Calla
Once more, I found myself avoiding any sort of confrontation with Snape, only this time he didn't try to bait me. He ignored me completely, as if I didn't exist, which was fine by me. I didn't want to exist let alone exist in his private little universe.
My humiliation did not dwindle but it helped that it was nearly time for the first Quidditch match of the season, against Ravenclaw. Since I was keeping my nose clean and out of detention, I was able to make it to practice. But that did not mean I wasn't itching to talk to someone about it. I didn't really want anyone to know and the only one who did know was Tara but she was too busy panicking and planning strategies for the match that it was impossible to talk anything but Quidditch with her. It was quite annoying.
"I want to kill myself, Tara."
"Just so long as you block the Bludgers with your body."
Useless, she was.
It's not that I went around blurting random secrets to people I didn't rightly know. But sometimes, I found that it helped to talk to someone about it, which is why I told Kalinda Allen about my little crisis. I hadn't meant to tell her and really, she didn't talk to many people so I didn't expect that she'd go spouting off and telling anyone who would listen.
I guess she noticed the awkwardness during our potion lessons. For one, I wasn't speaking out of turn, nor was I making snide remarks under my breath. She wasn't having to move out of Snape's way when he would come stomping over to me to get into my face any more. And I'm sure she noticed that every time he walked by, I jumped a little.
"What's wrong?" She asked me one day. Of course, I was moping and staring at Snape's form as he hunched over his desk, grading papers. He wasn't paying much attention to any one so it was safe to talk. It was almost like he'd zoned out again, like he had that night.
"Me?" I asked, startled. I was lost in my own little world at that point. "Nothing's wrong."
"Are you sure? Because it really does seem like there is something wrong with you."
"Look, you can't tell anyone what I'm about to tell you." I sighed. I had to tell someone and she had brought it up. "Our last detention, I'm afraid I did something rather...stupid." Kalinda just raised an eyebrow at me. "I sort of erm...kissed Snape."
"You? You kissed Snape?"
"It was an accident!" I tried to justify. Again, a raised eyebrow was the only reaction I got. "Well, okay, it wasn't an accident, but I couldn't really stop myself from doing it. I wasn't thinking. I just thought that maybe it would relieve some sexual tension between me and him."
"Did it?"
"Did it what?"
"Did it relieve the tension?"
"Er...not really, no. I sort of ran out before I could really give it much thought. Truth be told, I want to sort of do it again."
And it was true. As horrified as I was at my behavior, I wanted to try again. Perhaps under different circumstances. I suddenly regretted all of the shenanigans I'd pulled in class and being a general twat but in all fairness, he was a certified twat of the highest level.
"Well, do you think he'd be receptive to it?" Kalinda asked. I gave her a curious sort of look, unsure of what she meant at first but after a moment it sank in.
"Probably not. Considering how he reacted..." I glanced up at him again. He was looking up, at me, at Kalinda, the both of us. I'm not sure if he was trying to catch either of our eye or if he was just looking in our general direction. He was glaring, however, which made me uneasy. He probably did not appreciate me running my mouth but honestly, what could it hurt? He wasn't a willing participant. If anything, I was the biggest fool in this mess. "I'm not sure if it would've been easier if he had wanted it. I don't honestly know what I expected, exactly. I just wasn't thinking."
I felt a sinking sensation in my stomach, as though someone had dropped an explosive and at any given moment it would explode as I pictured the horror upon Snape's face. I wanted to hit myself over and over again. Not to mention that if word ever got out, I could be in some serious shit.
Kalinda didn't ask more on the subject, luckily. She just went on, brewing her potion. Much to my horror, I realized there was only five minutes left of class and that I hadn't even started on my own potion. I quickly glanced at the instructions and started doing the steps in warp speed. It was a pretty useless attempt. I managed to ruin the potion within the first three steps. By step three, my potion was supposed to have turned a milky white color and my potion had turned bright green. It looked radioactive.
