The next few days passed without much incident. Airiala avoided both Raina and Snape as best as she could. It was difficult considering both were looking for her.

Raina wanted to play matchmaker and Snape still wanted to know what was said, not that she would ever say. However, she had admitted to herself that she liked him, but there was no way in hell she would say that out loud.

She didn't want to believer Raina at first, but it was true that when she was around him, she felt something besides anger.

However, she seriously doubted it was passion, like Raina believed. It was…something else as far from passion as possible.

Time ran out before Airiala could figure out what it was. She ran into Snape.

She had been walking down the hallway toward Dumbledore's office when she almost crashed into him. She moved to the side to avoid him when he reached out, grabbed her arm, and literally dragged her into an empty classroom.

Once in the room, Airiala jerked her arm out of him grip, causing more pain for herself than necessary. "Damn Snape, was dragging me like that truly necessary?"

"Yes, you have been avoiding me."

"Whatever, I have to go."

Airiala moved to leave, but Snape blocked her way. Airiala placed her hands on her hips and glared at him. "Move."

"Not until we have had a chance to speak."

A slight breeze began to blow through the room, catching Snape's attention as he stared at the girl before him.

"Why do you always do that?" he asked.

"Do what?" she asked through clenched teeth.

"Start blowing the wind whenever we argue?"

The wind stopped as Airiala took a step back. "I do?"

Snape raised an eyebrow. "Surely you remember when the headmaster stopped our argument with wind-blown hair?"

"I remember, but I didn't know it was every time."

Airiala sat on a nearby desk and crossed her legs, thinking about what Snape had just told her.

It was in that moment that Snape noticed how pretty she was. Usually he was too busy yelling to notice. Her hair flowed over her shoulders framing her delicate face. Sitting on that desk with a thoughtful look on her face was quite a pretty picture, and unknowingly seductive.

Suddenly Airiala was looking at him again. Snape quickly masked his features so she didn't know what he was thinking.

"What did you want to talk to me about?" she said calmly.

Snape blinked, momentarily confused. The he remembered why he had sought her out.

"Both you and the water elemental have been avoiding me. I want to know what you…"

"What I said about you. I should have known that was what you wanted." Airiala sighed before looking Snape straight in the eyes, analyzing him. "Why do you want to know? It's nothing bad."

Snape took a seat in a chair next to the desk she was sitting on. "I don't like being talked about. It makes me uncomfortable."

"Ah," Airiala said with a smile, "so you're insecure."

Snape glared at her. Airiala's smile didn't waver. In fact, it was almost like she didn't notice. "Tell me."

"I'm afraid I can't do that."

"Tell me, damnnit!"

Airiala raised an eyebrow at him. He was interesting when he was angry. So interesting in fact that she couldn't help pushing him farther. "And if I refuse?"

Snape froze, unsure of what the appropriate punishment should be for hiding this information. It had to be so horrible that she would have to tell him.

Airiala hopped off the desk and went to move to the door, but in an instant he was in front of her, his arms on either side of her, his hands on the desk behind her, effectively trapping her between his body and the desk.

Airiala could feel her heart pounding in her chest. She avoided eye contact with him at all costs, hoping to avoid revealing any of the thoughts running through her head, none of which were very clean.

Snape glared down at the top of her head. She wouldn't look up at him and that just made him angrier. He opened his mouth to speak when he felt a slight breeze. His eyes narrowed in confusion as Airiala still avoided his eyes.

Usually the wind only blew when she was angry, so what was the reason now?

A memory flew to his thoughts, of another time the wind had blown without any words from Airiala.

He was eating in Hagrid's hut after she had saved him. He remembered feeling a chill and asking her to stop blowing the wind because he was cold. Seconds later the wind had stopped, but what had caused it?

The wind continued to blow around them as they stood there silently, like they were frozen.

Knowing his time was short, Snape moved away from her. Almost instantly the wind ceased to blow. He looked down at the wind elemental in confusion.

Airiala finally gained control of her lustful thoughts before she looked up at the professor. He was just standing there staring at her, confusion obvious in his eyes.

Before he could ask what was going on she had already rushed past him, leaving him alone in the empty classroom.