A/N: This is pre-Harry.

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I came into his classroom just like I normally do. I smiled broadly as I saw him smiling at me from his desk. I walked over to him and leaned over on his desk.

I said, as softly as I could manage. What's my surprise?

He smiled back at me. It was an odd, crooked smile, like he wasn't used to smiling. Then I realized he probably wasn't.

He stood up, and rested his chin on his hands, and his elbows in the desk, and leaned towards me. He lifted one hand off the desk and touched my face gently. I could feel myself catch my breath. His hands were so unbelievably rough. But if felt so good. Like when you rub your skin with sugar scrub to thoroughly clean it. It felt so refreshing and cleansing. I closed my eyes and leaned closer to his face. I could smell a mixture of potion and iron descending from his robes. I could feel his heated breath against my face. I opened my mouth slightly, but suddenly, I could feel something pouring down my throat. I opened my eyes quickly, and Snape was standing there, holding a small glass vial. I tried to yell at him, but nothing came out.

No no, he said, smiling a bit. I didn't poison you. This potion is just to keep you silent for the complete duration of the detention. I hope you enjoy it. And don't worry, it doesn't hurt you at all. Once the clock strikes eleven, you'll have your voice back. Now sit down and be good.

I couldn't believe it. I was officially silenced. I glared at him the best I could, but I could tell he found it amusing, nothing more. Not threatening in the least bit. I started for my seat, but then I spied a piece of parchment someone probably left behind from his last hour. I grabbed it, and pulled a quill out of my bag. Then I started scribbling on it.

What the hell are you doing? he asked, walked towards me.

I lifted up the parchment.

I hate you

He laughed. That's my job, Harper.

I wrote some more.

Why did you do this?

Isn't that obvious? he asked. You couldn't keep your mouth shut. I know you don't enjoy it, but maybe you should have thought about that before you continuously disrespected me.

I wrote again.

Okay. I guess I sorta did. Sorry about that.

I doubt you really mean that, he said, and grabbed the parchment from my hands.

I frowned, and sat back down. I think I sat for about forty-five minutes or so until I got up.

Sit down, Harper, he said, not looking up from his book.

I walked over to him, and stood behind his chair.

I said sit down, he said, a little louder, but still not looking up.

I pulled out my quill, and wrote something on my hand. When he realized I was still up, he looked up from his book.

Harper, why won't you...

But before he could finish, I was running my hands along his arms, pressing my body against his back. He looked down, and saw my hand. He grabbed it, and held it up for him to read.

You need this

He looked up at me, half anger half confusion in his eyes. And what do I need, I dare ask?

I didn't answer. I couldn't. I could only show him. So I grabbed his arms, and pulled him up out of his chair. He just looked at me.

I laid both my hands on either side of his face. Then, before he could protest, I pulled his lips against mine. I expected him to pull away as soon as our lips touched, but he didn't. He just sort of stood there, not helping, not hindering. So I decided to be a little more assertive. My lips parted, and I let my tongue slide into his mouth. I could feel his tongue against mine, his chest pressed against me. I opened my eyes for a second, and saw his eyes closed gently, his expression relaxed. How far could I really push this?

I leaned in a little bit more, my left hand sliding to the buttons on his shirt. But just as I touched his chest, he grabbed my hand tightly. I could feel his slender fingers wrap around my small hand like snakes. He jerked himself away. I looked into his eyes, but I couldn't read his expression. I didn't have much time to read it though, because a second later, he slammed me up against the back wall, his lips pressed aggressively against mine.

I was so surprised I barely had time to close my eyes. I could feel his hands pressing against my shoulders. The ached, but I loved it. He ran his nails through my hair, catching on the tangled strands. My hands struggled to grasp his hands as they moved all over my body belligerently.

All of a sudden, he pulled away, his hands dropping so swiftly I almost fell over.

Don't stop, I moaned, reaching for him again.

He turned to me, then looked at the clock. It was 11:03.

Go now, he said, his eyes closed.

No, please, I begged. Just take me to your room. Real quick, then I'll leave. he roared. GET OUT, DAMN IT!

My eyes widened. I'd never seen him so...so intimidating. But I shook off my fear.

I ran over to him, and spun him around to face me.

I demand.

What the...What do you mean, w...Why did you do it if you were just going to do this?Do what? he asked, anger in his eyes.

Do this! This whole be mad at Meg' thing! Acting like you never wanted me to do what I did. Acting like...

He looked at me terribly sternly. His eyes were burning. Acting like you didn't do anything back.

His eyes suddenly softened. I never should have, he said. I could feel my heart sink. I'm sorry. It's just been so long. I couldn't help myself.

I looked down. I felt terrible. I had figured that he hadn't been that close to a woman in quite a long time. I'd taken advantage of that, just to win the bet. I couldn't bring myself to look in his eyes. I tried to apologize, but I couldn't speak. I finally get my voice back, and I can't say the stuff that's really important.

You should go now, he said.

I know, I said. I won't tell anyone, I added.

He didn't reply, so I headed for the door. But right before I left I turned back to him.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that, it was all for a bet, I didn't mean for this to happen like it did, I swear I'll never do it again as long as I live, I always do stuff like this, and I just need to stop, because it hurts people, and I'm just really sorry I took advantage of you like I did, I'm so sorry!

I shot him a quick glance. He was looking down, disbelief in his eyes. His mouth was slightly open and his eyes helpless.

Just get out of my sight.