So I am officially banished to my room. Snape ordered me out of the way while Sage and Lola tidied up. I didn't know he meant literally out of the way. I was minding my own business, and sliding around the hallway in my socks, when I slipped and knocked into a thing of armor and knocked over something filled with dust.

Snape came running out of some room I had never seen before looking panicked.

"What is the matter? Are you hurt? What happened?" Snape said panicky. He lifted me off the ground with one sharp tug and looked around.

"No sorry I was just fooling around and slipped. I knocked into the armor and some dust fell on me," I said pointing at the vase and armor lying by his feet.

Snape looked livid. "First of all that armor is a family heirloom and has been in my family for thousands of years. Second of all, that DUST is my uncle Saxon," Snape said.

"Ooh! Ew!" I screamed brushing it off of me. I started to spit. "I have a dead person ON me?" I screamed again feeling grossed out. Snape however looked satisfied like he had accomplished something he wanted to do for a while. He was smirking. "This is not funny!"

"No, being covered in a dead person's ashes might not be fun, but watching someone else jump around covered in your least favorite uncle is slightly more funny than had it been you," Snape said in his silky voice. I glared at him.

"Well I am here for your amusement," I snapped.

"That you are," Snape said suggestively with a raised eyebrow. Right I am supposed to be his sex slave. I may have been too if I wasn't a former student who he is trying to save. I just blushed and looked down.

"Yeah well…" I said angrily not finding anything else to say. Stupid bastard bested me again today.

"Go to your room and find some way to amuse yourself until I tell you it is ok to come out," Snape said giving me a small shove in the direction of my room. I rolled my eyes.

"So if I do get asked, how are you?" I asked not turning around. "Like earth shattering or just something to hold me over? How big is it? Like four inches?"

"Go to your room!" Snape bellowed.

"I'm right aren't I? Can I at least have a peek?" I asked pausing at my door. "Snape?" I called. I heard an angry, disgruntled sound and then a door slam. Haha.

I washed up, of course. I am not going around the house with Snape's uncle Saxon in my hair. Talk about the ick factor. It's like wearing someone else's dirty socks. Ew. I don't even want to think about it!

After my shower I felt much cleaner. Although getting ashes out of my hair was quite the task. Seriously one time I lost Crookshanks and Ron told me to check my hair. I actually found balls of paper someone threw in there. Shame it was their notes but whatever. It was seriously like finding the needle in the hay stack. I had to keep lifting pounds of hair looking for the dust.

I was looking for something more 'tasteful' which I think makes me look more like a whore than usual. For the first time it's like trying to make cleavage. The day I have proper cleavage is the day Neville Longbottom becomes Potions Master. Also when there are snowballs in hell.

I know the usual expression is when pigs fly, but I have actually seen a pig fly so the entire thing is lost on me. Like someone can say, "I'll make you a cake when pigs fly!" and then I can make a pig fly and they have to make me a cake. I could actually use that to my advantage.

Snape walked into his bedroom. And I'm naked. I am naked and Snape is in plain view of me. If he looked over he would see my naked body. Which isn't bad. I mean I'm not that skin and bones skinny but I'm not like flabby or something.

I let out a shriek and scrambled to cover myself. I know I shouldn't have screamed but it was instinct. Like you walk around the corner and someone jumps out at you and you scream and slam your Ancient Runes book into their stomach.

Snape turned to me and then away quickly.

"I am so sorry," Snape said scrambling for the door. He tripped over his own feet and crashed into the door. I just wrapped myself tighter in the blanket and sighed.

"No its ok. I'm covered," I said making sure he couldn't see anything. Snape still didn't take his hand off his eyes. "I'm decent."

"No it's ok I can just-" Snape tried to speak again but fell on the floor. I rolled my eyes and walked over to him. His room seemed to open up for me to walk in. The rug was really cushy. Like a mattress for your feet. Of course if you want to run away I guess it wouldn't be the best, hence the tripping and falling over ones feet.

"Snape," I said in a soothing voice. "You are making me feel very bad about myself," I said jokingly. I wrenched his hand away from his eyes and smiled at him. "What is the matter with you?"

Snape just stood and turned me around. I was led all the way back into my room where he promptly turned and left. He was almost back in his room when I got a burst of inspiration. "Snape?" I called in my most seductive voice. He turned back to me and I dropped the blanket.

His eyes bugged out of head as I began to walk forward towards him. My heart was beating and my pulse was going too fast. All the blood was rushing to my ears as the heat radiated off of my body. Embarrassment, excitement, and amazement coursed through my mind as I reached him. I grabbed the back of his neck and pushed him into a firm yet gentle kiss.

He reacted as I hoped and pushed me closer to him. We broke apart only to have our lips come crashing back together. The heat radiating off of us was incredible as I pushed him down on the bed. I straddled him and began to unbutton his shirt. There were like thirty buttons all over this thing. Why does someone need to be strapped into their shirt?

