CHAPTER 7

He regretted what he had done as soon as he had done it. He had been impulsive and reckless. He shouldn't have. He was her teacher, he was 19 years older than her, he bared the dark mark, he was dangerous to her. But still all he could think of was that she felt the same way, or perhaps he was just imagining everything.

She was so confused. Did he feel the same way or was she just delusional? She couldn't wait to see him the next morning.

As soon as she entered the room she was bombarded by her friend's comments about how unfair she being on detention was. But really al she cared about was that perhaps he was also attracted to her and that Neville was sitting right in front of her smiling and not still in the infirmary.

She made plans to go to Hogsmeade with Ron, Hermione and Harry at two but first to have lunch at school with Fred. Fred! How could she have forgotten about him? She liked him, he was cute and funny and he liked her as well but she just hadn't felt with him what she had with her DADA teacher. She couldn't be with two guys at the time. What am I talking about? Snape would never be with me like that, seriously I must be delusional, I'll just see how everything flows.

With the dreamless potion the night went by rather quickly. She had breakfast with Ginny and then went to her spot in front of the divination tower to read more of her father's journal. She found a section especially about occlumency and legilemency.

"Occlumency is the act of magically closing one's mind against Legilemency. It can prevent a Legilimens from accessing one's thoughts and feelings, or influencing them. A person who practices this art is known as an Occlumens."

Sophie read the ten pages that followed about how to master each one of them. She knew what she had to do; if she hadn't found it there she would have devoured any textbook about it. She needed practice not theory, and she was about to get it in ten minutes, with professor Snape.

Sophie went to the ladies room to check how she looked. Her perfect light brown hair fell al the way to her hips in wild curls. Her naturally red-pigmented lips shone a little due to her chap was wearing a dark green v-neck sweater, black jeans, and black combat boots. She had cast a charm that her mother had taught her so as to keep warm. It was December the 15th and she had to leave to the burrow tomorrow so as to spend the holidays with the Weasley's, Remus and few other members of the order.

As she knocked on Snape's office door, which was on top of the potion's classroom, she couldn't help but to think about the night before.

"Sop...Miss Miller" Snape was surprised, even though he had asked her to join him at that hour. "Do take a sit please. I will attempt to penetrate your mind. You will attempt to resist. Prepare yourself Miller, Legilemens!"

With the spell being cast Snape couldn't penetrate her mind at first. Good, he thought. He tried harder. She was good. He tried to achieve the level of Voldemort, it took him a few seconds but he succeeded.

Suddenly he saw pictures of her as a cute little girl, pictures of her as she grew up with her parents, he saw two of his greatest friends lying dead and Sophie weeping on top of them.

Sadness filled him, He had seen both Lizzy and Will on an Order meeting three months ago, and gathered with Lizzy afterwards. She was the only one who knew about his love towards Lily and therefore the only one he could open up to.

After the seeing both of his friend's death he saw Sophie's "Nightmare", with that he was blocked out.

"Are you okay?" He had no idea what she had been through; it was far worst form what he had imagined.

Sophie was breathing heavily, her eyes where watery, Occlumency was very tiring.

"It's normal that you are tired, many even faint"

"Let's try it again" She had a mission. She wouldn't stop until she could block him out.

He was surprised to see her want more, he had underestimated her. "Legilemens!" He tried as hard as he could but nothing happened. He tried again, but it was useless.

"You are a quick learner Miller, that was very good." If only had Potter learnt that quickly. It took only a few seconds for him to realize that Sophie had a sad look on her face and that she was looking at the floor.

"Sophie? Are you alright?" He shouldn't have talked to her like that, but he couldn't help it.

Her eyes met his; she was on the verge of tears. He did the unexpected, he hugged her.

Her body relaxed in his arms. She smelled like cherry and vanilla and her body felt warm against his and her skin soft. Her sobs decreased as he comforted her. She could hear his heartbeats and felt safe with him. She took her face away from his chest until their faces were on the same level. He couldn't control himself, he was inches from her beautiful mouth and her eyes were keeping him captive, she was too beautiful, but he couldn't.

"I...I think we should, you did well, we'll resume after the holidays" His voice stuttered. Her scent mesmerized him and the sight of her beautiful face left him speechless.

His heart sank a little as she got up and got to the door.

"Miss Miller"

"Yes sir?"

"This never happened, neither did last night, it was a mistake and I'm really sorry" He regretted his words as soon as they left from his mouth. The sight of her face darkening made his heart break.

"Yes sir"