"Fuck!" I swore when Snape announced that time was up. There was no way on earth I could turn the potion in. We were supposed to be making some sort of complicated sleep potion and while I thought the fact that if I rolled around in mine, I'd probably gain super powers was pretty fucking awesome, Snape would not find it satisfactory. It would only give him an excuse to talk to me and thus add a continuance on my humiliation. To avoid having to make any sort of eye contact with him, I turned my flask in with a gaggle of students after the bell had sounded. I was almost out of the door when Snape called me back. I groaned under my breath and retreated.
"What is this supposed to be?" He dangled my flask with two fingers. I looked down at my hands and shrugged.
"A potion, sir."
"This is not a potion, Bigsby. It's an unnatural holy abomination. Can you not see the board or do you need glasses?"
"I have in contact lenses," I replied tartly and untruthfully.
"You must be completely illiterate."
"Uh no," I said. "My reading level is way above average."
"Tell me," Snape said. "Is it really that difficult to follow instructions?"
"I'd probably never make a career out of being in the military, if that's what you're implying."
He ignored this. "Perhaps if you spent less time in my classroom chit-chatting, you'd actually get some work done."
"Noted, sir," I replied dryly. I so was not in the mood for this. I had Quidditch practice in an hour and I wasn't looking forward to it. I wanted to get it done and over with.
"Don't take that tone with me, Bigsby."
"What tone?"
"That snotty know-it-all tone. I'm your teacher, I demand respect from you."
Respect? I wanted to laugh in his face. Since when did he deserve my respect? Sure, he was my teacher and all and I don't have a problem with authority but at the same time, he was completely hideous to me. Why should I go out of my way to show him respect?
"Kay," I said and started off again.
"You're just begging for detention," he said with a slight sneer.
"No, if I were begging for detention, I'd say, 'Please let me have a detention.'"
Snape's face flushed with anger. I thought for sure he'd do a hurdle leap over his desk and try and strangle me. The fact that I'd managed to get a reaction out of him pleased me to no end. It was sort of my revenge for making me feel like a complete baboon.
"What did you say?" He asked in a dangerous whisper. I could've shit myself. It wasn't the worst thing I'd ever said to him but it was pretty snarky of me. Not to mention the fact that I'd royally pissed him off by kissing him to begin with.
"I-..." Well, I couldn't explain myself. "Sorry, that was an awful thing to say."
That stumped him. Never before had I ever saw fit to apologize to him. I was a bit surprised myself. The bomb in my stomach went off. I felt a rush of embarrassment the likes of which I'd never felt before in my life. I don't even think the kiss was anything compared to me actually apologizing for being a complete cunt.
"I should probably leave before I make a complete fool out of myself," I said hollowly. I looked down at my wrist, which did not have a watch or any other time telling device on it and said, "Oh, would you look at that! It's time for my piano lesson!"
"Piano lesson? I wasn't aware that one could study piano at Hogwarts," Snape said. His expression made my heart leap in my throat. He didn't look angry or confused but rather, he looked amused. What in the fuck? Did the fucker have a bipolar disorder or something? It was extremely unsettling, not to mention creepy.
"Cello lesson, then! Fuck, I don't know! I just want to get the hell out of here without seeming rude!"
"You're dismissed, Bigsby. Just leave." Apparently, he was feeling quite merciful. I took full advantage of that and left as quickly as I could, determined to never speak to him again if I could help it. That task was not simple, however.
Kalinda
I'd never considered myself lesbian or even bisexual. Sure I could admit that there were women that I thought were attractive from time to time, but to be honest, speaking purely aesthetically, women are the fairer sex. Our bodies were made more beautifully, more aesthetically pleasing to the eye, than the bodies of men. However, I never considered women as romantic or even sexual possibilities. Its not that I thought it was wrong or had anything against lesbians, or bisexuals or anyone gay at all. It's simply that... the idea of sex with a woman was just not appealing to me. At least not the playing with their bits and performing oral on them. I didn't even particularly like playing with my own bits (not particularly fond of moisture you see, nor anything sticky), and the musky scent, though not unappealing, I thought I would find far too overwhelming for my nose to be able to perform oral well enough.
