Danielle Silvermane was accepted into Hogwarts under the most extreme circumstances. She'd been the American with great ability, but not much real teaching. A few tutors here and there. The Ministry of Magic consented to have her enroll into Hogwarts, despite her age. 20 years old. A very young looking 20, but still. Over the age of normal students, but given the opportunity she was offered, how could she complain?
She was the blacksheep of the 'entire' school. Tattooed, outspoken, an avid smoker...and with the foulest mouth on Campus. She definately made an impression.
She was sorted into the House of Slytherin, and much to her dismay, neither the Slytherin or the other students of the Houses cared much for her, and many went out of their way to make things difficult. But she took in stride. She had a few students that seemed to like her presence, and a few that followed her around like a sick puppy..
Her favorite Subjects was of all things Potions and Herbology. With her Native American background, and training in medicines and herbs, she took to both classes like a fish to water, much to the delight of Madam Sprout...and also much to the dismay of Professor Snape.
Madam Sprout made a big fuss over Danny, and she soaked it in...but with Professor Snape, she had to ruffle his feathers. The devil within her enjoyed irritating him, and so at every opportunity, she did all she could, to infuriate the Broody Potions Master.
This current Morning, she was up, dressed and fed before her classmates, and sitting in The Professors chair in the Potions Classroom, reading one of his books, and smoking a ciggarette, feet propped onto the edge of his Desk.
Unfortunately for the school, she modified all of her Robes, the skirts were pleated, and fell halfway down her thigh, she wore green and grey striped socks to her knees, and simple slip on black flats...her shirt was tight enough that she had to leave a few top buttons open to allow her cleavage comfort, and her tie was loosened...long raven hair fell to her waist with green beads and grey feathers braided into them. She was completely engrossed in the Potions Book and didnt notice, or rather ignored, the entrance of Professor Snape..
Her expression was of complete concentration, and as he stood watching her, she poked the tip of her tongue out, deep in thought. If he wasnt so angry, he might later recall that it was a fetching sight.
"Miss Silvermane, I dont supose you could remove yourself from my desk and NOT smoke in My Classroom!!" He bellowed at the top of his lungs. His hands shook with the effort not to throttle her.
She adjusted her glasses calmly, folded the page at the top left corner before placing it back upon his desk. "Professor, good morning. I hope you rested well?" She took a long luxurious drag from her ciggarette and blew smoke in his direction. His face began to turn red.
She made no move to rise, and simply smiled at him...then gazed at her ciggarette, "Oh...Id forgotten...again." She took the non-filtered, hand rolled ciggarette, stuck out her tongue, put it out and swallowed it, in one fell swoop. Snape had the good graces to look away.
"And how did you get into the classroom?! It is Locked magically
from entrance"
She rose and moved around his desk and sat atop it...pulling out a
hairpin. "Locked from 'Magical' entrance indeed. " She nodded and
waved the bobbypin under his rather large and prominent nose. "I
simply picked the locks. You're books are fascinating and I Need the
extra reading to catch up to your 6th and 7th years."
His hands twiched, he shook with supressed rage, she delicatly rose a brow. "Mmm?" he exploded.
"20 points from Slytherin!" She only smiled brighter. "Only 20? And here I thought to get atleast 50 out of you...damn." She snapped her fingers and reguarded him seriously for a moment.
"Really Sir, you make it too Easy. And to be perfectly honest, I enjoy our encounters extremely. Sadly, I dont think you enjoy them all that much.." She winked and kicked her feet lightly, showing a fair amount of leg, that did not go unnoticed...much to her delight.
He growled silently at himself as his eyes traveled to the sinfully
short skirt she wore, then back up to her lovely, if infuriating face.
"Why do you persist in tormenting me Miss Silvermane?" His voice
was hoarse...angry. She curled her finger at him, beconing him closer.
"Do you really want to know?" She asked softly. Angrily he stalked right up to her and stared down at her, black eyes flashing. "Enlighten me Miss Silvermane." He sneered.
Her smile grew to a smirk, and she grabbed two handfulls of his robe, and jerked him off balance against the edge of the desk, consequently, his hands braced themselves on the desk along either side of her, and she smiled up into his face, as he glared down at her.
"Because I like to see your eyes light up like that. I like seeing passion, even if its Angry passion. It reminds me that Im still alive. " And she arched up and kissed him, full on the lips.
Neither expected what happened in that moment. Danny expected to be shoved away and sent to detention...Snape had much the same thoughts...but sometimes body and mind just dont listen to each other.
Snape was stunned still for about half a breath, before he crushed himself against her and feircely, angrily kissed her in return. Danny's breath was stolen, and she was lost to the firey kiss. It lasted a breif few moments before Snape realized just What he was doing and he broke the kiss and spun away from her only to turn and stare at her in something akin to anger and horror.
She leaned heavily on her palms and stared at him in something akin to shock, though her entire body hummed with pleasure. Slowly a smile creapt along her face and she closed her eyes breifly, savoring the memory, giving a soft pleased sigh.
"That was completely unexpected, completely out of Character for you Professor..." She rose a delicate ebony brow and slipped off of his desk and approached him...
He staggered back a few steps and she laughed softly. "I do so love it when Im suprised. " she reached out and slipped a small box into his hand, she stood on her toes kissed his cheek softly and smiled.
"Happy Birthday Professor. See you Mid-day." And she waltzed out of the room with a skip to her step.
He spun around to watch her leave the most confounded expression on his face...he looked down at the box in his hands, it was rosewood...the tree had been extinct for quite some time now, and if his eyes served him right, was hand carved with his House crest, and his Last name at the bottom of it..
He turned the box over in his hands, scrutinizing it, he pulled out his wand to see if it contained anything foul or disasterous, and finding nothing opened it.
Nestled inside the box on a tiny green velvet cushion sat a beautiful miniature dream catcher on a silver chain, It was woven with strong silver wire, and held a single silver feather in its center, tiny green beads were woven into it...he sagged against his desk and stared at it for quite sometime...
For once in his life, Speech had been robbed from him.