A/N: Chapter 3 is REALLY long compaired to the first two, so it may be a while before I post it.

-Chapter Two-

Severus locked the door to his office and taking out his wand, stood in front of a large wooden bookshelf filled with books of all different subjects and sizes.

"Evanesco Bookshelf." As he said these words the bookshelf vanished into a wisp of smoke, revealing a hallway which led to his bedroom. As he walked through the archway, the bookshelf reappeared, blocking out all the light coming from his office. His sleeping quarters were very simple. In the room there were only four pieces of furniture; a bed, a nightstand which held an antique hurricane lamp and a small clock, a tall bureau in which he kept his school uniforms and nicer apparel, and to the left of the entrance was a long dresser of drawers, full of his potion smocks, muggle clothing, and pajamas.

The professor walked over to his bed and turned on his bedside lamp. He looked at the plants in his hands and hoped he had enough for the fifth year students and to supply himself with enough potion to last until Christmas. He pulled the small white flowers off the stems and put half of them in a large box that he had taken out of his nightstand and the other half in a small cloth bag under his bed.

Falling back, he sighed. How did this get so monotonous? He had never intended his life to be like this. He was bitter and angry, but most of all he was lonely. He had been surrounded by hundreds of students and professors every day for the past two weeks, but it only made the feeling worse. It felt to him like dying of thirst in a tiny row boat surrounded by the ocean. It was almost claustrophobic after three months of nothingness. Those empty halls were a painful pleasure to him. He conversed with his fellow professors, and even the random trouble-making student would be reprimanded for their behavior, and though he took women into bed with him, they could not satisfy him. Every woman he touched, kissed, and made love to would moan and scream for more of him, but he could not wish them to leave soon enough.

After what seemed like only a few minutes, he sat up and looked at the clock. It was already ten; he had missed dinner by at least four hours. He was angry and a bit ashamed that no one had seemed to notice the lack of his presence, or at least cared enough to send a plate to his office.

He sighed as he stood up and stretched. He must have fallen asleep, his muscles ached and he could feel the tension of his erect penis against the leg of his slacks. He had to get out of this school, to go somewhere he wouldn't know anyone and no one would care to know him. He opened the doors of the bureau, grabbed a heavy hooded cloak and headed down through the archway, into his office and out into the schools hallways. If he ever needed release, sexual or not, he knew at this time of night that he could walk to the Hog's Head in Hogsmead, and there would always be a woman willing to give herself to him for a price.

He raced towards the large oak doors of the castle. He was breathing heavily by the time he reached them and his heart was racing. He hated the feeling that someone might see him. He pulled them open and stepped outside, a wave of calm swept over him as the fresh September wind blew hard upon Hogwarts towers. It felt good to get out of the castle, but it wasn't safe enough yet for him to remove his hood, he still had to pass the Quiddich pitch and Rubeus Hagrid's hut. It wasn't hard for him to sneak across the grounds. He walked briskly and always with purpose.

His clothing never stood out in crowds and he liked it that way. He was always especially well dressed, wearing dark leather shoes and some of the nicest clothing they had at Madam Malkins. He liked to dress well, and as long as he could afford it he felt no harm could come of it.

Reaching the front gates of Hogwarts he slowed down and looked around to see if anyone had been following him. There was a faint light inside of the gamekeepers hut, but other then that, the grounds of Hogwarts were dead. The wind blew sprays of water from the lake across the grass, making his clothes and face damp. He opened the gates just enough for his slim body to slip through to the other side. He felt more confident now as he walked down the darkened Main Street of Hogsmead. The Three Broomsticks was jittering with liveliness; he pulled the hood tighter around his face and stayed in the shadows, just in case he ran into someone he knew.

There, just a few feet away, he could see the crevice that lead to the Hogshead. He debated whether or not he should turn back and forget it. Forget these women and their large fake breasts and soft plastic skin. The warm fluid between their legs, always ready and always waiting for a Galleon. He kept walking against his better judgment and turned right into a completely different universe. There was one light on the entire street, and that was above the Hog's Head sign, dripping with blood. It cast long, deep shadows on the brick walls, and in the partial light you could see people hiding in darkness. The only people who did not hide were three prostitutes standing to the left of the bar's door. Two of them he had seen before and paid them a small sum for their services, but there was a new girl whom he had never seen before. She had dark red hair and bright eyes. She wore a dark red peasant top which revealed much of her breasts; her skirt was a mixture of reds and purples and was short and layered with frayed edging. She wore high stilettos with red fishnet thigh-highs enchanted to look like purple snakes were slithering around her legs. The first one to spot him was the tall blonde in a tank top and mini skirt. She said something to the other two girls because all three of them looked in his direction and adjusted their clothing. He walked into the circle of light surrounding the door of the Hog's head and looked at the red-haired girl. The blonde one came forward, taking the lead of the two other women.

"Looking for something, are you?" She said pouting her blue lips. "Is there anything in particular we could, ah, help you with?" She put her hands on her hips and looked him up and down; trying to determine how much he was worth. It was amazing that she did not recognize him.

"Not from you, Madam." He made his intentions known by looking at the young red-haired girl, "Girl, how old are you?" The young woman looked up at him, almost frightened.

"She's nineteen, and very experienced for her age." Severus looked up at the blonde slut, who had tried to cut in like a car salesman trying to sell a Porsche, and shot her down with an evil stare.

He focused his attention back on the young girl, who now looked even more frightened and said, "In fifteen minutes go to room six and wait for me." He pulled a heavy bag out of his cloak and pulled out eight galleons and gave them to her. "You will get the rest later."