Therefore, I couldn't fathom that I'd fallen for a woman. Especially not when considering how much I really did enjoy sex with Severus and the sex-partner I had prior to him. However, I couldn't keep myself from thinking of her and really could find no other explanation for it. I mean what else could cause one's heart to beat so hard by the mere sight of someone? Why else would their name come unbidden to your mind at every second of the day? Why else would their image be burned into the back of your eyelids? Why else would you yearn every hour of the waking day to be in their presence?
I was utterly confused when I realized what it all had to mean. I didn't see how I could have fallen for a female Professor or why, considering how I knew any such relationship to be impossible, it should put even more of a strain on what I felt for Snape. Why should an impossibility put an end to something that though possible, wasn't completely fulfilling? It was enough before, why did her appearance in my life make that no longer even remotely close to being enough anymore? Why did I even care for having more? Hadn't past experiences taught that it was better to not love at all?
I tried not to think about it. Told myself to put it out of my mind and just continue the same routine with Snape, at least that way I couldn't get hurt by rejection or disappointment as I already had him and knew what to expect of him, which really isn't much. However, something occurred that made me reconsider. At least, it half-way convinced me that I had to end things with Snape and at least try to make something happen with the woman I apparently loved.
See, the event occurred on the first Hogsmead weekend of the year which as per usual was around Halloween. Considering I didn't have any friends nor a need for anything I was not going. Instead I was passing my free time as I usually did when I had nothing better I wanted to do, tucked away in the muggle Literature section of the library where hardly anyone ever frequented. In fact, in all the years I was at Hogwarts, I'd never before seen any other students there. Suffices to say I thought of this as my own private nook.
I was therefore startled and slightly horrified by the sudden appearance of Professor Bell, who seemed to be in her late twenties and was this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor. "Kalinda! What are you doing here, why aren't you in Hogsmead?" Professor Bell asked, a sweet smile curving her petal-pink lips as her straight, shoulder-length, straight brown hair framed her face. I forced myself to turn my attention back to the book I had been reading in order to avoid staring at her mesmerizing eyes.
"No one to go with," I murmured in response with a nonchalant shrug of my shoulders as I toyed with the right corner of the pages of the book with my index finger and thumb. For a moment, I bit on my lip. I knew that she was staring at me intensely because I could feel her gaze burning the top of my dark-haired crown as she looked down at me.
"What do you mean you have no one to go with?" she asked, and I could hear the concern in her voice. I could feel my cheeks blushing from embarrassment.
"In case you haven't noticed Professor, I don't exactly have any friends," I muttered, feeling slightly angry as I tried to concentrate on the page before me. She was silent for a moment and I for a moment wished that she would just leave me be. I couldn't stand the idea that I must seem like some pathetic loner to her.
"What about Calla? I thought you two were friends."
"Calla has other friends I'm sure she'd prefer to spend her day with," I replied a little coldly. However, after a moment's thought, I wondered at the fact that she had noticed that I spoke to Calla. For some odd reason, my stomach knotted itself at the thought and I felt my insides go warm and fuzzy at the thought that she would take notice of the fact.
"What about a boyfriend? I'm sure a girl as beautiful as you surely has a boyfriend," Professor Bell asked. I looked up at her with my brows furrowed. I'd never thought of myself as beautiful. Sure I had long, straight hair that was pitch black and shiny that any girl would envy, but there wasn't much I could do with it. As for my eyes, they were a boring dark color. And I rather thought that my body was far too slim and hardly had any curves to speak of. I mean if it weren't for the fact that my waist was small and my hips sort of flare out, I would think myself curveless. Although, I suppose I'm being unfair as my bottom was a pleasant curve itself. Or so I had been told.
