Chpt. 7- What you wanted

Lyric sat in the potions class trying to remember the proper ingredients.

"Hair of chichevache, a dash of ground kelpie hoof, and what was the last thing?" she asked herself, she looked in her book, but Snape snatched it out of hand.

"This is not open-book Miss Dumbledore. For that, you fail. Stay after class to discuss it with me," he hissed quietly so as not to disturb the other students.

"Had he mentioned it wasn't open book?" Lyric thought to herself.

Iona shot Snape a disgusting look, then Lyric a look of sympathy. When class was over, Lyric remained behind while the other students filtered out. She approached his desk, her feet growing heavier with every step. "You wanted to see me?" she asked.

"Yes," Snape said getting out from behind his desk. He quickly closed the gap between them and grabbed Lyric by the shoulders. He then forced his mouth on hers. Lyric, completely shocked, had no reaction at first, but soon found herself enjoy his taste, his touch. She opened her mouth to let him in. His tongue moved quickly, but gently. After what seemed like an eternity of kissing, Snape broke away and began to undress Lyric. She wasn't quite she sure that she wanted this to happen, but she felt that she didn't want it to stop.

"Wait," she cried, "this is too fast."

"No, it isn't," he commanded as he tore off her robes. He planted to lips to hers again, and continued to undress the girl.

Lyric's body shuddered at his every touch, and a hunger deep in her loins pulled at her. She wanted more, but she knew it couldn't happen. "Wait, stop, I can't do this," she screamed at him.

"Yes, you can," he demanded. "Isn't it what you wanted?" he asked.

"No, stop it," she was nearly in tears

"But, dear girl, it is your destiny," he whispered in her ear.

"NO!" Lyric woke up screaming. Lights all around her went on. Iona appeared by her bedside.

"What is it?" she asked, concerned for her friend.

Lyric sat puzzled until she realized the encounter with Snape had been a dream. "Nothing," she said, out of breath. "Just a bad dream is all."

"Goddammit," screamed Griselda from across the room, "some of us are trying to sleep."

"Cram it, Griselda," Iona glared at her.

"Wanna say that a little closer?" Griselda jumped out of her bed.

"Stop it," Lyric cried, "sorry to wake you Griselda, I'm going to back to sleep."

"I knew I should've stayed in Slytherin tonight," Griselda mumbled to herself as she crawled back into bed.

Iona looked at Lyric with concern. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine, please go back to sleep." Iona crawled back into bed and the lights went out.

Lyric lay back down, but didn't dare close her eyes for the rest of the night.

Okay needed to write a real quick chapter. I know my story is coming along quick now, but finals start next week, so I'll be out for a while. Don't worry (my two readers) but I'll be back after I fail all my finals. Happy reading!