He has locked me in my room! I have been in here for like a week! I am totally freaking out and he isn't letting me get on with my plan. I am really angry at him. In fact I got so angry that when he let me out to use the bathroom I stomped on his foot. He shoved me back into the room angrily and didn't let me out for like six hours. I was really close to peeing my pants, I didn't.

"If I let you out you are not to stamp on my foot or I will hex you into oblivion," Snape warned from behind the door.

"No promises," I called back. There was silence and then I heard him walking away. "Alright I wont stomp on your foot. Let me out of here before I ruin this bedspread!" I called hurriedly. He was going to make me beg for anything I wanted. It must turn him on. Whatever.

The door creaked open and Snape stood there. "Well come on," he snarled and I walked out of the room and across the hall to the bathroom. "I will be right back. When you are done go back to your room."

"Whatever," I snapped and slammed the door in his face. I could still see his shadow outside the door. "I asked you like a million times to not stand outside the door when I am in here. I have performance issues and I simply can not pee if I know you're standing there! You are going to give me a urinary tract infection! Where the hell am I going to run to?"

There were footsteps and he walked away. I waited another minute and I heard footsteps coming back. I snarled and opened the door angrily. A sight I never thought I would see met my eyes.

"Oh my god!" I cried looking at Snape. He turned pink and covered himself behind a curtain. "Are you wearing jeans? And a t-shirt? Let me see," I said trying to pull him from behind the curtains. "Sexy."

Snape looked livid. "Just get back into the bathroom," he finally managed to snarl.

"You have biceps," I said grabbing at them.

"Stop it," Snape snarled pushing me away.

"Are you wearing perfume? Oh my goodies you are gay! I knew it!" I cried happily. "Ginny owes me a galleon."

"Excuse me? I am only worth a galleon?" Snape said and in spite of himself he was angry. "I am not gay! For the last time I am not gay!"

"What's with the bedroom?" I asked placing my hands on my hips.

"It isn't mine," Snape sputtered.

"Voldemort?" I gasped. "Malfoy?"

"No!" Snape roared.

"Its alright. I wont tell anyone what you Death Eaters do in your spare time," I said giggling. Snape reached for me but refused to come out from behind the curtain. I stepped out of his reach.

"We don't do that in our spare time," Snape muttered angrily. "Now if you would please get into the bathroom so I can just go back to my room."

"No I don't think so," I said folding my arms. "Six hours should be enough."

"Granger," Snape roared.

"Now tell me my dear boy. What possessed you to wear this? Do you have a date? Can I meet her and explain my situation to her? Or him," I added with a wink. "Does this lady mind that you have a slave that you plan on killing in September? Does she mind that I will probably ruin her clothes in the washer by accident?" Snape looked furious.

"Alright that is it," Snape said stepping out from behind the curtain. I couldn't help gape slightly. Sure he was almost forty and he was keeping my captive. Sure he has expressed the urge to kill my dozens of times. Sure he showed me the hex he would use. Alright and he locks me in my room so I ALMOST pee my pants. But in those pants he could do anything he wanted. I have never seen a better looking person in jeans. Besides myself. And Orlando Bloom. Snape looks well toned. Plus I can see that the myth about noses is true. "What?" Snape asked looking at me strangely.

"Nothing," I said trying to think clearly. "I'm just going to go pee." I walked into the bathroom in a daze. Suddenly I feel revolted. I just had a sexual urge for Snape. Not just any Snape. Evil Snape. The one who killed Dumbledore and is holding me captive. The Snape who made fun of my teeth. But just because he's evil doesn't mean I cant admire he body and want to shag him senseless. I mean look at Malfoy. Evil, conceited git. Hot as a brick oven. I wouldn't push him out of bed. Of course he would have to be in my bed to begin with and that wouldn't happen. I peed and washed my hands still thinking about what my libido was doing to me. I opened the door and saw Snape was still standing there.

"Get back in your room," Snape said pointing to it.

"Are you going partying?" I asked trying to not go back in that room.

"I thought you had performance issues," Snape shot back.

"Pervert," I snapped and slammed the bathroom door shut angrily.

"Open the door," Snape called banging on it. It flew open and I glanced around the hallway. All the other doors had popped open. Snape seemed to be reading my mind and raced me down the stairs. He slammed the front door shut as I ran into the kitchen. I would have made it too had I not wax the floor an hour before. We both slipped to the floor with a tremendous thud. I still attempted to get to the door but Snape shut it.