"No, I don't. Boys my age are immature and unsuitable for dating," I responded, and you can't tell me I was lying as Professor Snape did not count as a boyfriend. I don't know what he was, but sure as hell wasn't that. However, after making the statement, I wondered whether it was unfair to say. Really it seemed to me that ALL men were like that. I mean the first guy I was ever with, was almost two years older than me and he was not the settling type. And look at Snape, the man is twenty-two and for some reason still has commitment issues. I thought perhaps I should rectify my statement by saying ALL men are immature, but she didn't give me the opportunity as she went on.
"I see," she said and was silent for a moment. By that time I had turned my attention back to the large book I was reading, wondering when she was planning to leave. Honestly, despite how fond of her I had grown, I didn't like feeling so on edge and that seemed to happen whenever she was around. "Well Kalinda, would you like to go to the Three-Broomsticks with me?" she asked, causing me to look up at her with a furrowed brow and a slight frown. Immediately, her face seemed to flushed and her smile seemed rather nervous to me. "It's just that... well you should get out of the castle when you have the chance. I'm sure you could use the distraction. Although... I suppose you might be embarrassed to be seen with your Professor by your fellow peers. If that's the case-"
"I couldn't possibly care less what my peers think of me," I replied, getting to my feet suddenly. Professor Bell wore heels, so the top of my head only seemed to reach her shoulder... like Snape. "I'd love to Professor," I said with a very small polite smile. I couldn't possibly pass up this opportunity.
In response, Professor Bell smiled brilliantly. Her blue eyes, around the pupil, had flecks of yellow which made them look lime-green. "You know, you should smile more often Kali, makes you quite stunning," she murmured softly, looking down at her feet as she motioned for us to get going. It was that moment that half-convinced me that I needed to stop whatever it was that I had with Professor Snape, though I'm not sure why.
What finished making up my mind was when Calla told me that she kissed Professor Snape. She'd been acting strangely and despite not wanting to get involved in anyone's business, I couldn't help asking her what was wrong. When she responded, I pretty much had to ask her to repeat herself as I couldn't possibly believe that I heard her correctly. When she confirmed it, I was momentarily stunned, though I reigned in the impulse to react in any way. The fact was, I wasn't sure how I should react.
Despite all the blossoming feelings for Professor Bell, I did care for Snape. And though I believed that our relationship, if it could be called that, was purely sexual, that didn't keep me from feeling like I was betrayed. Sure we had never said that we were shagging each other exclusively, but I felt that if Snape considered me to be his and as he expressed on several occasions, loathed the idea of me even talking to another boy, I thought that the same rules should apply to him.
However, when Calla mentioned the fact that she would like to kiss Snape again, I wondered if perhaps I were not being selfish. Clearly Calla felt something for Snape, and it might have been more than I did. Besides, no matter how much I thought it should be so considering the fact that I was shagging the man, Snape wasn't mine.
Actually, I wasn't sure why he shagged me in the first place. I had the feeling that he only did so because he was distraught and I also suspected that he was a virgin. I mean, under those circumstances, what man would pass up the opportunity for sex? I mean men seem to have a hard time passing up sex even when not under any form of turmoil or desperate need. I'm sure that had it been Calla that had walked in on him that night, he would have jumped at the chance to be with her. I mean he did seem to rather enjoy antagonizing her. He rather reminded me of the way little boys pick on the girls that they like, teasing them and stuff.
He'd never given me much attention before we shagged. In fact, I was surprised that night that he even knew my name, despite the fact that I was in his House. "Well, do you think he'd be receptive to it?" I asked softly, not sounding the least bit curious and only mildly interested in what she could possibly respond.
I wasn't sure whether I was pleased or not by Calla's response. A part of me felt relieved that Snape had rejected her, I mean surely that had to mean that he cared a little for me, didn't it? However, the part of me that somehow had grown to care for Calla as a friend and wanted to be free of Severus, felt bad that she had been rejected. Really, considering the fact that I had feelings Professor Bell, I wondered if it were not better for Calla to get with Snape. Then he would leave me alone.
