"
Just as he wrapped his hand around her waist and pushed her against the desk the door opened and Hazel let out a scream.
"Professor! I'm sorry if I'm interrupting any.... Hazel?" Exclaimed a confused Draco. "What's going on here? Are you ok Hazel?" she heard real concern in his voice and pushed Snape out of the way.
"He... he... tried to..." her voice trailed off as she realized what was just about to happen.
She walked over to Draco standing in the doorway. Looking into his eyes she saw something she never saw before in his eyes... true feeling. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and heaved a sigh of relief.
Draco was shocked by her behavior and slowly put his around her. "Professor... what's wrong with you?" he spat disgusted.
Snape just lowered his head and moved over to his desk and sat down. "I suggest you leave now Mr. Malfoy."
"Let's go Hazel..." and with that Draco led her out of the dungeons.
As they were walking down the corridors to the great hall Hazel stopped and stood still with a confused look on her face.
"Why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?" she asked him with anger in her voice. "I thought I was just some pretty whore."
"Look... I'm sorry abo..." but when he started to speak she cut him off.
"No! You have done nothing but torment me all year long. Why should I believe you?" she placed her hand on her hip and faced him with the memories of all the hateful things he said to her running through her head.
"Oh this is a nice way to thank someone who just saved you from being molested!" he spat at her and walked off into the great hall leaving her standing there shaking with anger.
Suddenly she felt a spell hit her back and everything around her became dark...Mwahahahaahahhahahaha! I love doing this. Review!