The Dungeon Master: Chapter 2
After a grating summer of helping Grandfather (my [muggle] guardian) build homes for families in impoverished areas, the body I arrived with at Hogwarts for my seventh year was all new…
And sexy.
All that "grunt work" sculpted my figure, giving me lean muscle mass, curves, and a voluptuousness I never knew before. My chocolate-brown hair grew out from the awkward haircut I maintained previously, the sun tanned me well, and I even traded out my geeky glasses for fashionable ones before the summer ended. In just a few short months, my appearance altered to the point where many of the males [and a few of the females] building with us asked me to partake in more intimate, one-on-one [and two-on-one] types of "grunt work" with them.
Regardless, even though these offers were long-awaited firsts for me, I turned them all down. I already had six years of unrequited love under my belt, but I still wasn't ready to lose hope. That's why, somewhere amongst all those dark, scorching, lonely summer nights and sunset fantasies, I resolved to make my final year count. I silently swore it would be different from the six before it and, I even promised myself that by year's end, I'd be snogged, adored, loved, and most importantly, popped, fucked, and gutted by my favorite Slytherin.
Professor Snape needed an illicit, student-teacher affair anyways.
And, so did I.
I really believed in the aspirations I etched into the pages of my cranium [and my diary] that summer, especially as I made my way into the potions classroom that morning. I mean, I was armed with sheer hotness and sexy as ever with my newfound, elegant walk. After sixteen years of being geeky, silent, and invisible [and six years of quietly pining after him], it was finally my time to shine. I was of age, having just turned seventeen in May, and I [potentially] oozed femininity and appeal. Little did I realize I would spend my first sixty seconds of the new school year needlessly red-faced, rasping, gasping, and coughing my guts up in front of my peers…
And, of course, the love of my fucking life.
That minute of mortification finally passed, though. Still, before I could even fully gather myself, further humiliation followed.
I stood there, leaning on a stone desk for support and attempting to catch my breath. I dry-heaved, my face felt hot, and my hair was likely tragic.
"Are you all finished, Ms. Nazari?"
His voice trickled out of his barely parted lips, cool and smooth like milk, and warmed my body from head-to-toe. The heat might've come from the sheer embarrassment of it all, but it also might've come from the fact that public humiliation and stern scolding always got me hot – especially when it came from him.
Praying it wasn't obvious how much blood flooded my face in that instant, I straightened up and looked Professor Snape in the eye… something I'd never actually done before. He seemed to notice it too. I could've sworn I saw a light jolt take him as our eyes met. I wondered if he could tell just how many times I'd imagined him saying those exact words to me… just under different (read: more naked) circumstances…
"My apologies, Sir," I responded coyly. Doing my best to drown out the soft sniggers of Poppy and my other, taunting classmates, I plopped my books down on the desk next to me and proceeded to sit down.
"Not there."
I immediately snapped up and out of the seat; I was quite startled, especially since I always sat in the front of the classroom… especially in his class. Before I could open my mouth to respond, however, I was distracted by the stern look on his face, the curl on his thin lips, and the glossy sheen of his raven hair.
"We don't all need to be infected with whatever plague it is you're carrying, Ms. Nazari. There's a seat in the back of the classroom with your name on it. I advise you take it so we can finally begin today's lesson without any further delays or solo performances."
I gulped; I'd always wanted to give him a "solo performance", just with far less coughing [and clothing] involved.
For the previous sixteen years of my life, I always did exactly as I was told. I never had it in me to argue or rebel; I was sweet, innocent, and obedient. But what had that really done for me? Nothing. I wasted my entire childhood being the invisible girl or, on better days, a lumpy doormat. The points he and all the other professors awarded me over the past six years suddenly felt insufficient to me, as did my score on the O.W.L.s. What use was any of it if he, and everyone else, still saw me as some eleven-year-old, scrawny, pesky, geeky, childish first year?
For the first time in my Hogwarts career [and my life], I was an adult – an attractive one, at that. I only had one year left to make my dreams come true with the love of my life, and I wasn't going to squander it on hoping things would simply change on their own.
No; instead, I was going to alter my own reality.
Thus, with a sneer worthy of my oppressor himself, I descended back down into the very chair he just banned me from taking. Then, I crossed my arms over my rapidly-beating heart and batted my eyelashes at him. I was so consumed by my nerves that I wasn't even breathing anymore.
A spark in his eyes told me he was just as astonished at my sudden, outright defiance as I was; however, his face was still stone. "That'll be 200 points from Ravenclaw, and four months of evening detention with me, and me alone, Ms. Nazari."
Oh, my goodness…
I didn't care about the points, nor did I mind the snickering from my ridiculous peers. Not only was I his front-and-center for the remainder of the morning, but I earnedmore quality time with him than I ever imagined possible!
Professor Snape swiveled around to the blackboard and began smashing chalk against it as he wrote. His frustration was extremely sexy.
Only one thing mattered to me as I sat there that morning, fidgeting, squeezing my legs together, and completely failing to focus on the lesson: the dark prince was finally going to be mine and, more importantly, I was finally going to be his.
I, Saira Ahad Nazari, was going in for the kill…
Once I figured out how to flirt, that is.