I was quiet and tried to concentrate on my potion for the rest of class. When class finished and I turned in a half-way decent potion and started to exit, I was aware of Snape calling out for Calla. I was already at the threshold of the classroom when he called out her name. I paused and turned with a furrowed brow and a frown. This is what I was talking about. It almost seemed to me that Snape couldn't resist having a confrontation with Calla even when something awkward had occurred between the two of them. I shook my head and turned to leave. This event was what finished convincing me that I had to get away from Snape before being with him poisoned and tainted my soul more than it already was.
Unfortunately, having no experience in dumping someone, I had no idea how to do it. Although, I felt silly for considering it dumping considering Snape and I weren't even dating. And I wasn't sure why the thought of doing so made my stomach tie up in unpleasant knots as if it would hurt him. Snape didn't care about me, why should I feel guilty for hurting his feelings? Did he even have feelings? I told myself I was just being a coward and after dinner that evening I decided that I needed to confront Snape about it. After all, him kissing Calla was the perfect excuse to end things. At least that way he wouldn't take it personally. I mean didn't I have the right to act like the offended, dignified girlfriend who had every right to dump a man for cheating on her? Though as I knocked on the door, I did feel guilty as Calla had asked me not to tell anyone. However, it wasn't as though she had waited a response, and I hadn't acquiesced to any such thing so I shouldn't feel too bad about it, should I? Besides, what was the worst that could happen?
Steeling myself up for the moment of truth, I took a deep breath and knocked on his office door. I felt like I was holding my breath and stared down at my feet while waiting for a response. Feeling incredibly nervous, I stuck my right hand into my robe pocket and started playing with a broken bracelet in my pocket, fingers playing with the chain before passing my thumb over the thin golden plaque on which my name was embossed.
I jumped slightly and looked up when the door was violently thrown open. With wide eyes, I stared up for a moment in shock before recovering myself and controlling the expression on my face. "Miss Allen, what are you doing here?" he asked with a raised brow as he looked down coldly at me.
"I came to talk to you," I replied, straightening up to my full height as I knew I'd previously been hunching. I hated being so much smaller than him. I hated the way he always seemed to look down his nose at me.
"What about?" he asked as he narrowed his gaze at me suspiciously.
I merely raised a brow, though I was getting increasingly vexed. "You'd like us to carry this conversation here on your threshold?" I asked somewhat sarcastically. He never liked it when I took a tone with him and I could see him set his jaw. I could see the muscle of it pulsing in his cheek as he clenched and ground his teeth. His eyes were beginning to sparkle dangerously in the darkness.
"I haven't the time for this," he said as he turned, about to go into his office and surely bang his door shut in my face.
"I had an interesting conversation with Calla today in class. You'd never guess what she told me," I suddenly said very coolly, causing him to freeze in the doorway with his back to me. He turned to me then, his mouth twisted in a very angry snarl as he suddenly snatched up my arm and dragged me into the office, slamming the door shut behind him. I was quick to slip my arm out of his grasp, take a few steps away from him and turn to face him, turning on him so quickly my hair flared out in a fan around me before settling back down. Quite a feat considering my hair reaches nearly the small of my back. "I know we didn't agree to be exclusive, but I refuse to be a concubine in your harem."
In case you are not aware, in ancient India, a harem was an area in which the King's many concubines all lived secluded completely from men. The women that lived there were quite pampered and lived almost as well as the queen, all for the sole purpose of being with the king. They are often referred to as "little wives" and the marriage of the king could be considered polygamous.
My mother is half Indian, although she also has a mess of other nationalities mixed in her blood. She doesn't cling fervently to her Indian roots, but as it is the much greater portion of her nationality, she does have some attachment to India and has passed a bit of it down to me. I think it's because of this that I have large, black eyes and very straight, dark hair. That is not to mention also that my skin is a light brown color, which makes it look as though it were kissed by the sun.
Severus crossed his arms over his chest. "The part of the jealous and scorned lover does not suit you, Kalinda. You can drop the act," he sneered coldly. I crossed my arms over my chest and felt my cheeks flushing angrily.
"I am not jealous, but I have pride and dignity. You can really do whatever it is you want Severus, I don't care. But don't expect me to keep fucking you," I said as I made my way toward the exit.
