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A/N: Thank you so much to those of you that read the first chapter and have subscribed! It really means so much to me! I have up to chapter five written out I am in the process of editing them with the help of my lovely beta House of Pierce. I hope you enjoy this one! Any questions or comments please add them into your reviews!

Helpful Hint: Snape's office has the desk in the center of the room ;)

Weeks went by without any letters and Abby was getting nervous about him. He looked worse than ever, sitting at the Head Table in the Great Hall, as if he was diving deeper and deeper into his own personal hell. She wanted to write him but was worried. A Hogwarts student, Katie Bell, had been attacked and Abigail felt like he knew something or was a part of it somehow. She buried her head into her hands and just sighed.

"What's bothering you, Stocks?" Ron Weasley, an old childhood friend came up behind her and draped his arm around her shoulders giving her a slight squeeze.

"Girl stuff—don't worry or write the twins." She smiled and pushed him off of her playfully. Chancing a glance at the head table, she saw Severus burning holes into the wall behind the Slytherin tables.

"I won't but if you keep up with the sad face I just might have to. Why don't you come with me and Harry to Hogsmeade? You could talk to Ginny or Hermione; they are good with girl things." She gave him a small smile, half tempted to go, and make him jealous.

"I'd love to but… I have homework I should look at. Maybe we can have dinner together tonight?"

"Sounds good. Better smile or I'll tell." Ron grinned and hugged her close before walking away. His warmth was nice but it was nothing compared to what she knew and what she missed. As Ron walked away she knew she needed to see Severus today.

I swear if Weasley does anything to her… Snape watched him walk back to his correct table. I think my sixth year students need a bit more Dark Arts homework. He rose from his seat and walked to his private rooms within the castle.

Abigail left the Great Hall soon after Ron had left, she wasn't in the mood for breakfast. She had her sights set on the Owlery. If he wasn't going to write her, she'd write him. Taking one of the school's owls she quickly wrote him a note:

I'm coming to your office at two. You better be there

SAM

Sending off the small school owl, Abigail sank down against the wall to wait.

Severus paced his rooms. He couldn't talk to her about Draco. It would only hurt her and put her at risk. She had to be kept safe. Yet being away from her was killing him. She was the one thing keeping him sane. Without Lily, Abigail was his only hold. He needed her, needed this; the relationship with Abigail was so much more than physical now.

When the owl started pecking at his window he was startled from his thoughts and stared at the pane of glass in confusion. No one would owl him. They all had different ways of messaging him, none by owl. He opened the window and the owl sailed in and dropped the post in his lap, and darted out the window before he could see who the owl was from. Once he read the note he looked at the clock 1:45.

"Bloody Hell." He raced toward his door. He had to go from his rooms, near the Slytherin common room, all the way to his office on the fourth floor in fifteen minutes without drawing attention to himself. This was going to be difficult. He raced through the empty corridors and slowed to a brisk walk whenever someone was near, sneering at any student who dared to look at him. He made it to his office in just enough time. He slouched down in his chair behind his large wooden desk, and tried to catch his breath. When he heard the classroom door close very gently he knew she was here. He rotated his chair toward the door just in time to see her walk into his office.

She hadn't been happy in a while; he could see it in the way she forced herself to stay upright when he could tell she wanted what he wanted; to forget the world around them and just be with each other.

Her honey brown hair was shining against the soft light from the candles. The candles flickered against her green eyes, and if it weren't for her short height and dark hair he would swear it was Lily. She stood in the doorway smiling and he couldn't help but smirk.

"I am glad to see you happy again"

"It's been too long," she said as she stepped forward and broke the unspoken rule between them; she hugged him, pushing her face into the nape of his neck, straddling his lap and holding herself there.

While so much told him to push her away and stop all of this, the seventeen year old inside of him that never got the chance to hold a girl—no, a woman—this way; the young man who never had someone return feelings for him wanted her and wanted her to want him. "I wanted to write, I wanted to see you, I wanted to say something."

"Why didn't you?" she whispered into his ear as she nestled into him, curving her body into his.

"Because I didn't want you to get tangled in my own hell."

