Chapter 9
Green with envy
I accompany Snape back to the castle in silence, dinner just started, and we straighten ourselves before strolling in the Great Hall. The potioner leaves my side to step in first, walking fast to the teacher's table, while I sit down to my house's table, facing Drax, who has a curious look in his eyes. He discreetly raises his palm to me, making sure no one notices, signaling that it's time for our secret code communication again. I can see in his eyes that curiosity is ripping him to pieces right now. I reach out my palm under the table towards Drax, and receive his enthusiastic message.
"What happened? I saw you two come here together. And what's with that big smile on you?" a big grin is plastered on his face.
"I dueled him, and I was about to lose, but I used a nasty trick and turned the tables in the last moment. So, victory is mine." my smile couldn't be wider. I actually find it super funny that we are sitting face to face, smiling at each other like two lunatics.
"And what's your prize?" he asks cheekily.
"I get to ask one thing of him. Anything I want." I smirk, and Drax forms a dramatic O with his mouth, with eyes that say 'damn, girl, you lucky bastard'.
"Congratulations, Mrs. Snape. Use the wish wisely, and don't let him sleep that night." he winks mischievously, and I smack the back of his hand under the table.
"Pervert." I write, pretending to be mad.
"Oh, come on, you're undressing him with your eyes this very moment. I know that gaze, you hornus maximus." I scoff at his funny nickname.
"By the way, I gave him a French in the forest."
"No fucking way." his face is a mix between happy and is a sucker for sizzling hot pieces of info like this, so I let him indulge.
"How was it?" he leans closer to me with shining eyes, and I'm amused by his level of dedication to my romantic encounters. I don't answer, just bite my lower lip, and roll my eyes back, showing him that the potion master almost melted my knickers off my body with his heated kiss.
"That good, eh?" Drax smirks, and I just nod slightly. Even better than that. The food appears in on the table, and I eat a copious amount, having used up a lot of energy trying to run away from Snape constantly. As I look over to my dear teacher, I see him eating more than usual also, he is just as exhausted as I am. I re-establish the cauldron blowup with Drax, placing it first thing in the morning, seeing that potions was first period. The evening goes by quite peacefully, and I find it difficult to fall asleep, but after a mind emptying exercise I'm able to slip into blissful nothingness, replaying my first (real) kiss with Snape…
I wake up early, and run to the Great Hall to grab a bite, where I spot my bat chewing on some toast as a light breakfast. I give him a meaningful but kind of happy look, and after I finish my salad, I'm already up at the infirmary, head buried in a book about ancient healing practices. This is my routine, I come up, read for the first half an hour, then Poppy teaches me something practical on a dummy or worst-case scenario, an animal. Poppy is usually present with me, and now she is cleaning the cabinets, and organizing the necessities. Only twenty minutes after the bell rang, Drax bursts in through the door with a very angry Vincent, helping him, by leaning the Slytherin guy on his shoulder.
Vincent is an athletic type, tall, lean muscles, beautiful thighs, a wasp waist, and broad, but still feminine shoulders. His long, cherry red hair reaches his bottom, and as usual, it's tied together with a black silk ribbon at the middle of its length. He looks like a prince, with a black silk shirt under his Slytherin tie and robe, and pine green velvet trousers, to match the house color. His polished black leather shoes knock hard over the infirmary floor as they walk over to a bed, sitting down, Drax having a fake concerned look on his face. He knows his sweetheart is in good hands, and I'm able to save prince charming's pretty face.
"Madame Pomfrey, his potion exploded in his face, he needs immediate help!" says Drax feigning panic.
"Somebody is responsible for this! None of my potions exploded until today! When I find the culprit, I shall show no mercy!" growled Vincent with a bloody red blistered face, the first few layers of skin having burned away by the boiling potion.
"Oh, hurry my child, help the young man, while I run to professor Sprout for some Dittany!" said the matron, leaving the room with haste. Oh, we will not be in need of that, Poppy. I give a look to Drax, who understands my hint, and hurries out the door as well. I stand up, and slowly walk over to the evil prince with icy blue eyes. I stop in front of him, and cross my arms on my chest with a smug look. I have to corner him in one swift move.
"What are you waiting for? Are you going to treat my wounds or not?" he exclaims outraged, furrowing his elegant slim brows at me.
"Oh, I will, but first, I would like to ask a tiny favor, if you don't mind." I say innocently, a small grin in the corner of my lips.