"You've been severely misinformed. Miss Bigsby kissed me, and I shoved her away. Don't think for a moment that I was a willing participant or that I care for it to be repeated. You can't hold me responsible for something I didn't do," he said as he stood in my way and grabbed me by the arms forcing me to look up at him. I raised a brow skeptically.
"And how do I know that it isn't what you wanted?" I pointed out.
"Because you're not an idiot, Kalinda, and you've demonstrate often enough that you know precisely what I want," he sneered. Another blush spread across my cheeks. That felt a lot more like an insult than a compliment, though I'm not sure that's how he meant it. However, I thought that it was a little more to the point to say that I knew what he needed, not necessarily wanted. They are two vastly different things, despite the fact that people may think of them as the exact same thing.
"Excuse me if I feel disinclined to continue being generous with you by providing what you want. Being as you are so brilliant I'm sure you can scheme up a way to get what you want from someone else," I said sarcastically as I tried to step out of his grasp, though I knew I had gone too far. His sneer instantly became another snarl and I could see the vein in his temple throb.
"Just what are you trying to imply, Kalinda? Need I remind you that it was you that pursued me?" he asked in a very cold and dangerous, low tone. "You are going to stop behaving like a spoiled child, because that's not who you are and it doesn't suit you. I already explained what happened. Don't think for a second I am going to allow you to walk away from this so easily."
"Walk away from what? What is this? If you just want a sex puppet you can find someone else, because I'm worth more than that!"
For a moment, his shock overruled the angry expressions that previously occupied his features. However, that was only momentary as he suddenly crossed his arms over his chest and glared down at me. "I can see you have a very high opinion of me," he said sardonically. "Kalinda, do you think that I would jeopardize my career and liberty for something so trivial as sex? That I can easily get from any Knockturn alley floozy."
I furrowed my brow and bit my bottom lip at this. I didn't comprehend how he managed to flip the tables on me and made me come off as the bad guy suddenly. I felt my stomach churn in guilt. Honestly I always thought Snape could be a bit of an arse, but I'd always respected him. He was brilliant, very talented and powerful. "I never thought of that," I said, downcasting my gaze, wondering WHY I hadn't ever thought of that. If he and I were ever caught, Severus would not only lose his job but be sent to Azkaban as when we started having sex I was still underage. "But then why do you do it? What does that make us?" I asked, suddenly looking up.
Severus looked distinctly uncomfortable suddenly and for a moment, I recalled why I liked him as much as I had. Severus was, to me at least, a charming mixture of grace and awkwardness. When it came to making potions, all his movements were infallible. However, it seemed to me on occasions, that he felt distinctly out of place and unsure of himself. Almost vulnerable.
"I'm not sure," he stated slowly. I was slightly disappointed by this, though, I'm not sure why. I guess it was because for a moment a part of me hoped that he felt love for me. However, seeing that wasn't so, I felt slightly angry too. Partly just because with those last comments I'd lost the leg to stand on for justified anger and I couldn't get out of this to be free of him. Though, I could also wring that for what it was worth.
"Then maybe you should figure it out, but until then-" I was saying, trying to walk around him and get out. However, he reached out and grabbed my arm and wouldn't let me go.
"What do you want from me? What do you want me to say? I've already admitted its more than just sex, that's enough. I can't give you more of a response because I don't know and I'm sure that you don't either," he said and for a moment I grimaced as I knew he had a point. I didn't know what we had and I didn't know what I felt for him. I care for him, but lately I didn't feel that was enough. I could even say that I loved him and it was the romantic kind of love, but since meeting Professor Bell it didn't seem enough. However, what if what I felt for Bell was just a passing fancy, a ludicrous infatuation and what I had with Snape, whatever it was, was the real thing?
It was all just too confusing. I didn't know what to do and I certainly didn't know what I was supposed to say to him. Looking up, I saw that he was watching me through narrowed eyes. He was waiting for something, however, I could see a smug smirk of triumph tugging at the corners of his mouth. I didn't like it. It was like he knew he had me or something.
