A/N: Woo. Bout time that I got back to this. But I seem to have forgotten everything. Oh well.
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Avonlea moved along the castle grounds, hands shoved in the pockets of her coat. She had no destination in mind, just needed time to herself to think.
Word had gotten around that she'd dumped all her fancy possessions where people could have their pick of it and she had avoided the free-for-all. Just not the gossip that followed.
Why would she want to get rid of all her jewelry?
Her mother's probably in jail for something and she needs to dump all the evidence…
She's just trying to get in our good graces…something is off about that girl…
What a bitch! Not even appreciative of what her whore mother gave her!
"Avonlea," Snape's voice said from ahead of her.
The Veela-Halfling lifted her gaze and looked at him. A soft smile touched her lips and she reached up to brush back a strand of white-blonde hair that had blown in her face.
"Severus," she greeted.
The dark professor was staring at her hard, possessively. With the way that people and gossip got around the castle, they had been extra careful not to be seen together. Or to be caught in any unprofessional manner.
The very thought of being close to him now made her ache, but she knew she couldn't risk anything without his permission.
"You're troubled," Snape pointed out.
"Suppressed bestial urges," Avonlea corrected, shaking her head. "I want to take your clothes off right now and have my way with you in the snow." Color rose in her cheeks when she realized that she'd said it aloud. "Um, forget what I said, please?"
Snape's eyes smoldered. "How…unlikely."
Avonlea took a step back as he advanced on her. His hand caressed her face and then made its way into her hair where he pulled on the long tresses. Avonlea cried out gently as he pulled her head back and looked at him with darkening eyes.
"You say that you want to take my clothes off and have your way with me?" he said in his soft voice. "What are the odds that I would care to do the same with you?"
Avonlea didn't get a chance to make a sound before his lips were upon hers in a heated kiss. She felt layer after layer of clothes come off and then she was on the ground, crying out as he devoured her with that wicked tongue of his. She squirmed and pulled at his hair, feeling herself rise and fall with the peaks that he was taking her over.
"You. Are. Mean," she protested, pulling on his hair as he spelled someone's name on her most sensitive areas.
She didn't have to see it to know that Snape had smirked at that. Her eyes glowed when he pulled back and licked his lips, eyeing her like she was something to be constantly devoured. Avonlea watched as he undid his pants and then thrust into her without a word. Her back arched off the ground and she took more of him in with each thrust, meeting him halfway.
You're so paying for this later, she thought, giving him a warning look.
Snape smirked and moved his hips harder, deeper. Avonlea growled and flipped them over in the snow so that she was on top. Her nails bit into his skin as she rode him hard, fast.
"Easy," Snape ordered, his hands finding a place on her hips and squeezing. "You don't need to be hard right now, Avonlea. Take it slow. We are not being watched. We will not be interrupted. Take a moment to just enjoy."
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Avonlea was unable to hide her smile as she and Snape reentered the castle. She'd connected with him in a place that someone could have easily seen them. And she hadn't thought about it once while doing it. It was just her luck that no one had stumbled upon the two lovers in the snow, but now she was cold and wanted something to warm her up.
"Hey, Raven!" someone called, making her blood run cold. "What are you doing with the evilest professor in the castle?"
Avonlea narrowed her eyes at him. "I'm discussing something about class, for your information. I like being informed about what is happening in the class unlike some people."
The seventh year looked at her with a sneer. "Right. I bet you fuck him to get good grades too, don't you, blondie?"
"No!" Avonlea's hands clenched into fists. "I don't have to sleep around for my good grades, asshole. I actually study while you're on your knees in front of someone's pussy nightly to get them to write your essays for you." She gave him a dirty look. "You have no idea how many others do the same exact thing with the one you call 'your girl'."
He whipped his wand out and pointed it at her. "You take it back, you slut!"
Avonlea moved in front of Snape when he reached for his wand and had hers out just the same. "You better watch who you call a 'slut', Brandon. Not all of us take that kind of thing kindly. Present company included."
Brandon glared at her and started to say a curse, but Avonlea was faster. She sent him flying backwards and into a wall. Snape put his hand on her shoulder, passing the feeling of calm into her. She took a small breath and looked away from Brandon, putting her wand back into her pocket.
"Learn to watch who you're talking to and with what tone," Avonlea warned Brandon with a hard look. "No one will stop me from cursing your ass to Kingdom Come next time. Understood?"
"Bitch!" Brandon spat, glaring wet daggers at her.
"Yeah, that's what they call me," Avonlea muttered, heading past him and on her way. "Fucking bastard." She thought of a simple curse and shot a look back in his direction, watching as it took hold. "Oops."
Snape's stare was hard on her and Avonlea frowned, turning and walking away. If he wants me, he knows where to find me.
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Snape entered the private common room and found Avonlea walking around in her robe, muttering to herself as she played with her bloodstone. Her thoughts were chaotic when they bumped into his, moving too fast for him to catch hold of.
"You're going to stress yourself out," Snape commented, crossing his arms. "You need to relax and let it go."
"Yeah, right. Let it go." She rolled her eyes and continued pacing. "Let the fact that people think I'm fucking around to get good grades, go. Yeah. Let me just pull that out of my magic hat."
"Sarcasm won't get you anywhere but over a bended knee, Avonlea," Snape warned, watching her with narrow eyes. "You know the truth. The professors know the truth. That is all that should matter."
Avonlea was silent, fuming still.
Snape sighed and walked over to her, putting his hands on her shoulders and holding her close. "It is not the end of the world, Avonlea. They are trying to goad you into fights. They want you to react, so that you will owe them. It's not allowed."
Avonlea rolled her shoulders as if trying to get him off of her. But Snape was firm; he wouldn't back off until she would at least listen a little.
"You're a jerk," she complained, stopping squirming. "A really mean, pain in the ass, know-it-all jerk."
Snape brought his lips to her ear. "You love me though."
He didn't miss the shiver that passed through her body. It was like electricity had gone through her veins and left her quivering. His lips touched her neck, moving over the ivory flesh and his hand slid up, gathering her tresses and tugging her head back over his shoulder.
"You will learn tonight," Snape told her. "What a jerk can do."
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A/N: I am grr and stuff today. But whatever. Send positive thoughts. And yeah, birthday's Friday, but I ain't celebrating. Toodles. - Scarlet
