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A/N:29/11/08

The Two Faces of Professor Snape

After the commotion down in the common room Draco had stormed up to his dormitory in frustration and fought in vain to try and sleep. It just wouldn't happen, not when his blood was boiling with anger and every time he did begin to drift his mind would wander back to Rayne and to what he had been denied thanks to that jealous little bitch.

Just the memory of Rayne's touch was enough to arouse his desires again; Draco couldn't remember a time when he'd felt so sexually frustrated. Slumping onto his back he kicked at the bed sheets in irritation, screwing his eyes shut tight and fighting back a groan as they brushed delightfully against his still raging erection. It was hopeless to even try and sleep without first doing something to quell his feverish lusts. Reaching down with skilled hands Draco brought himself to a rough and less than satisfying climax.

Rolling over Draco buried his face into his pillows, "Damn Pansy that little bitch." He muttered irritably as the waves of sleep finally began to overcome him.

The next morning Draco awoke feeling tired and irritable. He got up, showered and dressed scowling at everybody who so much as passed a glance towards him. If anybody even muttered a comment about last night he'd curse them until their eyes fell out. Everybody seemed to sense this in Draco's attitude and so not a word was uttered about it. Draco's reputation as a promiscuous lover was well known but the other inhabitants of the common room were still rather shocked with how quickly he had 'worked his magic' on that strange new girl. She could be nothing better than a cheap whore if she was willing to give in to Draco that quickly.

For the second time in a row Draco stormed out of the common room and up to the Great Hall without even so much as a word to Crabb and Goyle who used to be so like his shadows. He grabbed a seat as far away from Pansy as he could find, fearing that it might be detrimental to his standing to hex her across the breakfast table, and once again sat angrily pushing the food around his plate. Mornings were proving to be a rather unpleasant experience this term.

***

Rayne slept in late that morning purposefully waiting until all sign of the other girls had left the room before she forced herself out of bed. Last night had turned out to be a hideously frustrating experience. She'd had Draco sat, theoretically, in the palm of her hand right up until Pansy's impeccably timed interruption.

She'd gone to bed seething with anger and enclosed herself within the deep green hangings, hoping that the solitude would help her in the fight against her temper. This place really was testing her control. Rayne heard when the other girls came back up to bed. They were all talking freely about what had happened, Pansy at the centre leading the discussion, not taking any care to hush their voices as they entered the room. Rayne sat and forced herself to tolerate their snide comments as they called her an undeserving whore, an evil witch who'd bespelled their poor, perfect Draco. She'd grasped a hold of her wrists, nails cutting roughly into her flesh as she fought against the raw desire to lash out and paint the walls with their blood.

Eventually the girls had grown tired of their insulting discussion and settled down to sleep, plunging the room into the harsh peace of darkness. Rayne closed her eyes and breathed deep, inhaling the comforting scent of the damp, dark dungeons, it was almost like home. She felt her rage ebb, her body beginning to shake at the sudden loss of adrenaline and the sharp pains from her wrists finally surfaced. Gently she unclasped her hands and Rayne looked over the damage. Dark half-moons, that she knew would shine a garish red in the light of the morning, stood out like stark, etched imperfections on her marble like skin. She brushed a finger over the marks feeling it come away damp with traces of blood. She raised the finger to her lips and licked away the blood, sighing at the sharp metallic taste on her tongue. Was this whole thing really worth all the trouble?

In the morning light she groped to pull back the hangings and Rayne stepped out into the thankfully deserted dormitory. Rubbing her eyes with one hand Rayne flicked her wrist towards her trunk and watched as the heavy carved lid swung open for her. Kneeling before it she pulled out clean clothes and once again searched the depths for a vial of blood. The way things were going she'd not have enough to last her and lord knows where she'd acquire any more. She knew where she'd like to get it from, but killing the other girls would only raise suspicions. Not to mention land her in further trouble.

Uncorking the crystal vial with a pop she tipped the contents down her throat grimacing at the taste, it was far better when fresh, but it would have to do.

Grabbing her clothes Rayne headed to the bathroom to shower and dress with no intention of going to breakfast that morning. The urge to tear Pansy's head off could prove to be all too much to cope with.

A little while later Rayne made her way out of the common room and through the dungeon corridors. Transfiguration was first on her timetable today and she intended to find her own way there on time, even if it meant going whilst everyone else was still at breakfast. She'd just about reached the foot of the stone stairs up to the entrance hall when she heard the sound of a door clicking shut. "Ah Rayne. A word with you if I might." A dark and silky voice came from behind her.

Turning she locked her gaze with the dark and forbidding eyes of Professor Snape. "Of course Professor, what was it you wanted to say?" Her tone was flat, showing no glimmer of emotion. She had a good idea of what he wanted to speak to her about.