"I'm already tangled in it." She moved to kiss him and pressed her lips against his ever so lightly, pulling away to look into his dark eyes. They weren't black or empty, but filled with all of the emotions that someone feels in a life time. He closed them gently and leaned into a deep kiss; Deeper than they had dared to go before. All of the emotion that they had kept inside was now coming forward. Hands spilled across robes, lips touched any visible skin, and tongues deepening everything as their passion began to go further. Abigail started to pull of her robes, as she kissed the nape of his neck.

"No, Abigail. No, we can't." He pushed her off of him, causing her to spill backward almost falling over. She caught herself on the desk and rose slowly. She should've felt rejected but she didn't. She instead decided to do what she did best, lead.

"Yes, Severus. I told you, you are not stopping me." She rose even higher. He'd never seen her like this. Her hair disheveled, sticking out at odd angles, her lips a deep flushed red. And her eyes. He couldn't pin them down; rage, arousal, pride. He realized he liked to see her like this and his desire only grew, but he held his place.

"I can't explain to you why I want this but I do. I am not suggesting we shag on your office floor; I have standards. I am suggesting you let go and just do what you want. If you tell me you don't want me…Fine, I will go. Otherwise…" She left the question hanging and held her composure. This was her pureblood side, the one most like his house. This was what drove him to her in the first place, this aggression and confidence. The idea of letting go of everything was enthralling. How long have I held myself from what I've wanted? Yes, she's so young but she decided this. If anything, she is the one calling the shots, not me. And I know I can stop if I need to, and I will when the time is right. But that time is not now.

He stood and walked to her. She stiffened ever so slightly as he got closer, bracing for the worse. Please, oh Please. Her upper lip quivered just barely enough to register. She was trying to hold on to her confidence but it was slipping faster with each moment that he didn't say a word.

He touched his hand to her check and cupped her chin in his hand—pulling her closer. He was so close to her yet he was holding back. She tried to get closer to him but he wouldn't let her. He was waiting for the right moment. When his lips finally touched hers it was so soft and slow. His lips felt like cool satin against her flushed skin. He held her there—lightly kissing her, but not fully giving her more. She couldn't move. She was powerless, but she didn't mind; he wanted her back. She knew it. The single kiss was not enough for either of them but he pulled away, still cupping her face with his hands.

"This is not going to end the way you want it to, I can assure you. There is a lot you do not know." Lily, Malfoy, Potter, Dumbledore.

She surged forward and crushed her lips against his, knocking him into the desk. She grasped around his neck and held the kiss, weaving her hand into his black hair. She moaned slightly as his hips pressed against hers. He couldn't help that he became aroused by the feel of her body against his, the feel of her lips against his, and her warm mouth inviting him to something more. The situation was becoming very hard to control.

He pushed against her, moving her back against the wall. While he stepped back she flung her robe on to the desk, revealing her actual body to him. He could see how the school uniform fit the curves of her body now. She wasn't a large girl at all but a rather shapely one. He must have spent too much time looking at her because she pushed herself onto him, strengthening their kiss and pushing them against the desk. His hands went to her waist and felt the shape of her. He kissed her neck and she sighed deeply as her fingers worked to unfasten his dark robes. Someone could hear us.

"Muffliato," she whispered clutching her wand on the desk. He pulled away when he heard the spell.

"Where did you learn that?"

"Ron showed me the other day. It's great isn't it?" She was confused as to why a simple spell was concerning him.

"Yes. That's why I came up with it." He moved from her, readjusting his robes as he sat at the desk.

"What?" She looked at him before glancing at the clock; it was almost five. She needed to get back to her room before heading out for dinner with her friends. "Brilliant. I have to go. I'm meeting up with Ron and Harry for dinner. Promise to write me about what has you so upset. I promise not to tell. You're safe with me." She stroked his cheek and then kissed him gently.

"Please write. I can't go back to thinking that there is nothing." She left before he could respond and ran to her room, hoping no one saw her leave.

Draco walked to his now Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher's office. Before he reached the door he saw a flustered Hufflepuff run from the office. He couldn't be certain but her shirt looked a bit untucked.

"Professor?" Draco called as he entered the office. He quickly took in the state of the once immaculate room; it was a mess.

"Something happen with the Hufflepuff?" He asked with a small sneer.

"That is not your business. What do you need?"