Chapter Eleven
Mental Images
Luna wrinkled her nose at the directions for the Potion. She was in Advanced Potions but she also tutored in Potions when she got the chance. Her current subject was Dennis Creevey who kept falling off his stool every time she leaned over. She knew he was looking down her shirt, but she pretended not to.
She was pointing out how if he put the Arrowroot in five minutes early, he would have a better potion when she heard the muffled curse. She turned to see Snape storm into the room, full of indignant rage. He did not pause when he saw her. Luna raised her eyes to him and a decidedly wicked idea came to her.
She reached up as Dennis was intently studying and popped the buttons of her top, revealing the very low cut camisole beneath.
Snape absently noticed the movement but made nothing of it until Luna leaned forward to point out a flaw in Dennis' equation he was working on.
"That's wrong."
Snape's eyes bugged out a bit as Luna revealed that she was the real deal up there. He recovered and looked away, but for the next several minutes Luna noticed him glancing at her now and then. Luna helped Dennis through the equation.
"Alright. I think you're ready to make a potion." She announced dreamily. She rose, giving both boy and man an eyeful of her tight stomach and hourglass figure. She walked over to Dennis, turning so her back was to her professor, and pulling down on her short skirt. She smiled as a beaker fell from his fingers, shattering on the dungeon floor.
Luna spun with exagerated concern, her bright eyes worried. She rushed over. "Oh! You can't leave broken glass on the floor! It attracts Consazs." Luna made up. She knelt, sweeping up the broken glass with her hands, trying not to wince as it dug into her flesh.
"Here!" Snape stopped her. He waved his wand and the glass vanished from the floor and her hand. Blood pooled in her palms. He took her hands in his and carefully bandaged them.
She looked up at him with newfound respect.
He muttered something about taking her to the Infirmary. Luna was once again struck by malevolent inspiration and looked down at her still bleeding hands as though seeing them for the first time. Then she swooned. Snape caught her and lifted her in his arms. He carried her to the Infirmary. Luna winked at Draco as they passed him.
(A/N: (giggles) I just love this chapter for some reason.
To nais256- THanks! I'm glad you like. I have to agree. Most fics I read have the shorter chapters. You don't lose anything in the shortness and they're easier to read between classes.