"In my office if you please." He said, more of a command than a suggestion despite the civil feel of his words.

Rayne nodded in reply and proceeded to follow him through the dank, dimly lit corridors until they reached the familiar door to Snape's office. Unlocking the door with a tap of his wand he swept it open and indicated for Rayne to enter ahead of him before he too stepped in and pulled the door shut behind him.

Snape went to his seat behind the large black desk, lacing his fingers and resting his chin atop them, he fixed Rayne with a stern gaze. "Now Rayne I suspect you know what I am going to say to you?"

"I have a good idea yes Sir." She replied truthfully, her voice it's usual calm and steady tone. She wasn't worried what came of this, Umbridge had deserved what she got.

"Yes. Well let me tell you that this is a very serious issue. I don't care what your situation is a student never has the right to attack a Professor." He said sternly continuing to hold her gaze.

"No Sir, you are right. I let my temper get the better of me." She said again admitting the truth and sighing, defeated. Arguing would only make things worse for herself.

Snape raised his eyebrows at her willing admission of guilt; it was certainly not what he'd been expecting. "It would appear so." He said, his voice low and soft as if he didn't fully believe that his ears weren't deceiving him. "Well, I trust that an incident like this will not be occurring again?"

"No Sir. I shall do my best to quash my temper." She said hoping that her acceptance of guilt had earned her a lesser punishment.

"Good. Then I am expecting you to write a letter of apology to Professor Umbridge and we shall say no more about it." Snape concluded as he made a note on a sheet of parchment that lay before him on the desk. Naturally he had been softer on her because she was in his own house but he had to admit to feeling a new found sense of awe for her master of power. Draco had indeed been right to find her compelling. She was worth discovering more about, she could well prove to be exceedingly useful, and he knew just who could help him learn more.

"Thank you Professor." Rayne said and was making to stand and leave the room when Snape opened his mouth to speak again.

"On another note. A Miss Parkinson has been to see me with a complaint about certain actions between you and Mr Malfoy in the common room last night." He had arched one eyebrow in a show of amusement at the situation.

Beside herself Rayne felt a blush creep to her cheeks, though the colour was nothing more than a rosy hue on her deathly pale skin. She looked at the floor and began to chew on her lower lip wondering what exactly he expected her to say. This was the last thing she wanted to hear from a Professor.

"Now I am fairly well informed about the many sexual indiscretions of my house members, but this is the first actual complaint that I have ever received." Snape couldn't help but smirk, "since it has been brought to me I must tell you that if this happens again, to my knowledge, I shall have to issue detentions." His voice once again stern as he asserted his authority. "So if I were you Rayne I would tread very carefully from now on or you could find yourself in an awful lot of trouble."

"Yes Sir." Rayne replied still not able to meet his eye, how could Pansy have gone and told Snape? She really was doing her best to spoil things, but did she really expect Draco to take her back with open arms after it all?

Feeling somewhat defeated Rayne left Snape's office and stepped back out into the dungeon corridor, starting to make her way back towards the steps up to the entrance hall. She was glad, if a little suspicious, that Snape had not given her a detention or taken away any house points, she couldn't help but feel that she been let off a little easy. Yes she knew he always showed favouritism towards his own house but under the circumstances. I attacked a teacher for fucks sake, Rayne thought to herself in confusion, she'd expected at least some kind of punishment for her actions. And then he knew about what had gone on in the common room, Rayne didn't think she'd ever be able to meet his eye again, not after the way he had looked a her.

Shaking her head she sighed, it wouldn't do any good to dwell on it, she had a job to do herself and that was what was important, that and convincing Draco to help her.

She began to ascend the broad stone stairs up to the vast, brightly-lit entrance hall. A number of students were already heading off in different directions but the low buzz of noise from the Great Hall signalled that breakfast was still in progress. Bypassing the double doors to the hall Rayne headed for the foot of the Grand Staircase and began to make her way up to the first floor where Transfiguration class would take place.

There were already a number of other 5th years assembled in the corridor as Rayne strolled casually towards the classroom. Passing an alcove that was cut in to the thick stone wall she felt a hand grab her wrist and pull her in to the secluded space.

Draco pressed Rayne into the wall and placed a furious kiss on her lips. "You didn't come to breakfast." He growled huskily, standing close enough for her to feel the heat radiating from his body.

She closed her eyes and felt her breath quicken at his closeness, the scent of him was heavenly. "No." She said in a soft whisper, "I didn't think it would be a good idea."

Smirking Draco ran a hand through Rayne's long raven hair; "Yes I was rather tempted to curse Pansy into oblivion."

"Hmm, far too easy." Rayne chuckled leaning in to whisper in Draco's ear, "I'd have torn her throat out." She placed a chaste kiss on Draco's before pushing herself away from the wall.

