Ok, here's the second part of a supposed three part story. I found this part more humorous than the last. I made the first part so heavy to explain their relationship and it gets more explained through this one...just not in Snape's bedroom.

Title: Enchantment Part 2
Author: Mekare Melenova
Rating: PG-13
Note: None of these characters are mine; They're J.K. Rowling's and I'm poor and remain poor. I don't get paid to do this, thanks.

Enchantment, Part Two
By: Mekare Melenova

I could hear the sound of footsteps above me and groaned. It couldn't be morning already. What the hell happened last night, I thought, sitting up and opening the curtains around my bed.

"Quiet down will you? I've got a bloody hangover," said a voice behind me.

"Oh, shit," I said, turning to find Igor Karkaroff laying with naught but a sheet draped over his thin frame. My head was throbbing and I felt like just running to the loo and puking my brains out. "Igor! Get out of my bed and get dressed! It's bloody nine o'clock."
With a groan, my lover shifted his weight and fell back into the pillows. I hastily jumped out of bed and started dressing. Classes would have already started. What would the students do?

"Professor? Are you sick?" asked a young male's voice from behind the chamber door.

Struggling with my shirt and quickly tucking it into my pants, I didn't answer. Maybe the student would go away, I hoped. He'd just think I wasn't inside. Igor slunk off the other side of the bed toward the pile of clothes that still lay beside a chair and he sluggishly began putting them on.

There was another knock at the door.

"Go the feck away, damn you!" yelled Karkaroff.

But the student didn't go away. The next thing I heard was the clicking of a door and a gasp. I spun on the spot and saw a bright blonde head peeking through the open door.

"Oh- I uh-"

"Draco get out of here!" I yelled.

Karkaroff didn't seem to notice the problem and drawled, "No, stay: the more the merrier."

"Sir, I was just-"

"I don't care what you were doing. Get back up to class before I have to take points from my own house, damn it!" I growled, flicking my wand toward the door. "And tell everyone I'll only be a few minutes late."

The door slammed and I threw on my overcoat mumbling, "Great. Just fucking fantastic! I hope you're pleased Igor."

He grasped his white hair and groaned, "Severus, keep it down will you? My head feels like it's going to explode."

"Get back to your students as soon as you can see straight. I don't want to see you again for a week, do you hear me? Or this business will be everywhere."

"Fine... fine..." he said, waving his hand dismissively.

I hurried out the door and ran down the hallways. I rushed into my Potions class just in time to see Draco pull his face away from a circle in which he'd been chatting with his two fat friends. "Ten points from both houses!" I cried.

"Why, Professor?" "But that's not fair!" "You were late!" They all exclaimed. Potter especially.

"Silence Potter, or I will not only deduce more points, you'll have detention with me for two weeks."

The class went by smoothly, it seemed. Draco blushed every time he looked at me, but besides that it seemed nothing else had happened. I thought I would be sick any moment. More than once the room spun. So I had the students concoct a restorative draught for me. They bottled their samples and left. The only one I trusted out of the lot of them was Hermione Granger's. The smart-alecky little Mudblood was better than the whole lot of them at almost everything, but I'd never admit that to her.

I felt much better by dinner and got to bed early the next day without any interrogation from Dumbledore or any of the rest of the staff.

It was well past the first task and close to the second task when I next saw Karkaroff. I was chaperoning at the Yule Ball, watching the Champions from each school dancing to start everyone off. After the first half-hour, when nothing had gone wrong, I retired to the garden. The stars shone brightly. I saw two figures in the distance and took out my wand.

"Lumos!" I stated. Cho Chang from Ravenclaw and Cedric Diggory from Hufflepuff showed clearly before me. I smirked and said, "Ten points from both houses. Get back inside and behave yourselves."

The two fled like ants from water back into the Great Hall. I smiled with grim satisfaction. If I had my way, and if Dumbledore didn't interfere this year, Slytherin would have the trophy held so long by Griffyndor.

"Severus! Severus! You've got to see this! This is terrible!" came Igor's voice from the dark. He grabbed my arm and wrenched me around, slapping me in the face with a newspaper. In a frustrated whisper he said, "I don't know how she's done it, but she's found out. They've published it in the Quibbler!"

"Igor, you know no one takes the Quibbler seriously!" I whispered back, taking the paper from his hands. On the front in big, bold letters was the title: Death Eaters, after the Fall of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named!. "And this doesn't necessarily mean that we've been found out. It could just be a misunderstanding."

"A misunderstanding? Severus! There are pictures!" and with this, he flipped to a centerfold of the two of us doing something that looked all but anatomically impossible. "Is that a misunderstanding?"

"Quiet! Someone will hear you! It doesn't matter. No one reads the Quibbler, so I don't see what there is to fuss about, Igor," I said, throwing the magazine on the ground and pointing my wand at it. It burned quickly to a pile of ash.

"Severus, you cannot pretend this isn't happening?" Kakaroff's voice sounded anxious and hushed, as though he was finally keen not to be overheard. "It's been getting clearer and clearer for months. I am becoming seriously concerned, I can't deny it--"

"Then flee," I said curty. "Flee--I will make your excuses. I, however, am remaining at Hogwarts!"

I turned away to leave him behind in the garden, but then saw the silhouettes of more students and brandished my wand, blasting the rosebushes apart. Squeals issued from many of the bushes, and dark shapes emerged from them. I called down Fawcett and Stebbins and then saw, much to my grief, Potter and his friend Weasley hiding in the bushes. No doubt they were eavesdropping and had heard something.

"And what are you two doing?"

"We're walking," Weasley said snappily. "Not against the law is it?"

"Keep walking, then!" I snarled, brushing past the two of them. Karkaroff followed after me. As soon as we were out of hearing distance I growled, "Wonderful! Now Potter and Weasley suspect as well. We'll have the whole blooming country aware of our relationship before nightfall."

"But I won't leave you, Severus. I love you! I can't let you go again!" Igor cried.

I stopped dead in my tracks.

"What did you just say?"

"I won't leave..."

I glared at him, "No, Igor, the other part."

"I love you? How can you doubt that? I told you when we were younger. Back when we were under Voldemort's control and he was rampaging the country. I remember every single one of those nights when you held me in your arms. We couldn't keep our hands off of one another! We were insatiable! And every time I kissed you, I loved you more!" He grabbed my upper arms and looked deep into my eyes, his silver brows furrowed in earnest sincerity. "Can't you believe me when you hear the words, Severus?"

"Not when I'm sure you're blind or drunk... so which are you right now?" I said, wrenching my arms from him. I'd had quiet enough of this Yule Ball. I was going back to my room again, locking the door, and not opening it for anyone.