Yay for fan fictions! I didn't work long on this, but I'm beginning to like the story and I might continue it and make it a super long story filled with love and muffins. Just read it and review, so I can know what to fix in it and make it even better then this quick piece of work already is.
Potions Class. For some it could be the worst time of day at Hogwarts. For others it could be a time to learn a new thing each day, looking forward to a career later in life. And others, it could be a total bliss to be able to watch the Gryffindors humiliated by the infamous potion teacher, Severus Snape.
"Potter I assume there is enough brain cells in that skull of yours that you would be able to make a potion that a First Year could easily create!" Snape shouted, the dank dungeon walls making the sound echo to a menacing, scolding voice. Then again, this Professor didn't need the stony walls to make his voice more demanding and colder then it already was.
Giggles scattered across the room as a black haired boy slouched down in his stool, hair falling into his face and glasses strewn over his features, the end of the black locks smoldering slightly. Snape tapped his foot impatiently as his obsidian eyes glared down at the student who was muttering up an apology. Most would think that Harry Potter would be able to look Severus in the eye and apologize after seven years, but to no avail the boy sat there stuttering away.
"I-I'm sorry P-professor Snape. I w-wasn't paying a...attention." He said meekly, before lifting his shimmering emerald eyes up to stare at the heartless black orbs of Severus. A long smirk crossed over the thin lips of the teacher, which normally didn't mean anything pleasant.
"Apparently Potter. For this mess you have made..." He started off and waved his hand to the black pile of ash that once was a black cauldron. "...I shall be taking 25 points from Gryffindor, and detention tonight." He said and spun around on the heel of his shiny black dress shoe. His cloak fluttered about his tall lean frame as he made his way back up to the desk at the front of the room.
The snickering continued as all of the 17 year old students turned to look at the red faced boy. A single girl in particular, a Slytherin, gave a sneer that matched Severus's. Her black hair was cropped short, lightly touching her shoulders and a few strands fell into her pale features. Brown eyes stared out from beneath her bangs and her glossy lips were pulled back enough to show perfectly white straight teeth. Her tie was loosened slightly and sleeves rolled up to show equally pale arms, and a black mark along her forearm. One couldn't be sure what it was, seeing as it was covered by what appeared to be quite a bit of concealer, or magic. Her legs were crossed at her knees and she leaned back in her chair, twirling her 12 inch long wand between long fingers.
"Good job Potter, maybe next time the flames will envelope you and my troubles will finally be gone." She said and the smirk returned to her lips as she looked at him over her shoulder. She watched Potter stand from his position and slam his fists onto the table. The girl simply giggled and let all four chair legs slam back onto the ground, turning to face him better.
"Shut up Matthews!" Harry growled and the girl let her head fall back and a laugh erupted from her lips. After her moment of enjoyment she shifted glinting brown eyes back to the grown boy. After a few moments she pulled herself to her feet and spaced her feet evenly out as she faced him, wand now clutched between her fingers.
"I don't like your tone Potter. Perhaps I can put a stop to it." She retorted and lifted her wand. "Silencio" The simple word was muttered beneath her breath and she giggled madly as she noticed Harry fighting to let a word escape his lips. The wand then continued to twirl through her fingers as she rested her weight on one foot, her unoccupied hand coming to rest along her hips.
"Catherine, don't get upset because Harry won the Quidditch match and you didn't!" Hermoine yelled and lightly wrapped am arm around Harry to keep him from lunging over the table towards Catherine. His green eyes flashed with anger as Hermione took her wand out and muttered the counter curse. The minute his lips were open, his vocal cords began to work.
"Matthews I should kill you!" he said and his fingers turned white from their grip on the burnt table. His stopped from just getting his foot onto the table and Catherine felt a shadow over her shoulder. A smirk crossed over her lips and she looked like she had indeed won this round.
"Good luck Potter." She replied tartly and turned to face her favorite teacher, before feeling his fingers grip into her shoulder and press lightly. Catherine froze a moment as she felt this slightly demanding grip, and knew that this could not be the greatest possible situation.
"Class dismissed." He spoke in a voice that could make a grown man cry with terror. Catherine cringed a bit as she heard the voice, and the fingers never releasing the grip on her shoulder.
She shifted her glinting brown eyes to Draco as he picked her bag up and began to place objects into the messenger bag. She nodded her thanks to him and watched the students filter out of the room. After they had left the room, leaving Catherine and Snape together, she bit her lip. A few more moments she felt his arm move behind her and the door to the dungeon slammed shut. After that the fingers wrapped tightly around her neck and drug her towards the desk. She was slightly thrown towards the object but regained her balance. Growling lightly she tucked her wand behind her ear and shifted her eyes to Snape as he stood behind the desk, away from her claws.
"What do you want Severus?" She asked coldly, a clear edge to her words as they lashed out across the table towards his own ears. He rose a single eyebrow towards her and gently placed his hands on his desk and leaned forward towards her.