"Who are you to just ask me for favors? Why should I listen to a lowborn like you?" he spits at me, and raises his head full of pride. Oh, so we're playing like that. Alright, I don't mind being a little rough. If I was able to corner your freaking head of house for three years, your cotton candy ass will be a piece of cake.
"Because at the moment you have two options. Either you hear me out, and I heal your wounds in less than five minutes; or you can play the proud prince as much as you want, but your beautiful face will be covered in blisters and nasty skin peels for the next two months. Your choice." I tell him, and I know his vanity is on a higher level than anyone else's in this school, he's super proud of his looks, so this is quite a big threat for the guy. I can see on him that he realizes his current position, and he switches his expression to a suspicious one.
"How are you able to heal me in less than five minutes? This sounds too questionable for me." he says mimicking my position, and folding his arms over his delicate shirt.
"I possess some powers which your ancestors only dreamed about, now, can we move on with the deal, or do you prefer to stay ugly?" I have a wide shit-eating grin plastered on my face, knowing that I already won this battle with mister dangerous popular. After a few moments of silence, he looks at me with a piercing gaze and asks, growling.
"What do you want?"
"I'm sure you heard about my friend here, Drax, who helped you come to the infirmary? I want you to stop being a pompous bastard for 5 minutes, and hear this boy out. Drop your pride, drop your judgment and actually listen to what he has to say. This conversation must stay in this room, but if you insult my friend in any way, I will make sure to rearrange your internal organs, starting by placing your heart into your ass. Do we have a deal?" I reach out my hand to him smiling in a mocking way, and he eyes me dubiously.
"I just have to hear him out?" he asks in a more quiet tone.
"Yes."
"And keep the conversation a secret."
"Exactly."
He sighs heavily.
"Fine. Deal." Vincent slaps his hand in mine, and shakes it violently. I quickly round him, and standing behind his back I send the strings in his nape, and in a few minutes, he looks good as new. He checks himself in the mirror next to the bed, and gives me a weird look, but I just tell him,
"Don't forget our deal." And I walk to the door, stepping out to Drax. He waited for me to finish up Vincent, leaning on the handrail at the top of the stairs. When he sees me, he rushes over, excitement in his eyes.
"So?" he asks nervously, fidgeting with his fingers.
"I prepared the broth, now go and add the noodles to the soup." I wink at him, and he pulls me in a tight hug, whispering a soft thank you to me, before going in. I pray for this boy to succeed. Even if Vincent is not attracted to him, at least Drax will have a big stone off his chest.
It's my turn to lean on the railing now, and as I'm lost in my daydreams, waiting for a result from the boys, I hear familiar footsteps coming up the stairs. Well, well, well, if it isn't the dark demon of duels, the king of kisses himself, Severus Snape.
"And what are you doing out here, Miss, when classes are still in session? Don't tell me you're slacking off from healing too?" he gives the snide remark as he reaches the top of the stairs, approaching me with prim, almost levitating steps.
"No, professor I just finished healing the victim of this morning's explosion, and I came out for a short break." I tell him a part-lie because I don't want him to know that my best friend is currently confessing his love to another boy inside. "And what brings you here, professor?" I ask him with a slight playfulness in my voice. My mood is permanently elevated since our kiss, and I couldn't be more thankful for it.
"I came to see mister Vaarn's state, after all, he got injured in my class." he says in a stoic manner, and heads towards the door, but I call out his name, stopping him in his tracks. I can't let him go in!
"Professor Snape! I don't think it's a good idea to enter now, the patient—" I'm interrupted as we suddenly hear yelling from inside, and it's Vincent's outraged voice. Oh no. The door flings out violently, and Vincent tramples out with his face red like a tomato, clutching his robe shut in front of his body, clearly shaken up. He turns back to yell again, while taking aggressive steps out.
"You're sick, Donovan! You understand? Sick!" he spits the words with disgust, and storms down the stairs, while I turn my shocked face to my dear friend, who now stands in the doorway with tears in his eyes and trembling fists on his sides. I want to rush to him and gather the boy in my arms, but Snape cuts in my direction, standing awfully close to me.
"If I'm correct, your next period is free. Come to my office, I wish to discuss with you what happened yesterday." he says quietly and disappears with his robe flying down the stairs. Why right now, you heartless bastard? I clearly have to comfort my friend for at least three days, now that he was rejected in such an awful manner. I just hope Vincent will keep his word and we won't wake up tomorrow to the whole school laughing at Drax or being disgusted with him.