I gave a groan of annoyance as I got to the seventeenth button. Snape finally just pulled the shirt apart much to my enjoyment. I kissed him again and ran my hands over his chest which was pretty well toned for our sallow potions master. I kissed down to his neck when there was a KNOCK ON THE DOOR!

I instantly removed my hand that had been tracing the hardness in his pants and looked over at the large wooden door in horror.

"Master's guests have begun arriving," Lola said through the door. She sounded scared at knocking. Snape let out an angry snarl and regretfully pushed me off of him.

"Go get dressed," Snape said repairing his shirt. He left without a second glance back. I sighed and walked back into my room. When I got there I quickly dressed into the dress I had been eyeing before. Then I sat on my bed just staring out the large bay window.

I almost lost my virginity to Snape. Snape. Snape the Potions Master at Hogwarts. Or, ex-Potions Master at what used to be Hogwarts. He killed Dumbledore and I almost had sex with him. My parents are worried sick about me, my friends are frantic and I am off gallivanting with Snape. I am a horrible person. I let down Dumbledore and Harry and Ron. I let down everyone I care about. For who? Snape?

The person who is trying to save you from being murdered, a small voice whispered in the back of my head.

Yes but he also was the one who helped kidnap me, I snapped at the voice trying to make it go away.

Maybe he wanted to kidnap you so he knew that you were safe and not being raped, the tiny voice said.

I thought about that. Snape was an amazing actor. He fooled Dumbledore. Or was he fooling Voldemort, fooling Dumbledore, fooling Voldemort? Was he a triple agent? Who was he working for? This is so stupid! Two months ago if you asked me what I would do with twenty minutes alone with a defenseless Snape I would have answered, Hex his balls to Alaska.

Not, Flirt outrageously and then give him not one but TWO strip teases before disrobing and almost having sex with him.

A thought still nagged at the back of my head. Snape had made a vow to help Malfoy, who I still really want to kill, kill Dumbledore. What if Dumbledore was already dying and he begged to be killed?

No! Albus Dumbledore does not beg! I screamed at myself. I felt guilt seep into my mind.

There was now no denying it, I was falling in lust with Snape.

The sexual tension was constantly there. The fact that I was nude and managed to straddle him must mean he feels the same way. Because you know I FELT it. Like you know. Yeah you get it.

I really want to take my time turner, go back in time and kill Tom Riddle as a baby. But someone took it away from me. Well alright someone stole it right from my neck and smashed it. Guess who, yup, Malfoy. In retaliation I made his hair neon pink for a week. Hehe.

What am I supposed to do? I really think I might be falling in love with Snape. I just feel so horribly guilty because look what he did! (See above) He is most definitely evil. But then again he is trying to save me from Voldemort. I mean he could have tied me to the bedposts and raped me like millions of times, but he didn't. Of course I do seem to touch on a nerve no ones else has in a while. I just keep thinking that I had never seen him smile until I made him. I also don't remember him being so open, I am apparently the only person who knows that he can put his foot over his head. He is the only person I ever told about my sister.

Does that count for anything? Screw logic, if I am going to die soon then I am sure as hell not dying a virgin. I will try and have sex with Snape again.

The Next Morning

Snape didn't come to his room last night. Either that or he really did put up a Silencing Charm on the door meaning that he was in fact getting drunk again last night. His body must get very angry at him. You know if you go meals without eating and finally your stomach starts yelling at you so loud that other people can hear it? His liver must be squirting acid into his stomach in retaliation.

I cautiously walked out of the room and went into the dining room. He was sitting there eating silently. He looked very vulnerable when he didn't have people watching him. I noticed that his face wasn't always in a scowl, more like really thoughtful. His ankles were crossed over each other as he was leaning slightly forward into the table. If you didn't know him you would think he would be a great chat.

But I did know him and I knew that he would not like it if I interrupted him. So I went back into my room for ten minutes. Then I walked back out and saw that he was still sitting in his chair this time staring out of the window. His plate was gone and his chin was resting on his hands, which were clenched into fists on top of each other. I walked in slowly.

"Why?" I asked him. He didn't look over and for a second I wasn't sure he heard me.

"I had too," Snape answered still looking out the window.

"The vow?" I tried again.

"That and the fact Dumbledore was already dying. He needed Harry to go on," Snape said his frown becoming more pronounced. Then the unbelievable happened. Now I am talking about Ripley's Believe It Or Not hall of fame.

Snape let out a strangled sob. I didn't know what to do at first but finally I figured it out and wrapped him into a deep hug which I was guessing was for the first time in years.

"He trusted me," Snape sobbed into my hair. I was too shocked to speak. I didn't know what I was supposed to say. Like, "Yeah, way to go you bastard!" or "It's ok."

I just didn't say anything and smoothed down his hair which wasn't greasy. It looked like it was really smooth. In fact it didn't even look greasy anymore. It was sexy. I couldn't help feeling it and holding it up into the light.

"What are you doing?" Snape snapped.

I jumped and just shhed him.

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