Chapter 4. Quintessa takes it even further. She's not the one to give up easily. I've spell-checked the text, but I have the feeling there are some grammar faults there. Please review. Open for ideas and criticism. Thanks for taking the time to read!
The rest of the evening Quintessa pretended like nothing had happened. She kept smiling and pouring down the adult punch (it means it contains alcohol). Severus also pretended like nothing had happened, starring at everybody close or distant with his famous killing looks. After many drinks (at least twenty and with an alcohol lever of 30) Quintessa decided to talk with Severus again, hoping she'd do better this time. She made her way towards him, bumping into every single student she passed, not walking in a straight line but rather reeling. Her eyes were fixed on the black-dressed man by the great hall exit who was talking to Draco Malfoy, some pure-blood, spoilt-son-of-rich-parents kid with light blond hair. Like a hurricane she struck, stumbling over some clumsy Gryffindor boy lying on the floor with a toad in his left hand, and landing on the very own professor Snape's back. Furious, Snape turned around after almost falling to his knees. "Professor Sinistra can you please try to keep you hands off me. If you can't walk straight you should take it up with Madam Pomfrey. She might not have something for your unacceptable behavior, but she can surely cure you from that ridicules hairdo". Without another word said Severus vanished out the door, leavening Quintessa standing behind with a smirking Slytherin student and an offended face expression. Stubborn as she was Quintessa decided she wouldn't let him get away with it this time. Angry like a bee she followed him down to the dungeons and knocked on his office door. She could hear a dark voice from within shout. "What?" Without replying she stormed in. The world around her freezed. A second seemed like an eternity as she stood there in the doorway starring at the man in front of her. Severus had begun undressing, standing without anything on his upper body. He was pale as if he had never seen the morning star. Quintessa raised her hand to her mouth, starring continuously at his body. His ribs were showing, like an African child that's dieing of hunger. She would never believed her was so skinny, as if he was a bulimic. Her eyes moved up to his face which she now noticed was furious. Severus grabbed his jacket and pulled it up in front of his body to cover it. "Out." Quintessa who didn't listen stood there like a rock with a surprised look on her face. "Severus, don't you eat?" She could think more clearly now, as if the alcohol was slowly disappearing which it wasn't off course. "Isn't there a poison you can make to…" Severus snapped, cutting her off. "Professor. I will not tell you again. Leave before you do something you'll regret." Quintessa fell silent. "But you're the potions master. There must be…" The rest of the sentence she never got to say. She stood paralyzed in the doorway just starring at Severus. The jacket laid on the floor, leaving Severus uncovered again. His face was no longer angry, but rather pleased. His chest moved slower in and out. Apparently something was very wrong. Severus' heart was beating slower. Quintessa biting her lip nervously. "Quintessa, come in and close the door behind you." Quintessa's jaw dropped and again she felt like the world freezed. She did as told with her right hand inside her pocket with a firm grip around her wand. The door closed slowly, leaving the room slightly light up by a candle light on the desk. Severus' pale body shined up from the dark background. "Severus? How do feel? Is everything alright?" She couldn't stop thinking about what he called her. Not professor Sinistra, but Quintessa. He referred to her by her first name which had never happened before. Actually she couldn't remember the last time Severus called anyone by their first name. Insecure and nervous she stood by the door glaring over at the corner by the bed where Severus stood. A small smile appeared on his face. Quintessa drew back, horrified. It could hardly be called a smile. Oh God, no wonder he never smiled. Quintessa began to feel afraid. He had warned her. Now it was too late. What was he going to do to her? Kill her? No, it had to be something worse. Torture her perhaps. For several hours. Put a silent spell on her so nobody would hear her screams. Severus took a step forwards. Quintessa clanged on to the door. A drop of sweat rolled down her face. She had never before in her life felt so afraid, counting the time she was nearly kissed by her aunt on the mouth for twenty-one years ago. "Quintessa, darling." His voice was dark and soft. Never had she heard him talk