I take Drax's hand, and walk him back to our dorm in silence, there's nothing I can say to him right now that would make him feel better, and he knows that as well. The poor boy's tears are falling the whole time, and I walk with him behind my back, holding his hand tightly, with a vice-like grip, and each time I hear him sniffle, the crack on my heart travels deeper. We're lucky the bell didn't ring yet, so the corridors are all empty, and Drax can cry his heart out in peace as we walk quietly. Fucking bastard pompous prince! He could at least have rejected him in a more humane manner, not behaving like an animal! I guess he's the most ruthless Slytherin student for a reason, but still! He should pray not to get in my sight, because there shalt be no mercy for thy heathen!
When we enter the empty dorm, Drax begins to sob intensely, letting out all the held back waters until now, and I offer my shoulder to him, as we take the steps to the bedrooms. I take off his robe and vest, giving him his nightwear, and after he changes, I tuck his shaking form in, conjuring a cup of tea onto his nightstand. I run over to my own bedroom, and fish out a sleeping draught from my trunk, (I brewed it when I had some sleepless nights because of Snape) then putting a few drops in the tea, I hand the cup to Drax.
"Drink it, and sleep. I'll inform your roommates to leave you alone for a while, because you got a cold. Try to empty your mind for now." I caress his back, as he downs the liquid, then nodding to me, he faces the wall, and goes to sleep.
I hear the bell ringing, but I don't make my way for break, instead I head towards the dungeons, straight towards Snape's office, and I wait in front of the door, knowing he didn't leave the classroom yet. He always cleans up before his next class, so I lean my back to the wall with my heart racing, and wondering what the bat might want to say. I just hope it's not some form of regret or stepping back from our deal.
He only needs a few minutes, and I already see him approaching with vigorous steps, flicking his wand, opening the door before he even reaches me. He doesn't stop, Snape passes me, entering his office, and I follow him, although with much less élan. Once in, he shuts his door using his wand again, and closes every seal and lock on the wooden entrance.
"Sit." Snape points to a leather armchair next to his round table, and I comply without a word, curious about what he has to say. He walks to his table, and turns to me, leaning on the table's edge, folding his arms together.
"As I mentioned, I wish to discuss our duel and the aftermath. I must say, I'm quite impressed with your sneaky trick, using my own patronus against me as a distraction. I suppose you got the idea from my memories." he says matter-of-factly.
"To be honest, I was ready to give up in that moment, but the night before the duel, I had a dream where a doe helped me through the dark forest. And I remembered my dream as I wanted to step out from behind the tree, associating the images with your patronus and its meaning. I'm sorry, it wasn't nice of me to play with your emotions like that, professor." I say with honest regret, because no matter how cool the trick was, it still involved ripping up Snape's past wounds.
"No, you actually did what the situation called for. When you face a stronger opponent, you have to find his weakness, and use it against him, that's your only way to victory." his face doesn't show discomfort or pain, but I still decide to ask softly,
"So, you're not mad at me?"
"No. I would have even awarded you some house points if this had been an official duel." he says, a hint of appreciation in his voice, which makes my heart swell, and relief making my chest lighter, knowing that Snape is not angry with me. A small smile appears on my lips.
"The aftermath however…" he begins seriously, and my smile disappears instantly, I don't like his tone right now. I don't dare to say anything, I will let him find his own words.
"I will not deny the fact that I responded to your kiss in that forest. I will also not deny that I might enjoyed it to a certain degree. I am well aware of your attraction towards me, and since you so gallantly entered my mind palace, I'm sure you discovered, that I might have a spark of interest towards you as well. However, you and I both know, that we cannot pursue anything that would mean more than a standard student-teacher relation. It's strictly forbidden by the school regulation; on the other hand, for a young maiden like you, someone closer to your age would be much better suited." he's trying to sound as soft as possible, because he can also feel that his words hurt me deeply. My vision starts to get blurred by my tears, and I quickly wipe them away with my sleeve. This doesn't go unnoticed by him, because his face contorts into a slight pained expression for a split second.
"How can you say that? I am attracted to you, not to some teenager infantile! Why are you deciding beforehand who is suited for me and who is not?" I ask upset, choked by my tears in the middle of the sentence. Snape takes a long pause, then his face turns into a dark frown.
"I could never forgive myself if in the future you broke down, regretting your decision of starting anything with me." he whispers lowly, piercing his gaze into mine. But this is just oil to the fire, and I burst out more, driven by my pain.