Severus walked into the Hog's Head, annoyed by the women outside, and sat down at the bar for a drink.

"What can I get for you, sir?" A dirty old man waited behind the bar, washing a glass mug with a filthy rag. Severus tried not to make eye contact with anyone and kept his hood up, if anyone knew who he was and saw him here not only would everyone at the school be whispering behind his back, but the ministry would also be talking.

"Schnapps on the rocks, in a clean glass." While saying this he heard the door open and the young girl walk inside the establishment. She was looking at him the entire way up the stairs, a look of curiosity mixed with fear.

"Here ya go, sir that will be three Knuts." Severus again drew his pouch out of his robe and gave the bartender a galleon.

"Keep the change." He half-whispered after a long sip of his drink. "And clean your glasses better." He set his glass down half-empty and walked across the room to the staircase. The floor and handrails were more then filthy; he tried to refrain from touching anything. When he reached room six, he took a deep breath and walked in.

She was sitting with her back towards the door. Her handbag was set on the nightstand. She looked cold.

"Take off your clothes." His voice was a harsh whisper.

"What?"

"I am not paying you to ask questions about how this transaction should happen. If I tell you to take off your clothes, you do it." He removed his cloak and hung it on a coat rack. He wore black slacks and a white button-up shirt. He also wore a green and silver vest on which the initials S.S. were embroidered. He unbuttoned his vest and then his shirt. The girl sat on the dirty bed clutching her knees. She was completely naked now except for her bra, which she seemed to be holding on to as if it were the last slice of her dignity.

"Take that off." He said while sitting on the edge on the bed to untie his shoes. He stood up and slipped his pants off onto a pile on the floor. When he turned around she could see how big he was through his underwear. She held her breath as he walked towards her.

"Now I don't want you to say a damn word. Just do what I tell you to." She nodded as he pushed her down and leaned over her. His hand automatically went to the strap of her flimsy bra, which she had neglected to remove, and he tore it from her chest. Her unnaturally large breasts shook from the force, but also from fear. Her breasts had many bruises and bite marks on them; he was not her first lover this evening. He placed his large white hand over one breast and he could feel her terror radiating through her body; her muscles were tense; her breathing was rapid; and she kept her eyes shut tight as if imagining very hard that she was in some safe warm place back at home.

He did not kiss her, or even brushed his lips on her skin. This was not love, nor pleasure; this was release, and frustration. He kept his mouth closed tight, breathing through his nose. Thrusting his self into the girl laying on the bed, memories from Hogwarts came running back to him. He remembered the students at Hogwarts whom he was ridiculed by. He remembered their teasing; he remembered how much hatred he held towards them; he remembered Patricia, the first woman he ever made love to. Her warm skin and dark eyes, how she laughed and touched him without recoil. Then how Remus Lupin asked her to go to Hogsmead with him once and she acted like he had never existed after that. So much emotion and so much pain had come out of that--there had never been another woman like Patricia. Never another woman who could rouse things in him the way she did. He could see her face on the prostitute's body, smiling at him laughing. He heard her speaking; he could see the words coming out of her mouth like smoke. He didn't want to hear what she had to say--he tried to block it out but the smoke was suffocating. He put his hands over her mouth, lightly at first, but the smoke just kept rolling out faster. He pressed down harder. The harder he pressed the more his hands began to burn; he knew it was the fire inside of her, the fire she once gave him and then so easily took away. He wanted the fire to die out he wanted her to taste the ashes, he wanted her to choke on them. His thrusting became more vigorous and he could feel himself coming to orgasm. His hands moved away from her mouth and over her chest onto the bed, grasping the bed, handfuls of sheets in both fists. He wanted to stop; he wanted to prolong this feeling of being on the edge of something great, of something amazing. There it was, within his grasp, if only he could hold on just a moment longer.

And as soon as it had started, it was over. The prostitute lay on the bed crying and spitting blood out of her mouth.

"Get away from me, you psychotic fuck." Pushing herself away from him across the bed and tumbling onto the floor she stood up and grabbed frantically at her clothing and put them on as quickly as possible. Severus kneeled next to the bed, catching his breath. He looked at his hands. There were deep bite marks on them and the warm red blood began to dry on his palms.

"The lake."

"Give me my fucking money." The girl stood between him and the door. He pointed to the bedside table where a black bag filled with coins sat. Severus stood up and walked to the sink inside the small water closet.

"Take what you need and leave." He didn't look at her on his way to the restroom, but could see the bed, sheets and filthy blankets strewn about, partially covered in blood, sweat and semen. Severus turned on the faucet and washed his hands, the blood mixing with the water, and flowing down the drain. When he turned back around she had already left, his wallet had been dropped onto the floor, a few galleons had fallen out and were now scattered around it.

Grabbing his clothes, he sat on the bed for a moment and tried to forget what had just happened. He hadn't thought about Patricia in years. Why now did these memories come to him? At such a low point in his life? He pushed them back into the depths of his mind and told himself to remember to visit his pensive before he went to bed. He clutched his cloak off the rack and wrapped it around himself tightly as he opened his door and walked down the stairs. A few eyes were on him as he stepped down the dirty wooden stairs and walked by the bar at which he set down two galleons.

"Look, mister, can I have a talk with ya, before ya leave?" The toothless bartender seemed concerned, urging him to stay and talk.

"No" was all Severus' said before he walked out the bar. He allowed the large wooden door to slam shut behind him as three sets of eyes burned holes into his back. He quickened his pace, and walked rapidly towards the gates of Hogwarts.