"Excuse me Ms. Matthews?" He spoke and she narrowed brown eyes, before pulling her hues away from him and folding her arms stubbornly across her chest. A few black strands slipped past her willow wand and she continued to stare past him towards the wall. From the corner of her eyes she could see a smirk crawling along his lips and her eyes shot back to him.
"I have a class to attend, one a bit more important then talking to you." She retorted to him and kept her arms folded at she continued to stare at him. He returned her stare with an equally cold one, before leaning backwards a bit and tucking a long greasy strand of hair behind his ear.
"First Catherine, you will not to speak to me as that. Second of all, do not think I enjoy taking you aside for our little chats. It is not my choice and you know that, so do not mouth off to me, or I would gladly place a spell on your little lips as you did to Potter today." He spoke to her, although his voice seemed sweet, his black orbs clearly told a different story. He slowly reached his hands behind his back and clasped them there. He then stalked his way around the desk until he was standing before Catherine, staring down at her from a much higher height.
"I speak to you however I feel. Besides, it's not like you can get rid of me." She said smartly and smirked up to him, her hands now moving to position themselves along her hips. She noticed him raise his eyebrow once more and she found it quite amusing.
He simply nodded his head a bit and before she could register what was happening, his hand snatched out and gripped her wrist within his long cold fingers. She grunted slightly and pulled her hand away from him, now growling. She watched him turn her wrist over so the smeared black mark was visible. A chuckle was heard from his form and a long finger came up to wipe along the mark, dragging a line of concealer with it. He then lifted his hand up and stared at his powdery finger. His finger came to run along her cheek, creating a line along her face and she narrowed brown eyes towards him.
"Trying to hid it? From whom? Harry Potter? I should hope you are not scared the boy will see it. And what of Draco, my dear god-son? I doubt he would think differently of you." He spoke and his fingers continued to run along the black mark until a picture of a skull, with a snake wrapped around it was seen along her arm. She bit her lip and turned her eyes away from the dull black mark. Every since Voldemort had been defeated by Harry the previous year the mark had faded to a grayish color, yet still visible.
"No. I just didn't want anyone to know I was a part of it is all! It's not like it was my decision Severus!" She yelled towards him, cheeks flushing red in her fury. She ripped her arm away from his loosening grip and turned around from him. Her feet quickly carried her out of the room and down the hallway.
As she walked she didn't care who she bumped into as her fingers pulled her shirt sleeves down over her arms to hid the horrid reminder of her parents hate for herself. She shook her head and reached her fingers up to pull her wand from behind her ear and place it within her black cloak. She straightened her tie up and slowly came to a stop near the grand staircase. Lightly biting her lip she scowled and dashed up the staircase, jumping over a small gap as one of them began to move. She ignored pictures that spoke to her as she climbed higher and higher, until the last towards was reached, just beneath the empty Divination classroom.
A sigh escaped Catherine's lips and she walked to the window sill, taking a seat and kicking the window open so the hair gently blew her black strands of hair from her pale features. She wasn't scared of how far down she would fall as she let her body lean just against the edge of the window. No, she wasn't concerned with any of that as she sat there, enjoying the calmness of being alone. She didn't need a reminder of the mark on her arm, and she didn't need to be talked to with the man she lived with. It wasn't a love affair or anything of the sort, she was simply under the protection of him. A lot of Death Eaters weren't extremely happy with her after she had knocked Harry away from a green bolt of light, Avada Kedavra.
She jumped a bit as she heard footsteps climbing the tower and she turned her body so her back was facing the window and her legs were hanging into the room. She reached her fingers into her cloak incase she needed to reach for her wand and let a growl come from her drying lips as she noticed a particular blonde haired man come into the room with her bag.
"What the hell Draco, why aren't you at Quidditch practice?" She asked, standing up to take a few steps closer to him. Her hand snatched forward and grabbed her bag from his fingers, which he didn't object to. She noticed him look down at her with a calmed look and she sighed, tossing her bag behind her and running her fingers through her hair.
"He bugged you about it again didn't he?" Draco asked, knowing exactly why she was more irritated then usual. She barred her teeth towards him and spun around to face the window, her hands coming down to rest along her sides, fingertips lightly running along her thighs. She just nodded her head and spun around quickly, hair whipping around her face and cheeks still a red color. Her face was glistening slightly and tears streamed from her eyes down her face.
"I hate him! He knows how much it hurts to talk about it and he provokes me and continues to pester me about it. Not only that but I have to live with him for protection I don't need!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. Birds that had made their home in the rafters of the top tower scattered out and Draco took three giant steps towards her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pulling her close to his body.
"Cat, calm down alright. You can come and live with me over the summer. Me and Severus's homes are close by, and he would be there if anything went wrong, alright?" Draco whispered into the girl's hair as she leaned against him, still sobbing and soaking his shirt through. She simply nodded her head against him and finally reached her fingers up to grab onto his back and pull him closer to her as her sobs continued into his chest.