"Why would I ever break down?!" I demand, crying freely now.
"Because I can hurt you." now he is starting to get a bit tense, irritated even. He clenches his fist next to his body.
"Oh, please! There's no way you could hurt me with anything! I know you inside out!" I exclaim, my tone sounding a bit mocking. Anger flashes over Snape's face, and he closes the distance between us with two speedy steps, slamming his hands on both sides of the armchair, and practically pushing his face in mine.
"No. You only saw my memories. You don't know me." the potioner growls threateningly, his eyes thundering with intense emotions. After a few moments his eyes glue themselves on my lips, and for a second I could swear I see longing in them.
"I will fulfill your wish of choice, and afterwards, you should cease chasing after something that will only bring your downfall." he says quietly, taking my chin between his thumb and index finger.
As I sit there, this close to his form, I can smell his scent of musk and herbs, and I find myself intoxicated again. If I listened to my heart, I would just tackle him to the ground and kiss him until we both can't breathe, but my feelings are too hurt at the moment to do anything contradictory to his words. Somehow deep down, I anticipated this, and now, that I calmed down a bit, I can see his reasons as to why he said what he said. He is a teacher with huge responsibilities, and starting an affair with a student could cost him his job and reputation, furthermore, he wouldn't be accepted to any workplace if a scandal like this ever comes to light. He will be seen as a freak, or worse, a pedophile, since I'll be of age only next year, but even then, I'll still be young for him. I decide not to argue with him anymore, so with a heavy heart, I open my mouth, but the words weigh tons as they roll off my tongue.
"I understand." I whimper out sadly. "Am I free to go?" I ask weakly as I wipe my eyes from wetness. Snape straightens himself, and steps to his desk with his back to me, placing his hands on the desk and slouching over it. I slowly get up, although my feet feel like someone filled them with sand, and head to the dungeon hallway. I hear the seals unlock themselves, and I open the door, but I turn back with an angered look before I step out. You are not escaping without tasting my bitterness.
"Severus Snape, you are cruel." I spit the words with stinging disdain, and I barely catch his shocked and outraged face turning towards me, before I make a run for it, and I don't stop until I reach my dorm. I peek inside at Drax, who is sleeping soundly, and walking inside the girl's bedrooms, I climb into my bed. Taking a sip from the sleeping draught, I immediately fall into unconscious blackness. I have to numb myself now. Otherwise, my heart would just stop beating because of the pain.
Two weeks have passed. For the first five days, I reported sick, and either stayed in bed reading, or visiting Drax to talk about anything but our heartaches. It felt like going back to childhood again, staying together, playing chess or cards, having no responsibilities for these five days. Just like in summer vacations. When we felt a little bit presentable, we resumed classes, but Drax skipped every class where Vincent was present, and I desperately ignored the dungeon bat again. Whenever Poppy came to me with stuff sent by the potioner, I would either just send them back, or place them somewhere in the infirmary, and never touch them. He tried sending books, potion recipes, notes made in his class about the topic of the day, handwritten by him; I let nothing come through. I used Drax's notes to finish my assignments, and keep myself up to date with the material. You may call this childish behavior, but I felt like I needed this to get over the rejection I suffered by my bat.
One week until the winter holidays start. I decided to stay in the castle this year, since my parents want to visit our distant relatives, and I told them I didn't want to participate in sloppy conversations with people I barely know, so I kindly refused. And on the other hand, I have a secret plan for myself this year. Drax says he will stay too, since according to him, Yule is not the same if I'm not there to have fun with him. His statement warms my heart, but I told him he didn't have to stay just for my sake. So now, we sit in my bedroom, playing some cards, enjoying the laid-back period and lax classes before the holidays. My two roommates went to Hogsmeade, so we have some privacy to ourselves with Drax. It's a nice Sunday afternoon.
"Are you alright?" he asks with a meaningful look.
"Yes." I breathe out, running my hand through my hair a bit tense.
"It doesn't seem like yes to me. Snape still bothers you?" his eyes are full of concern. I sigh in frustration.
"He's sending these fucking mixed signals to me, and I just can't seem to understand what the fuck he truly wants. He says that we can't do anything and blabla, but he sends stuff to me with Poppy all the time. And not just things related to class, Drax. Books that appear to have relation to healing but they don't; they explain how the brain functions when you're in love or attracted to someone, and they give you a detailed explanation about all the hormones related to this. He sent me some weird potion recipes, which at first glance were gibberish, but upon examination I saw that they were coded, and when I solved it, they gave me a romantic poem written by an ancient poet from a century ago. And then, he sends me his handwritten notes he made especially for me during his class. Tell me, Drax, does this look normal to you?" I look at him with a confused face, lifting my palms up to underline my abashment.
