A/N: You might not think that there it much happening here, promise to make things more griping soon, I just have to get this in, wouldn't make much sense if this was all rushed.

Chapter Eight

Snape lay down on his bed and watched the shadows coming through his windows play across his ceiling. What had he been thinking?

He could still feel her lips pressed against his, hear the small sighs she made, smell her warm breath brush his face and worst of all, feel her bare thighs rub against him. Of coarse he had a long sleeved shirt and pants on, but just the idea of him not having them on and her bare thighs rubbing against his made him want to…

He turned to his side and closed his eyes, but all that did was replay everything that had transpired just ten minutes ago.

Why had she responded the way she did? Women didn't flaunt desire for him. They didn't dare want anything from him and they were wise for that. The last woman he had kissed had screeched and asked for her money. No sensible woman would want him to kiss her.

But then this woman was a muggle and she had no idea what kind of person he was. But even the muggle women he had encountered had strayed the other way, holding their purses close and trying not to make eye contact. It was his providence to be someone no one else would like.

She must be mad.

This was his last thought as he drifted to sleep with Abigail on his mind and was awoken by screams.

The next morning Snape received a letter from Dumbledore about his little visitor the night before.

From the open letter Dumbedore's voice had emerged, "Well Professor Snape, your guest…"

Snape scoffed.

"- is none other than Gabriel Malfoy. He is cousin to Lucius Malfoy, from his father's side."

"Thought as much." Snape granted.

"I have informed Lucius of the event and he had no idea about it. You did know, Severus, that some of the followers who where not brought to justice will come after you."

There was a telling pause, "The Ministry's offer still stands."

Right, like Snape would want to be escorted day after day by some macho pig-headed ministry men.

"Anyway, I have tried to gain access to his mind, to see if it was an individual attempt to get revenge for Voldemort or a collaboration. I have yet to figure it out. The spells and guards blocking his mind are one's I have never seen."

Snape's interest peeked.

"Why it's almost – no. I have an idea but - no it couldn't. Never you mind. If I find anything else I will let you know."

It was just like the old man to leave everyone around him in the dark. Dumbledore knew many things but he never let anything on, never shared his true thoughts, which were almost always correct.

Snape was about to close the letter when Dumbledore's wise voice filled the room again. "Hope your enjoying yourself, Severus." Then surfaced that chuckle that made Snape feel like Dumbledore knew exactly what he was doing.

Tossing the letter in a drawer of his nightstand Snape picked up a book to read.

Abigail awoke to the sound of her phone ringing. She scrambled out of bed to answer it. Grouchy she asked who it was.

It was Timothy Roderick from the old folk's home calling to let her know that she didn't have to come in today and since it was Friday, that he would see her on Monday.

Great.

She had been looking forward to going into the neighboring town today. To see the people she working with yes, but mostly to get her mind off of the event of last night.

As the day progressed she had caught herself many times looking out of her window trying to get a glimpse of Severus Snape. Se thought she had seen him walk across a window once and her heart had jumped. This wasn't good.

Her mind strayed to their kiss many times during that day. It didn't mean anything thought they were just caught up in a strange moment. They had both been angry and yelling at each other – well, she had yelled at him and he had told her off in his usual calm, even tone – angry people make out all the time. It boils the blood like lust would - different emotion, same effect.

Then why she was thinking about it now, she couldn't figure out. She had wanted that kiss, still wanted it.

"Ugh," annoyed she grabbed a backpack, stuffed some food and water in it and headed out into the woods with the dogs.

She didn't come back home until dusk.

Snape sat up grumpily from just waking up when the sharp knocks from downstairs grew louder and more frequent. He knew who it was, still he answered the door.

He opened the door to stare down at Abigail. Her face held confusion and frustration, and boy was she a sight. Her hair was half in a bun and half twisting its way around her face and down her back. There was mud on her shirt and pants, and leaves in her hair.

He raised a brow, "Yes?"

"This is ridiculous. We need to talk about last night."

He just stared at her.

"We need to let it out so we could stop avoiding each other and become friends."

"I have not been avoiding you, Miss Anderson."

"Well, I mean future wise. We need to talk about it, solve it and leave it behind so it won't be awkward for us…tomorrow - figuratively."

Snape was somewhat amused, "You seem to have been thinking about this for quite some time." Not her theory, he noticed, but the kiss.

She knew he was making fun of her, trying to make her feel childish. And she did feel childish. It was barely twenty-four hours later and already she had to get it off her chest because she couldn't stop thinking about it. Maybe if they talked it out, she could push it aside.

"Lets go to my house." She said and turned. She didn't feel like going into his home.

"Why?"

"Your house makes me uneasy." It was true in a way, his house seemed so ominous.

Surprising himself and Abigail Snape followed her to her house.

Snape sat opposite Abigail in her sitting room. She looked so young and innocent, biting her lip and avoiding eye contact. She regretted last night. This didn't surprise him but strangely it did bother him though he didn't want it to.

"You wanted to talk?" he prompted.

Abby noticed he had set his guards back up; his face was composed and calculating once again.

"Yes, well yesterday we kissed." She said and then she paused, looking at his eyes. They narrowed.

"Indeed, it may seem so." He scowled, "It was a lapse in judgment, Miss Anderson, nothing more. I apologize."

He seemed so mordant; almost disgusted with the notion that he had been kissing her. Annoyed, she changed the subject.

"What did the cops say?"

"What?"

"Didn't you report the burglar?" She asked him, raising a brow.

"No, I took care of it."

She was quiet for a minute. Snape looked her up and down. She was a mess, but she was pleasing to the eye. Her mind had looked made up on a response but at the last minute she had changed her mind and looked up at him.

"Do you have a girlfriend, Severus?"

Her question had caught him off guard. So he became angry. "No." he ground out as he stared at the wall behind Abigail's head.

Why was he angry? Abby wondered. He really was a strange man and yet she was still drawn to him. She couldn't describe it, part of her wished it wasn't happening but she never fought with her instincts.

"Okay, well that doesn't make last night more complicated then."

"There's nothing complicated with this matter. Last night was nothing. Why will you not let that sink into your head, you stupid little girl?" he snapped.

Abby didn't feel hurt by his rejection, she had expected it. She knew she should stop and give him some space but she didn't want to. Strangely she felt like one of those animals that have to tempt the male to get anything out of him.

Snape wondered why she was provoking him. Did she want to argue with him?

He saw the anger in her face and wondered at their behavior towards each other. When they had first met yesterday – Dear God, was it just yesterday – she had been all smiles and teasing, now she was…he hated to say it but more normal.

Snape got up and left.

Abby didn't stop him.