Disclaimer: J.K.R. is tattooed on Harry's left butt cheek, not Slinky…grr.
Sorry it's short and it took awhile to update. It's short because I didnt' have time to finish the second half, which is what's taking me so long, but I wanted to update before Katrina hits. No telling when I'll get net access afterwards. Well I hope you like it! PLEASE REVIEW!
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Snape sat behind his desk, waiting impatiently for his apprentice to arrive. He hadn't stopped thinking about yesterday's incident since it had occurred. In all his thinking he had realized and accepted that, yes, he did have feelings for her, and yes, he did wish to have more than just a student teacher relationship with her. But that couldn't happen. She was, after all, his student.
He looked up when he heard the door to the dungeon open. Stella walked gracefully to the front row desk where a neon red potion sat boiling and emitting small puffs of white mist. She smiled and nodded to him in greeting as she set her things down and began working.
"Ms. O'Brian," he paused as he stood up, "my office, if you please."
"Just a moment professor. There are a few things that need to be added to this potion before I can abandon it," she replied slowly chopping up myrtle leaves.
"Your potion will be just fine for a few minutes."
"Yes, but knowing the nature of the discussion you undoubtedly have in mind, we will be in your office for more than just a few minutes." She still didn't look up at him, as she continued adding and chopping various ingredients for the potion beside her.
Snape opened his mouth slightly but shout it before anyone could notice. Clearing his throat quietly, he walked to the door to his right and entered his office to wait once again.
It wasn't long before she had finished, and seated herself in the high-backed chair opposite him. They were both silent for a moment, Snape gathered his thoughts while Stella looked intently at him waiting for him to speak. He had thought about what he would say several times, but now that she was here before him, he couldn't manage to string his words together properly.
"I already know what you are going to say," she stated unexpectedly.
Snape opened his mouth to say something but she cut him off. "You are going to say that I am your student and this can not happen. Such things are inappropriate."
He sat there hiding the feeling of mild shock running through his mind. The way she had read his mind without using legilimency was almost scary.
"However," she continued, "now that we both know how the other feels, ignoring it would get in the way of our work just as much, if not more than it would, if we did start a relationship."
Snape finally wrenched his jaw open before she could cut him off again. "That does not change the facts. You are my student, and it would still be highly inappropriate."
Before he could protest further or even realize she had moved, he felt her lips against his. He tried to protest but the moment he parted his lips, she took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. He knew better than to do this, she was his apprentice after all. But despite what he knew, he didn't push her away. All his many years of carefully practiced self-control as he, once again, began to kiss her back. He stood up and kissed her with more passion than he'd felt in a great many years. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, snaking one hand up the back of his neck and entwining her fingers in the dark locks of his hair. The feel of her hand on his neck and scalp gave him goosebumps.
He knew he couldn't deny her again, especially after this. They had passed the point of no return a few minutes ago.
Stella's POV
A few more moments went by before Stella pulled away. She knew she had to tell him now. He didn't push her off so now she had to be all in, and tell him before he found out the hard way. He watched her curiously, but she kept her eyes fixed on his abdomen, her hands fiddling with one of his buttons. She tried to slow her breathing but she could feel his eyes grazing her face, making her heart race.
"I…" She stopped as she felt his hands lightly graze over a spot on her back. She couldn't do this. She just couldn't.
Without a second thought she ran out of his office, grabbed her bag and left the dungeons as fast as she could. She didn't look back until she reached the apprentice's dorms on the second floor. Oh shit! she thought as she collapsed on to a couch.
Snape's POV
Snape watched as she fingered one of the buttons on his robes. She was even prettier than before, he thought. Her lips were a darker red and swollen, her cheeks were flushed pink, and she was breathing heavier than normal.
He rubbed her back gently trying to calm her nerves and get her to speak. "I…" She stopped as his fingers brushed across a slightly raised spot on her back. A scar? Her eyes grew slightly wider and she ran out of his office. Before he could even blink she had left, and he heard the dungeon's door swing closed behind her. His emotions were changing quickly from confusion, to shock, to hurt, and then to anger as he stood rooted to the spot she had left him at.
In a sudden fit of anger he grabbed an ink bottle off his desk and threw it across the room. It hit one of his many jarred objects causing both the bottle and jar to break. Ink and potion mingled together and dripped to the floor, as Snape fell back into his chair. What the hell?
Smack. The object that was in the now broken jar hit the floor and burst.
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Well, I hope it wasn't too crappy. Tell me what you think in a REVIEW! please?
