Chapter 3 is here. For now it doesn't seem like very many has discovered this fiction yet, or like it for that matter, but I hope you keep reading and reviewing! I want to hear your opinions so I may change things or whatever. )
The following days Quintessa spent most of her time locked up in the astronomy tower, except when she had lessons of course. And from time to time both Victoria and Headmaster Dumbledore paid her visits, making sure she was alright. Even though Quintessa was highly troubled with thoughts and feelings, she pretended as nothing had happened and kept smiling as she usually did when Snape wasn't around.
The fall was coming to an end and snow began to lay itself over the Hogwarts' grounds. Quintessa decided it time for her to finally get some fresh air and walk by the lake as she often did when she was a student at Hogwarts. She threw on a fuzzy purple coat and a pale pink scarf before heading outside in the freezing cold. It was already getting dark, though the snow lit up the place like a second sun. Quintessa had finally stopped thinking about Snape. Well, not completely, but at least not more then four times every third minute. She walked down towards the lake, feeling the snow crumble underneath her feet and the cold wind tickling her face. Her thick curly hair gave warmth to her head, though it was standing in every direction as if she had just gotten out of bed. Which was more or less true actually. She had been spending the whole day lying in her bed, thinking about him again. The more she thought about him, the more she began to feel attracted by him, which again made her feel more and more disgusted. She stopped by the lake, looking outwards it with empty eyes. Her mind was a completely different place at the time being. Maybe she should quit her job and leave Hogwarts for good. No she couldn't do that. She loved her job, besides it meant she had to leave Victoria and Snape would get exactly what he wanted.
Christmas was closing in, and the staff began decorating the great hall with Christmas decorations. Elves, ribbons, stars… Even a golden pig was placed on the Christmas tree. Quintessa, dressed in a red dress with white fur, stood looking up at the star on very top of the tree. She'd always loved Christmas. The excitement, colors, happiness and gifts. It was magical. The tree itself had been imported from Norway, a small country in the east, known for inventions like the paper clip and cheese slicer (which by the way Quintessa had never really gotten the hang off). Her eyes scanned the hall. Students were no longer dressed in their uniforms, but in everyday clothes, colorful and with big happy smiles across their faces. For the first time in a very long time, Quintessa took Snape off her mind, and filled it with happy thoughts about family and friends. About sharing memories and moments. She couldn't help smiling. "Is everything alright?" Quintessa jumped. She looked to her left where Victoria was standing with a concerned look upon her face. Quintessa let out a small laugh and nodded. "Oh yes, everything is in perfect order." The big smile appeared again, making Victoria seem even more concerned. "Right." Victoria bit her lip, looking away. Quintessa looked the same way, noticing a black dressed man entering the hall. "Oh, excuse me." Quintessa patted Victoria on the shoulder before vanishing behind the huge tree. She scanned the room for Severus, and soon found him talking to Dumbledore. She hurried towards them, straightening her cloths. "Professor." Both Dumbledore and Snape turned towards her. Unlike Snape, Dumbledore smiled warmly. "Quintessa my dear, is every thing alright?" Severus gave her grumpy look, but Quintessa acted like she hadn't seen it. "I wondered if I might borrow professor Snape for a moment." Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, looking rather surprised. Severus did as well, thought he didn't show it as clearly as Dumbledore did. "Well of course. Excuse me." Dumbledore walked away, his silver color hair hanging down his back, swaying lightly from side to side. Quintessa turned to Severus. "Outside please." She didn't wait for a response; she just turned her back on him and walked straight towards the door, not waiting to see if he was following her or not. Which he were, as she found out when he stepped outside only a few seconds after she had. His face was grim, and his skin shined as bright as the snow from underneath all the greasy black hair. Quintessa tried to smile, but failed miserably. Instead she cleared her throat and looked down. She hadn't really figured out how to seduce him yet. Seducing men was easy, seducing creatures on the other hand, she had never tried, but she figured if they were all like Snape it would most likely be impossible. But Severus was a man, though it did not always seem like it, and there had to be something he was turned on by. Quintessa wanted to hurl by the thought of him leaning towards her and kissing her. That huge nose of his rubbing against her cheek and his cold lips rasping up hers. Well, she didn't know if they were cold or not. She hadn't really touched them. But his skin was always cold so she figured they were too. She shook her head lightly, trying to get it out of her mind. She didn't really want to turn him on. Just to freak him out enough for him to leave. She lifted her eyes and rested them on his face, starring at his nose. The thought popped right back up and she closed her eyes desperately. "May I suggest you tell me what it is you wanted to talk to me about before we both die of old age or freeze to death?" His cold voice had a depth she never had heard in other men before. Again she found it strangely attracting, yet still repulsing. She opened her eyes and their eyes met. She felt the ground underneath her feet vanished as she was sucked into those black wholes that he called eyes. "Professor Sinistra, I would love standing outside here all night almost vomiting by having to look at you, but I have got other matters to attend to." He turned away, and they lost contact. Quintessa felt the earth again, shaking her head and letting out a deep breath. "Severus." She spoke with a soft voice. Her pinkish lips were turning bluish, and the skin paler as the minutes passed. "Professor Snape," he corrected her. Quintessa gave a little smile, placing herself in front of him. "I couldn't help thinking about our little…" She paused, weaving her hands in the air trying to symbolize the word she was looking for. "Well, call it what you want. Anyway, I've been thinking a lot about it. About you and me." She gave him a flirting look, expecting a reaction though he continuously starred at her emotionless. She slightly blushed, feeling horribly stupid and still wondering why she was doing this. "I do believe you have to really have feelings to evolve them as we did on the stage. Under hypnosis I mean. I think…" She moved a little closer, laying her hands on his chest and letting them slide slowing downwards. "… we should try to evolve those feeling off the stage as well. I hate to admit it, but I've been awfully lonely lately and thought perhaps you.." she laid pressure on the last word and place one of her right hand's fingers on his nose tip, "…could do something about it." Severus didn't change his face expression. His black eyes starred at her and he slowly curled his lips. "Professor Sinistra, let me make myself clear. I'll say this only once, so listen well. If you were the last woman to walk this earth, I would choose to live a life in celibacy." Without any more words he walked past her, leaving her insulted and with her jaw dropped. The door closed it self behind her and she let out a scream. A few students nearby started starring, muttering something she couldn't hear.