"I hate you!" I screamed as loud as I could. Then I had another tantrum. This was one of my better ones. I stamped around for about fifteen minutes in such a rage I didn't realize I had literally screamed myself hoarse. It wasn't until I stopped for a minute that I realized my voice was gone and my throat was throbbing in agony. I still rasped evil things at him. Things I had heard my parents yell at each other in the heat of the moment. Then I began to speak to him in French. Yelling real awful things I used to call my parents when they grounded me. Snape stood there and took it all. In fact he looked somewhat amused that it annoyed me even more and I yelled louder, well as loud as I could. When my voice was no longer an option I began to fling things at him. I picked up a toaster and chucked it at him. He ducked and came up looking angry. That only fueled me to chuck things harder and faster. I picked up a spatula and flung it. Once again he ducked. I grabbed a pan off the stove and hurtled that as hard and fast as I could. He caught it looking livid.

"Now really," Snape said tossing it to the floor. "This is how Miss-Know-It-All solves her problems?" Snape had one eyebrow raised.

"You flamboyant sack of coo semen," I screamed in French. I then began to knock stuff off the counter in a rage I had never felt. I had never been this angry before. It wasn't that I was just angry, I was frightened and just sick of being held captive. I am independent and the fact that I have to depend on someone to get by makes me angry. Plus its Snape I am relying on. He would have forgot to feed me if I didn't stomp on the floor sixty times. Then and only then did he toss in a loaf of bread and some peanut butter. That was good for thirty seconds. That is when the thirst kicked in and he refused to bring me water so I had stomp up and down again. I vomited me newly digested bread all over the place much to Snape's displeasure. Luckily I managed to cry and act like I was embarrassed.

I turned from the kitchen and walked into the living room. I knocked a vase over in anger and then a few chairs. Snape came from behind me and lifted me in the air. He placed me over his back like I was a sack of rice and carried me up the stairs. He had a really firm grip on me that I would have found sexy had I not been so fing angry.

"Put me down!" I snarled slapping his head.

"You are getting me very angry Granger. If I were you I would shut my big, fat mouth!" Snape bellowed. I was silent for a second. I could feel him sigh in relief.

"Who the hell are you calling fat?" I snapped as he chucked me into my room. He slammed the door shut with such a force the walls shook. I sighed and glance around, the pain in my throat making me feel ill. I sat on my bed and reached for a book.

Later That Night

Snape let me out of my "prison cell" for dinner. I noticed the house was a great deal cleaner than when I had my bitch fit. Snape seemed to be thinking along the same lines.

"Sit," Snape said pointing to a seat on the other end of the table. I sat down and lifted my fork. I glance around the room and noticed a muggle calendar hanging from the wall.

"What's the date?" I asked feeling myself blush.

"The 23rd," Snape answered then taking a sip of wine. He wasn't looking at me.

"Uh Snape?" I asked feeling slightly mortified.

"What?" he snapped still not looking up.

"Its almost time," I said feeling the blush in my face turn deeper.

"Time for what?" Snape asked reaching for his goblet.

"My period," I said bluntly. Snape choked on his wine and went into a coughing fit.

"Excuse me?" Snape asked a deep shade of pink. I couldn't tell whether it was from the lack of air to his lungs or embarrassment.

"My period. I am going to need, er, the needed supplies," I finally managed to say. I had never been more embarrassed. Snape still looked embarrassed and confused. "Pads and tampons. And enough to last me like another three months. I should think three boxes of tampons and two packages of pads should do well."

Snape looked like I had to shoved pus into his wine. "You expect me to buy those?" he croaked.

"Well I would if you let me out of the house. Listen I know this is the closest you have been to a woman in a while. I also get that I am probably the first woman to walk into this house that wasn't here to beg for your help. I need these and this is the most mortifying situation that has ever happened to me. So if, for once in your life, you can just shut your mouth and make this easier for me. Just go and buy them for me. I will pay you back," I snapped looking down.

Snape looked slightly angered.

"Fine," was all he said and we didn't talk for the rest of the night. He shoved me into my room soon after I washed the dishes and came back up an hour later. I was tossed a bag containing what I needed. I mumbled a thanks and kept my eyes on my feet. He coughed uncomfortably for a second and left. I sighed and lay down on my bed. This was worse than the time Ron found a pad in my bag and I had to explain to them what they were. Harry had never looked so uncomfortable and Ron was humiliated. It was all his fault. I told him to drop it.

I wonder where they are. I wonder if they are still living. Most of all I wonder if anyone misses me. And if so who? My mother obviously had not gotten the message and if Snape is going to be reading all my mail then I can not simply underline the letters I need. The polyjuice potion wasn't going to work if I was shoved in this room every day. Maybe I annoyed Snape too much. Figures.

A/N Please read and review.