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Note: I know the last chapter was a bit lame, but it's my first fanfiction ever and I think it's important to give a bit of a background before jumping into action...
Chapter Two: Thoughts
Amy waited for the door to open. She knew better not to enter without being asked to. Just when she thought that her Potions master was not there, the door to the dungeon opened and from inside came Snape's voice.
"Come in, Miss Weasley."
Amy entered the room and looked around. She had only been in here two times before. Once, in her first year, because the former Potions teacher, Professor Froggs, had acknowledged her talent for Potion making and gave her a very interesting book for some extra reading, and once last year, to ask Professor Snape whether he could tell her some books she could read to prepare for her O.W.L. Now, Snape was sitting behind his desk, a toad in a terrarium in front of him and several samples of what Amy was sure was the Freezing Draft they had brewed this morning. He indicated at the table on the other side of his desk.
"Sit down, Miss Weasley."
Amy looked slightly startled as Snape had not once looked up from his work. How did he know it was her, even before the door had opened?
"You should work more to control you sensimensmagus powers. I heard your thoughts as clearly as if you were shouting them into my ear. Now, I suppose your brother has told you that I demand of every pupil who wants to do a N.E.W.T. in my class to see me."
"Yes sir."
"Well," he said, finally looking up, his black eyes piercing into hers. "As you have always received top grades in my class, I see have no objections to this. It might interest you that you received one hundred and twenty- five percent in your Ordinary Wizarding Level. However, this should not stop from giving your best in future. I expect you to continue with your work as usual."
"Yes, sir."
Snape nodded slightly. "Very well, you may leave."
"Yes, sir."
Amy got up from the chair and had already reached the door, her hand reaching the handle, when Snape spoke once more.
"Miss Weasley?"
Amy turned around, one eyebrow raised.
"You should really work harder on controlling your powers. People might use your thoughts against you."
"Yes, sir."
She left the dungeon and closed the door behind her. Snape cared if people used her thoughts against her? Still wondering about this, she realised she was, again, not even trying to seal her mind and hurried of to the Gryffindor common room, trying to think of nothing but getting there as fast as possible. Out of breath she reached the portrait of the Fat Lady.
"You know, as a Prefect you should not be running in the corridors. You're supposed to give an example to younger students," the portrait said reproachfully.
"Mandragora," said Amy and the portrait swung back and let her get into the common room.
Amy spotted her brothers at once. They were sitting by the window, deeply absorbed in conversation. Amy walked over to them and slumped down in a chair next to Charlie.
"Hey, what did Snape say?" her twin asked.
"Oh, nothing particular. Well, he said I should try to control my thoughts better."
"Did he?" said Bill, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, well, he said people might use them against me."
"Funny, isn't it? I can't remember Snape ever caring about his students."
"Hey, maybe he fancies you!" Charlie laughed.
"Oh, shut up!" Amy exclaimed.
"You like him?" Bill asked, patting her knee.
"No! Well, I don't know. There's something about him... but..."
Charlie had stopped laughing. He and Bill were staring straight at their sister.
"Oh, I'm going to bed!" Amy stood up and rushed of to the girls' dormitory, rather pink in the face.
The boys looked after her quite perplexed.
"She fancies Snape!" Charlie breathed.
"Definitely," said Bill, whose mouth dropped open.
Amy found it very hard that night to fall asleep. She was concentrating very hard on keeping her thoughts to her, but at the same time seemed to feel the emotions of the whole Gryffindor House, if not even of the whole school. Her head was soon aching so hard she got out of bed again and drank a glass of water. Only it didn't seem to help much. When she got up the next morning she hadn't slept for more than an hour. Her headache was as bad as it had been during the night and when she finally fainted during Herbology Professor Sprout had to let Charlie take her to the hospital wing. After some hours, Amy was able to go back to the common room – thanks to some sleep and a bit of Madam Pomfrey magical headache potion. She met Bill in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady.
"What was up with you? You're ok? Charlie said something about a headache," he asked looking at her with concern written in his eyes.
"Thoughts," she said simply. "Mandragora."
They entered the common room and sat down in their usual spot by the window. Charlie was already there.
"What do you mean? Thoughts?" Bill asked curiously.
"Well, I was concentrating very hard on keeping my thoughts to myself, but then I couldn't concentrate on keeping the emotions of others away from me."
"How come you can't? I've been doing it for ages?"
"I don't know. I'm doing it right now, I just sometimes seem to forget."
"So you're fine again, aren't you?"
"Yeah. Well, reckon we should start on our homework?"
She pulled her books, parchment and quills out of her bag and started working. Slowly the common room emptied as more and more people went into their dormitories. Finally there were just the three Weasleys left.
"Oh, I nearly forgot," said Charlie when he put down his quill shortly after midnight. "Snape was asking where you were."
"Did he? What did he say?" Amy looked up from her essay for Professor Binns.
"Something like 'Where is Miss Weasley? She shouldn't be away too long, she might loose track.' The usual grumpy stuff."
"Oh. Okay."
Bill put down his quill as well. "What did you expect? If you want to know whether he fancies you or not, just read his feelings."
"First of all, I don't read feelings, I sense them. And I'd never do that!"
"But you do fancy him, don't you?" Charlie teased her.
"Oh fine, so I do."
"Creepy."
"So what?"
"Now Amy, don't get upset," Bill said. "It's fine, it's you're heart, nobody can be blamed for his emotions."
"Well, okay, but I'm not getting upset. I'm going to bed." Amy got up und climbed the staircase to her dormitory.
Now that Amy had finally admitted to her brothers that she did feel something for Snape she found it quite hard to concentrate on anything at all, especially at Potions. The next lesson she found herself staring at her potion without taking any notice that it was already finished. In the Great Hall during breakfast she kept staring up at the staff table until Charlie pushed her so hard in the ribs that she spilled the coffee she was holding all over her plate.
Two weeks later she was already dreaming about Snape with open eyes whenever she could risk it. If she hadn't been so good at Potions she might have blown up the whole dungeon, with her eyes fixed on her teacher. In the afternoon on the same day, the were taken outside by Professor Kettleburn to the edge of the Forbidden Forest to find feed Bowtruckles as there seemed to be a natural low on woodlice these days. Amy and Charlie crossed the grounds, shortly followed by a group of Slytherin girls. Just when Amy was stopping to think of Snape, he crossed their way on his way up to the castle. Isn't he just gorgeous, Amy thought. Charlie stopped dead, staring at her, and behind her one of the girls tripped over her own feet.
"Amy!" Charlie exclaimed.
Amy was white in the face as she realised what had happened. "Oh dear..." she mumbled and hurried off to get to class faster, trying to avoid the stares and ugly grins of the Slytherin girls as they reached the edge of the forest.