"Hmm, I would definitely not call this normal. However, it seems to me that your favorite potions professor has an inner conflict with himself. I mean, when you think about it logically, if he says one thing with his mouth, but does another thing with his hands, that's a pretty clear conflict to me." he explains caressing his chin like he has an imaginary beard. I only sigh again, dropping my head into my hands, but then Drax's enthusiastic voice shakes me back.
"I think I know how we could put his feelings towards you to the test." he has a smug face, and my ears perk up in curiosity.
"You may not be totally comfortable with the idea, but this all depends on you, whether you want to find out what he truly feels or not." he says with a small grimace, afraid of causing discomfort to me.
"Drax, at this point, I am willing to try anything to figure this man out." I say rolling my eyes.
"Alright then. The equation is simple: We have to make him jealous. You'll have to let me kiss you." he says simply, and I pull a surprised face at him. The idea for me is not that horrible, but my first thought is that Drax might be inconvenienced with this.
"Will it not bother you?" I ask, feeling a bit uneasy.
"Listen, if me kissing you will reveal that creepy bastard's true feelings and potentially bring him closer to you, then I'll gladly give you a smooch." Drax says chuckling.
"Alright, so how do we do it?" his good mood starts to stick to me too, so a cheeky smile makes its way on my face too.
"We have to be caught by him. Snape usually starts his patrol half an hour before curfew, he walks through every hallway, the man is thorough, that's for sure. I was thinking we could hide in an alcove on the corridor which leads to the Room of Requirement. You know with the Barnabas tapestry on it?" Drax illustrates, and I'm quite impressed with his thought process.
"Yes."
"It takes roughly forty minutes for him to reach the seventh floor, which means, he will catch us kissing and being out after curfew. We will probably lose a lot of house points if he gets extra mad, but I'll just tell the guys I was sneaking out for something else. I'll think of a reason." he winks keeping his smile.
"Okay, so when do you want to do it?" I ask with ardor.
"It's best if we do it today. Since it's Sunday, it's more believable that we didn't want to go to sleep because of the weekend schedule."
"Alright. Then, we meet at 9:45 on the seventh floor tonight." I say with fluttering heart, and Drax's plan pours some newfound hope inside me, thinking I might just succeed to push Snape over the invisible edge of succumbing to his interest.
9:50. We stand in front of a window in an alcove, with Drax, near the entrance to the Room of Requirement. My lower back is pushed to the windowsill, the boy keeps me in his arms, his body pressed against mine, one hand on the small of my back, the other on my nape. I placed my arms around his neck. We took this position to be prepared, so when we hear the inaudible footsteps of Snape, we can jump into action instantly. Drax told me we should be dramatic about it, and do a French kiss, so I said, fine, whatever you think will make the bigger impact. The fire crackles softly in the torches, giving us a very romantic setting, the eerie silence of the seventh floor is dulled by the small chirping of a late evening bird.
"Nervous?" Drax whispers caringly, and tucks a lock of hair behind my ear.
"A little." I chuckle.
"Don't worry, I'm not a horrible kisser. I might not be as fantastic as mister bat, but I'm certainly not last in line either." his whisper in the quiet evening air covers my skin with goosebumps.
Suddenly, we hear faint, quick steps in the distance, and we immediately recognize them as Snape's. Drax looks into my eyes.
"Now or never." he mouths the words to me, and slowly starts to approach my face.
"Relax…" he breathes, I can feel his breath on my skin, and closing my eyes, I part my lips a little, to let him slip his tongue inside my awaiting mouth. God damn, the boy can kiss!! My heart is beating a thousand beats a minute, and as I feel Drax slowly start to get into the lip action, I lose myself a little bit into the sensation of his soft lips and caressing tongue. His movements are careful and passionate, one thing's for sure, whoever will be Drax's partner in the future, the guy will be a lucky man. But somehow, even though I'm kissing my best friend, the images of Snape's kiss come rushing back to me, and can't think of anything else than the potioner's plump lips and deep kiss, the sheer dominance that union of lips carried. I feel my knees weaken as these thoughts are on display in my head, and I hear the steps coming closer and closer…
"May I get the answer, as to why two students are out and about after curfew? Snogging nonetheless, which is another violation of the school rules." Snape hisses behind Drax's back, and we fly apart, pretending to be caught by surprise.
