"Miss Granger, isn't much past your bedtime?" whispered a voice from the darkness.
Cordelia jumped. Out from a rosebush came Severus Snape, draped in his normal flowing black robes. A tear was dripping from his cheek. Cordelia first withdrew first, but strangely, her revulsion disappeared. She no longer feared this ex-Death Eater, since she'd found him crying over a rejection from Fleur Delacour. It was his love for her that had turned her away.
Now, she reached her hand to his face and wiped away the tear. At her touch, Snape closed his eyes as though he was feeling ecstasy. Without warning, his lips were on her, his hands upon her waist, and his heart at her feet. Cordelia barely realized what she was doing. Maybe it was the heat, but she found herself in Snape's room. His hands caressed her body as he kissed her lips. Their bodies were one, together. Limbs entwined, they fell onto the bed and into a deep sleep, awkward, yet not unwanted.
When she regained consciousness, Cordelia found herself in a black robe, alone in an unfamiliar bed.
"Cordelia…"
"Oh my gosh, what have I done," Cordelia gasped, staring into the eyes of her Potion's professor.
Snape looked tense, but extremely joyous as he gazed into her eyes. He was wearing a black robe also.
"Last night was…" he began.
"A MISTAKE!" Cordelia cried, wishing she could disapparate.
She jumped away from the terrible bed and ran from the room. Thankfully it was a lazy Saturday. The halls were deserted so she made a clear dash for the Baths.
After a long bath, Cordelia felt more relaxed, but the reality of her situation was hanging in the back of her mind. How would she be able to go on in that class? She surely could not tell a soul about her mistake. If word got out, her future would be dimmed and everywhere she'd be made a fool.
Classes resumed on Monday, but to her relief, Snape was no where to be seen. Professor McGonagall did the best she could to take up the class, explaining that Professor Snape was not feeling himself.
"Snape's always sick these days. What's his problem?" Molly wondered aloud, as they finished their lunch.
"Well, I heard he used to drink his own potions!" Lee Chang exclaimed, putting his arm around Molly.
"You wish Chang!" Molly snapped.
Cordelia had to laugh since she knew Molly was definitely attracted to Chang. She wished she had someone to love.