Chapter 28
Boy Meets Girl...
Torrey stared at her reflection. She was tall, now towering over Snape. She wasn't exactly complaining, but even so...
Torrey let hysteria take over and screamed.
Snape felt the exact same way when he heard the hysterical screaming. His mind didn't want to go out there like this, but his body was still a teacher and head of a house. He rushed out of the room. Several of the girls stared at him, wondering where the hell this sex god had come from.
Snape burst into the room and stopped. A tall girl stood at the mirror, the hand mirror lying on the bed where she had thrown it. She was screaming mercilessly at the mirror to take it back and make it stop.
Snape never heard the door close and lock.
The girl might have for she turned her attention to him. She spun and for a moment both parties were silent. She was breathtakingly gorgeous. Her black hair was tied back in a braid that reached her hips. Her delicate figure was decidedly showcased by a flimsy nightgown that was threatening to reveal certain things best kept covered for the sake of decency. There was something hauntingly familiar about her violet eyes...
And then she began to scream again.
She snatched up the sheet from her bed, getting tangled in it and tripping. Snape came forward to help her but seh was already up, wand in hand and pointed at his heart.
"DON'T YOU COME NEAR ME OR I SWEAR TO WHAT EVER DIETY THAT GOVERNS YOUR SOUL, HE WILL MAKE YOUR AQUAINATANCE SOONER THAN HE'D LIKE!" she sceamed
Snape held up his hands to show he was unarmed, though his wand was in his sleeve.
"PROFESSOR SNAPE!" she screamed.
"What?" he growled, growing a headache.
Her violet eyes slid to him and he found himself falling somewhere that was warm and he was loved. He drew himself back as she snarled something at him.
"Who in the nine hells are you?"
"I'm Professor Snape," he confessed. "Or at least I was last night."
"You are not my Professor," she growled.
"Damn straight. I've never seen you before in my life."
"Likewise." The statement caught him off gaurd, then he remembered how he looked.
"Look, I know I don't look like my usual self, but I am Professor Snape. If you wish I can take you to see the Headmaster."
She gaped at him. "You can't be Professor Snape."
"I assure you I am."
"And you don't recognize me?"
"Never seen you before in my life."
But even as he said that he realized why her eyes were so familiar. He gasped. "Miss Winston?"
She sat on the bed, tears leaking from her eyes. "In the flesh."
He hurried over to her, trusting his instincts and hugging her comfortingly.
Denis Creevey cackled at the success of the first part of his plan. His brother would have been proud.