"Um, we're sorry professor, we just—" starts Drax, but Snape interrupts angrily.
"Mister Donovan, 25 points are taken from your house at this moment, and you will serve detention for a week. Now get out of my sight." his threatening voice sends shivers down our spine, but for me, it also sends an electric wave to my core, making my knickers damp. We look at each other, Drax has a frightened, but also a face that says 'I told you'. We both head towards the stairs to disappear fast, but Snape grabs my wrist forcefully, his grip like a vice.
"I only said Mister Donovan."
His movement takes me by surprise, I don't even have time to look back at Drax's receding face, I'm pulled along the long seventh floor hallway, and we round onto a small staircase which leads down to the Ancient Runes classroom on the sixth floor. Halfway down the stairs, I'm roughly swung around, with my back crashing into the wall, my wrists are pinned to either side of my head and a very angry Snape growls into my face in the semidarkness.
"What the hell were you doing?" the pathos thunders from his onyx eyes, and I'm taken aback by his behavior. The potion master's aura is like a snake baring its fangs at me, vicious, threatening; I can see he can't control himself fully in this moment.
"I was just spending time with my friend..." I whimper, because his ferocity took away all my bravery and I'm still under the shock of him cornering me. I was expecting many reactions of him, but not this one.
"With his tongue deep in your throat? And you dare to call me cruel?" he presses the words between his teeth lowly, and I start to squirm a bit in his tight grasp. Fear slowly makes its way under my skin, and I suddenly wish to run away from his reproaching gaze. I regret kissing Drax with every ounce of my body now, and I'm scared of what the bat will do to me. Will he hurt me? My vision is blurred by liquid, as I feel my eyes start to burn and sting from them.
"You told me we can't have anything between us! How do you think this made me feel after I've been thinking about you for so long?" I choke out. The river of pain flows from my eyes as I push the back of my head to the wall behind me, squeezing my eyes shut, leaving myself vulnerable to the snake, not caring if he bites me anymore.
To my greatest surprise, I don't feel pain, no, I feel his warm lips crashing into mine, a fierce and forceful kiss, nothing sweet nothing tender, just raw dominance with a clear message. He roughly interweaves his fingers in my hair at my nape, pulling by head backwards even more, this making me part my lips in a gasp. But he takes advantage of this reaction; the professor slips his tongue inside my welcoming mouth, and proceeds to meticulously caress and explore every inch inside my cavern. It's like he's trying to get rid of even the smallest trace of Drax inside me, and replace it with his taste and presence. I can feel the pure jealousy in the way he handles me, and deep down I couldn't be happier. I know what we did with Drax was not the fairest play, but I got my results with it, which will be a win-win for both me and Snape. He just doesn't know ot yet. His body pressed flush against mine lets his scent daze me, while I let the teacher ravish my mouth in the most temperamental and erotic way, the barely audible noises coming from his throat setting my nether region on fire, and my nipples could cut glass, based on how hardened the potioner made them. As the long seconds pass, and he releases his extemporary frustration inside our kiss, his grip gradually loosens on my wrists, and his hands slowly make their way upwards to entwine his fingers with my trembling ones. It's the first delicate touch which doesn't carry any haste or acrimony, Snape gingerly locks our fingers together, and he brings them to my chest, pressing them together, squeezing my breasts with them. He interrupts the osculation in a much calmer mood, panting, but he keeps his stern gaze deeply planted in mine.
"I don't want to see you again with that boy." he whispers the words to my lips so quietly, I have to force myself out of my dizzy state, and double my focus on my ears to hear them.
I'm so overwhelmed by him at this moment, that the only thing I can do is nod with my mouth agape and my skin red and puffed from the intensity of the kiss.
"Now go back to your dorm, and if you prepare a parchment for me about each book I sent you in these two weeks, I shall reward you with 25 house points." he states with a hint of kindness in his voice, and I'm surprised at his offer for me to win back the lost points. He lets go of me, and I instantly miss the warm sensation his fingers gave to my skin. I straighten my ruffled-up clothes, and look back up to him.
"I understand, professor. Goodnight." I say, as I start walking towards our dorm, with the butterflies still flying chaotically in my stomach. As I get to the sixth floor, and I enter an abandoned corridor, I see the moonlight flowing onto the stone ground of the castle, and my heart skips several beats, thinking where my weird romantic journey will take us with the beloved dungeon bat…