Draco watched with heightened desire and a new found sense of fear as Rayne headed into the classroom. Her words had caused a harsh sense of reality to arise in him, she really was a demon, an immensely powerful creature with a thirst for blood and death. What had he gotten himself in to? But there was no way of denying his attraction to her, her stark beauty coupled with the awesome power she could wield made her an appealing package to a person like Draco.

He groaned at his thoughts, thinking too much about a situation really did spoil the magic of it. But he couldn't change things, not now. Not only did he want Rayne, both sexually and as a great source of power by his side, Snape would also be livid if he backed out now, especially when he'd been the one to start the whole thing.

Thinking of Snape, Draco wondered what sort of progress he'd made. He suspected something about Rayne, what it was Draco wasn't exactly sure but it was something that could prove to be vital, it just had to be for Snape to take that amount of interest.

With a sigh Draco forced himself out of the alcove and made his way into the classroom, taking a seat beside Rayne near the back of the room. He glanced at her and saw her smirk back at him; she really was a woman after his own heart and all the thoughts of doubt began to melt away. They were going to lead each other into a lot of trouble.

Transfiguration proved to be a fairly interesting lesson. They'd been asked to change a bunch of shoelaces into a working clock. Rayne seemed to have a natural ability for the subjects, managing an almost perfect transformation on her first attempt. When Draco gaped and asked how Rayne smiled. "It's simple really. Most Blood demons have the power of transmogrification. The principles are the same I just have to apply it to another object rather than myself." She explained with a smile. Closing her eyes she pictured clearly in her head the structure of the shoelace breaking down and reforming as a clock. Holding this in her head she concentrated hard and waved a palm across the laces on the desk, which promptly began to morph into a working clock.

"Hmph," Draco mumbled a little sulkily, having not yet successfully performed the spell. "Doesn't exactly help me though does it?!"

Rayne rolled her eyes, he really could be a sulky little brat, though his good looks more than made up for a few attitude problems. "Look its not that hard, you just have to concentrate." Rayne instructed, "Picture the transformation happening in your head, imagining it is half the magic. Once you can see it clearly enough say the spell."

Draco gave her a disdainful look before reluctantly closing his eyes and doing as she'd instructed. With a wave of his wand Draco muttered the spell and looked on with a satisfied smirk as his laces began to weave themselves into the form of a clock. "You're right, it's not really all that hard."

"You're welcome." Rayne said flatly, knowing that was about as much of a thank you as she'd get out of him.

***

The rest of the day passed with little incident, Rayne was surprised by the lack of attention and questioning she was subjected to about her 'unusual' grasp of magic. She found that if she sat in the back of the class very few people would notice her lack of wand work, much to her relief, she didn't feel particularly tolerable of a barrage of questions being unloaded on her.

After dinner that evening Draco once again left Rayne at the common room to go and do his rounds. Rayne promising to wait for him again, hoping that there would not be a repeat of the last nights' fiasco.

Planting a soft, lingering kiss on her lips Draco headed away to prowl the dungeon corridors. He'd spent a good ten minutes stalking through the narrow, dimly lit, stone passageways without seeing another soul, perhaps they'd all learnt from the berating he'd given them last night. Turning a corner Draco glanced up to see Professor Snape step out in front of him, pulling shut a door as he left the room.

"Ah Draco, I was hoping to catch you. A word if I might." He said silkily and began to pace towards his office, beckoning Draco to follow. Shutting the door behind them Snape took his seat behind the desk and caught Draco's silver gaze before he began.

"I must say Draco that I admire how well you have succeeded in gaining Rayne's trust. I hope I do not need to tell you how vital it is that you keep it?"

"No Sir." Draco said simply. Exactly how much did Snape know about?

"I believe that I may be on to a breakthrough regarding her… ah…unique position and I have enlisted the help of your father to aid in moving things along." Snape went on.

Draco nodded, Snape didn't seem to want to really explain things to him, but for his father to become involved then they had to be seriously considering Rayne as a valuable prospect in acquiring some allies.

"And I must say that I am rather shocked with how quickly you work Draco, you have known her what, three days now?" Snape questioned with raised eyebrows, a smirk playing on his lips.

Draco felt his cheeks burn, so apparently Snape knew everything.

"I would advise, however, that to avoid a repeat performance, perhaps you pay the Room of Requirement a visit." With that Snape indicated that Draco could go.

He stood to leave considering Snape's words, the Room of Requirement? He'd not heard of it before. "Um Sir…"

"7th floor Draco, opposite the large tapestry. Just think of what you want the room for and the door will appear." Snape cut in without looking up from his desk, anticipating Draco's question before he had asked it.

"Thank you Professor." Draco said before hurrying out of the office, The Room of Requirement? Now that did sound interesting.