like that. She even called her darling. DARLING! Oh God, this was it. He moved closer, slowly. Quintessa drew out her wand, pointing it towards him. "Stop or I'll… I'll…" Severus raised his hand slowly, touching her hand and lowering it. "Hush… Relax. You're so tense. Loosen up." Quintessa could feel Severus' cold breath on her chest. His black eyes starred deeply into her. Quintessa couldn't move. A small salted tear strolled down her face. The fear was unbearable. A new tear run down from the corner of her eye. With a humble voice she spoke, begging him to stop. "Severus, please. Don't.." Again Severus raised his hand laying one finger on her mouth this time and making the same hushing sound as before. Quintessa's whole body shook. Severus used to be a death eater. He probably knew hundreds of torture methods. He stood so close to her she felt his chest pressing against hers. His arms softly touched hers, moving upwards towards her shoulders. His ice cold skin singed. She closed her eyes, so darkness was the only thing she could see. She could feel his breath on her neck. It all made sense now. Dar creature of the night. Pale as the moon. Hunger for blood. Severus was a vampire and she was his next pray. Seconds from now his sharp teeth would make their way into her neck, pumping her for fresh blood. She couldn't help it any more. More tears strolled down her cheek and she began hulking. "Severus… No.." She could hear him grinning, feeling a wet tongue lick her neck slowly. He tasted her. Finding the right place to bite. His lips touched her skin. Cold and harsh they kissed her neck. It opened and continued kissing. Wet kisses. One minute passed. He held her close to his chest, softly. Quintessa opened her eyes. He was kissing her neck. Just kissing. He wasn't going to kill her. A few tears of relief ran down her face and Quintessa thanked God, even though she wasn't very religious. Then it stroked her. Severus Snape, the disgusting black dressed potion master with an unnaturally large hawk nose and black wholes as eyes, was licking her neck. Like a lightning she reacted, pushing him away. He stumbled and fell, landing on the bed on his back. "Oh Quintessa. No foreplay? Have it your way then." His eyes scanned her from top to bottom and up again. Quintessa ran out of the room, trying not to puke. In the corridor she met three Gryffindors who glared at her as she came running up the stairs form the dungeon, heading towards the astronomy tower. "Professor, are you alright?" "Yes, miss Granger. I'm fine I just…" she smiled, then began running again before finishing the sentence.
Breathless she sat on her won bed, trying to figure out what just happened. Severus wanted to have sex with her. No he couldn't. Maybe it was just a dream. Besides, she wasn't exactly sober. Or maybe he had figured her out and decided to do the same as she was. That bastard! That was it. Someone knocked on the door. Quintessa jumped. She sat like a mouse starring at the door hoping whoever it was would go away. "Quintessa? Are you in there?" Quintessa ran to open the door by the sound of Victoria's voice and let her in. She told her the whole story, every single little dirty detail. When she was finished Victoria sat looking at Quintessa with that you're-crazy look. She laughed, shaking her head. "You have to come up with something more convincing then that Quinny darling." "I'm not making this up. It happened. And please don't ever say that word ever again." Quintessa crossed her arms. "What word? Darling?" Quintessa closed her eyes. "Yes, that word. Don't say it." Victoria laughed again, pattering Quintessa on her head. Quintessa, who began to fell angry with Victoria for not believing her, pushed it away and said angrily, "Fine don't believe me. I mean, what are friends for?" Victoria raised her eyebrows, glaring at Quintessa. "Come on Quintessa. You can't actually think I'll believe Snape tried to get you into his bed." "Well he did. He has figured out my scam and wants to get back on me." Victoria smirked. "Your scam?" Quintessa glared over at Victoria. "Yes. If I pretend to like him he might… you know… run off." Victoria laughed again, louder this time. "Quintessa, you're so cute sometimes." Offended, Quintessa lifted her head into the air, taking her eyes off Victoria. Victoria didn't want to quarrel with Quintessa although she had always though Quintessa had quite an imagination. She tried to find some logical explanation. "Couldn't you check the stars for the answer or something? You know, whatever it is you do in those astronomy lessons." Quintessa felt a sudden rush of excitement fill her body. Her heart began beating faster and she felt warmth spread through her body. She actually felt like she was… in love.