"Right. Be that as it may, the incident isn't appreciated. You'd never let me live something like that down and I don't rightly see why I should accept such behavior from you," I replied tartly, straightening up and crossing my arms once more over my chest as I eyed him coldly. That wiped that stupid, smug smile from his face.
"I already told you, it was your friend that kissed me. And that was all it was, I pushed her away. I am not interested in Miss Bigsby," he hissed, glaring at me. "Whatever the circumstance, I am only interested in monogamous relationship. I don't tolerate anything but, even from myself."
I raised a skeptical brow. I really didn't believe him when he said he wasn't interested in Calla. However, perhaps he wasn't aware of it. "Fine," I said with a designated sigh as I dropped my arms to the side. At the moment I was too tired to continue the argument. Drama exhausts me and I didn't want to presently deal with the situation anymore. "I have to go, though. I have a lot of work to do."
In response he raised a brow and continued to stare at me through a narrowed gaze. Severus knows that for the most part I don't care much for my work and tend to procrastinate. I'm sure he doubted it was true that there was work I really needed to get to. However, he didn't seem to wish to press matters, so he merely stepped aside and swept a hand towards the door, apparently giving me permission to leave, at last. I didn't hesitate to walk out of his office and didn't look back at him or say farewell as I left. I just honestly didn't want to deal with him at the present moment.
Calla
A day later, I was summoned to his office after supper. He'd sent a Slytherin Prefect along with the notice during supper. The note was short and terse. I knew I was in deep trouble, though for what I wasn't sure.
He'd just barely beat me to his office after supper that night. I caught him just as he was about to enter. He grabbed a hold of my arm before I had a chance to react and dragged me inside. He then flung me into a chair and proceeded to stoop so low that our noses were touching. Had I been completely mental, I would've used this opportunity to kiss him again like I wanted. It was thrilling in a big way even though I was scared.
"Just what in the hell did you tell Kalinda Allen?" Snape growled through clenched teeth. Spit flew. Oh yeah, he was pissed off.
"I don't know, I tell her a lot of things. We're sort of friends, you see."
"You know perfectly well what I mean, Bigsby! Don't play innocent!"
"I didn't tell her anymore than what actually happened," I said calmly. I'd trusted Kalinda to not say anything to anyone but I supposed Snape didn't really count as he'd been there.
"Tell me why, then, she thinks I'm some sort of fiend?"
"She said you were a fiend?" I asked, mildly surprised. Kalinda didn't strike me as the type that would say something like that to anyone, let alone a teacher.
"No, she seems to think that I'm to blame!"
"Did you tell her you weren't?" How I was able to stay calm was beyond me. "I thought I made it clear that you didn't really want it and that I was the fiend."
"That's not how she took it!" Snape snarled. "I don't want her thinking that I'm some sex starved predator that goes after my students!"
That struck me as odd. I don't know why but he made it seem like he really only cared about what she thought. Furthermore, why would she confront Snape with that anyway? She wasn't really the type that liked drama and if she were that concerned about it, why didn't she go to some higher authority instead going to him?
"...As opposed to everyone else thinking you're some sex starved predator that goes after your students?"
He seemed to have caught his mistake as he sort of paled (well, he looked paler than normal, I should say).
"Of course I don't want anyone thinking that!"
"Look, Snape-"
"Professor," he hissed. I rolled my eyes.
"Right, well, what ever. I'm not exactly spreading this around the school. I'm completely humiliated. The point is, I had to talk to someone and I didn't think Kalinda would tell anyone and I'm sure she won't tell anyone else."
"You're probably right...for once."
Bastard. That only made me like him more.
TBC...
Hades'Queen: Considering the story is told from two perspectives, there is some overlap. Hopefully this does not get confusing, however, if you have any questions or if something isn't clear, please feel free to ask. Other than that, hope that you have enjoyed the chapter. Please review!
Special thanks to 'The Smoothest Criminal' for being the only one to review thus far.