I am officially done with finals, so I celebrated with: Another Chapter!

Chpt 20- Isn't This What You Wanted?

Lyric sat teary-eyed on her bed as the Gryffindor's self-named Pity Party raged on below her. She didn't do any of the homework she had planned on doing, but just sat and watched the minutes tick away on the clock. As eight o'clock neared, the lump in Lyric's stomach swelled until she felt she was going to be sick.

Out the window, the rain had now turned to snow. It was the middle of November, and winter had arrived. Lyric sighed thinking that just a week ago, she had been enjoying the warm sun.

As Lyric watched the snow swirling around the castle, she lost track of the time. When she heard the clock strike eight, she finally woke from her revere.

"Shit!" she ran out of her room and past the party.

"Hey Lyric!" Tristan called after her above the music.

Lyric stopped at the door, wanting to leave without talking to him. But she was compelled to stay.

"Where you off to?" he asked. As Tristan took a step towards her, he stumbled.

"I have detention," Lyric answered, smelling the alcohol on Tristan's breath. "Remember? I'm responsible for your mess."

"You didn't have to be. Rita was going down for what we did-"

"For what you did!" Lyric interrupted. "There is no we, Tristan. You did it. Don't ever forget that." Without letting Tristan defend himself, Lyric turned on her heels and was out the door.

Her mind going a mile a minute, Lyric made no rush to get to Snape's office. When she finally did walk in the door, she was fuming.

"Miss Dumbledore, I see that punctuality is an issue for you. Perhaps you'd like to be here tomorrow night as well?"

Lyric was ready to explode at Snape, but she bite her tongue. "Sorry Sir, I was distracted with other homework."

"A likely story. I heard the racket coming from your house. Are the Gryffindors stupid enough to celebrate when they lose?"

"I wasn't a part of the celebration, I wouldn't know," Lyric hissed at her professor. "May I please get started serving my detention?"

"You didn't have the courtesy to be on time, yet you think I will jump up to do as you ask? Funny, you seem to believe that world revolves around you. But I guess that's what happens when you're the headmaster's niece. Spoiled little-"

"Professor Snape!" Lyric snapped, cutting him off. "I have had a really bad day. I beg you, do not push me right now, for even I don't know how I might react."

Snape stared open-mouthed for a moment. Lyric was expecting him to snap back at her, threaten her with expulsion, but he surprised her instead. "Bookshelf," he said, indicating the large shelves against the far wall. I'm tired of not being able to find the books I need. Alphabetizing them should take you the rest of the detention." Snape turned, his robes swishing around him as he went back to his desk to sit down.

Lyric was a bit taken aback by his sudden apathy. Almost as though she had wanted to pick a fight with Snape. While setting to work on the bookshelves, Lyric began to wonder why she had such a disdain for Snape. She paused her work to look at him. Snape sat hunched over a number of student papers. His hair hung around his down turned face, outlining his strong features. His quill scratched across the parchment, with hardly a pause when he finished with one paper and grabbed another. A cup of steaming tea sat untouched on the desk.

"Miss Dumbledore, I believe that your job would be done much more quickly if you would stop staring at me," he hissed without looking up from his desk.

Lyric turned her attention back to her work, but it wasn't long before she found herself peeking over her shoulder again.

"Perhaps I was unclear earlier. Miss Dumbledore, your persistent staring is annoying me and keeping you from doing your work. Stop it."

Lyric paused, still staring at her professor. All of the questions that had been nagging at the back of her brain suddenly came to head at once. She couldn't stop herself from finding out the answer.

"Why didn't you expel me?" she asked.

"We've been over this, Miss Dumbledore. I don't have an answer for you, unless of course you wish to tell me why you would play such a cruel joke." Snape threw down his quill and came out from behind his desk.

"I was angry." Lyric said, taking a few steps closer to Snape.

"At me? What could I possibly have done to get in your bad graces?" Snape said, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning up against his desk.

"If I have to tell you that, you're not as smart as you think." Lyric said, before turning back to the bookcases. The silence was unnerving, but Lyric kept at her work. She was nearly to the Ds before curiosity got the better of her.

Lyric slowly turned her head around. Snape was in the same position: arms crossed, leaning against the desk. He was staring intently at Lyric and made no attempt to hide it.

"Use a Freezing Charm, it'll last longer," Lyric shot at her professor.

But Snape didn't say a thing.

Lyric tried to shrug it off, and turn back around. It was only a minute later before she had to turn back around, and again, he was staring. "Professor, do you mind?"

"Not at all Miss Dumbledore. It's just that… I enjoy watching you work."

Lyric wasn't sure what he meant. If he liked watching HER work or if her liked watching her WORK. Either way, it was annoying. She threw down the books that were in her hands and turned her body towards Snape. She meant to stride over to him smoothly, but the second she put her foot out, she tripped over a stack of books. Before she could stop herself, she fell flat on the floor. She looked up at the Snape, completely embarrassed.

He stared back at her, his face unmoving. But Lyric could swear she saw a flicker of amusement in his eyes. She picked herself off the floor, and took a graceful step towards him. Lyric focused all her attention on trying not to shake. She felt anger, intrigue, fear, and desire all at the same time, and had no idea what to do with it.

"Professor?"

"Yes Lyric?"

Lyric was struck by hearing him say her first name. She paused for a moment, but then gingerly placed her hand on Snape's waist.

Snape didn't skip a beat. He enveloped Lyric in his arms and pulled her in. She angled her face to him and pressed her lips firmly against his. She kissed him so hard it nearly hurt, but she had never felt anything so invigorating in her life. She parted her lips, prompting Snape to do the same. His tongue playfully licked at her lips before delving deep into her throat. Lyric gave a gasp of surprise, but it was drowned in their kiss.

Lyric had dated few boys at Hogwarts. Peyton and she had tried to date in their fifth year, but it never really worked out, mostly because Lyric refused to let him touch her. And she had kissed Jack Davenport their fourth year under the Christmas Mistletoe, but Lyric walked away from that experience with huge disappointment and a wet face. And the past summer had brought about a few random snogs, but most of the boys were just in Fiji on vacation.

But this kiss with Snape topped them all. Snape had experience. He was forceful, but gentle. Yearning, yet restrained.

Lyric felt warm hands move to her sides and slowly up and down her torso, propelling her into a state of utter arousal. She threw her arms around his neck and grappled at his hair, which didn't feel greasy, but soft and sleek.

It was nearly a lifetime before either came up for air. When they did, Snape looked into Lyric's eyes. Then almost violently, he shoved her away.

Lyric, shocked, stared open-mouthed at her professor. "Isn't that what you wanted?" she asked coldly.

"No! You're a student, and you're just a child."

"I'm not a child!" she yelled.

"Miss Dumbledore, you're seventeen years old and you're my student. I shouldn't be abusing my power like this. The wizarding world already has me pegged as a Death Eater, now they can add child molester to the list."

"It was not molestation, I started it!" Lyric pleaded with her professor. She tried to place her hand on his chest, but he moved away as though she were a leper.

"They'll think I was taking advantage of you."

"You're not taking advantage of me. This is what I wanted, too."

Those words seemed to catch Snape's attention, as he stopped arguing. The two stared at each other for a moment, and that's when they both noticed the other person in the room.

Heehee. Don't you hate cliffies?