Anger
When Lily saw Sev walking out of the dungeon classroom like that, she was a little puzzled but she didn't freak out. She hadn't realized that he hadn't delivered his potion, as she had been concentrating on pouring the contents of her cauldron into the vial. How well it had turned out, and without his help, she felt as if she had taken Felix Felicis. 'My lucky day.'
She thought that perhaps Sev had become nervous about the missed shot, moving out of the way to avoid another glance between them. 'Or maybe because of the hair pin? It can't be because of that, he sent me the message after seeing it.' But just in case, she thought remembering Bethany's comment in the morning, she went into the bathroom after class and took it off, so she wouldn't attract atention all day, she'd put it back on before the date.
Meanwhile, Sev arrived at Arithmancy class early, opening the book for the lesson they would study that day, hoping to get lost in his favorite subject since he was no longer sitting with Lily in Potions, to forget about her and control his rage not having her before his eyes.
But she didn't get out of his head, the figures danced before his eyes and he didn't understand a word of the complicated lesson that Professor Bolter explained to them. When he tried to solve the problems he gave them, his hand shook to such an extent that his neat handwriting turned into a childish scribble, and in this class he didn't turn in the work either, getting Slytherin deducted five points for not doing it. 'Rays! This can't go on like this, I'm getting more and more furious.'
He had already decided that he would not go to lunch much earlier. 'But not seeing her is not enough for me to get over my anger. I will go to the Haven to be alone, to relax, to think, as I have done so many times before. I don't feel it safe anymore, but I don't think the Gryffindors will skip lunch to come get me.'
When Lily saw that Sev hadn't gone to the Great Hall, she wasn't worried either, because he was often absent, she knew on those occasions he always had something in the kitchens, and surely he was preparing some surprise at the Haven.
When Sev went up to classroom four and opened the door... he found the intimate environment that he had prepared with all his love and dedication for her the night before and he felt ridiculous, cheated, humiliated, and instead of relaxing, he attacked all the objects with curses. Beginning with the couch, which he conscientiously ravaged, and continuing with the candles, fine-tuning the aim, but also the reduced desks, which he turned to splinters.
Even the jar with the precious berries was shattered, spilling them on the floor. He only respected the small closet - it had cost him many risky nights to get the Dark Arts books - the study desk and the windows, because without glass the classroom would be useless.
Meanwhile, in the Hall… Remus was racking his brains for a way to warn Lily of what had happened in Potions class, as he had realized that Snape had discovered his unfortunate move, since he spent half class looking at him and Lily furious, had stormed out of the classroom without handing over his potion and now hadn't even come to lunch.
Lily obviously hadn't told Snape that he knew about his ruse in Potions. He had messed up to the bottom getting into where he was not called. And then he made his second mistake, he decided not to mess it up anymore and not say anything to her. They'd fix it up between them, he had screwed up enough.
Sev sat on the dais disdainfully pushing the remnants of the cushions away from him, elbow on knee, head propped in hand to forehead. He had managed to calm down enough taking out his fury and he was finally able to think clearly.
'I can't just cut myself off from Lily. I'm going to keep seeing her in the Hall and in Potions class, not to mention that if I don't give her an explanation, she'll insist on looking for me like she did at the beginning of the year, and even more so now that she has hope, knows the Haven and can enter.
'She will put herself at risk by going to the fifth floor often, putting up incredible pretexts, she is so stubborn and unconscious... The Gryffindors will not touch her a hair, but as indiscreet as they are, the word can spread throughout the school and reach the ears of the snakes, the real danger.
'There is no other remedy, I have to talk to her, make her understand the risk she runs with her foolishness. She has always been a spoiled girl, living in cotton wool, a family that consents to everything, admired and valued by those in her house, flattered by the idiot Potter.
'I also have much of fault myself, treating her like a princess for so many years, attending to her every whim, giving her all the love she demanded without asking for anything in return.
'She is a softie and she must harden. I already told her one day, a war is brewing out there, and she, because of her origin, is in the spotlight. She needs to be given a good scare, to intimidate her. Better it was me than not the snakes, and as soon as possible.
'And not least, I must find out what she has told the wolf. I will submit her to a third degree, I will not be moved if she starts to cry and I will know immediately if she is lying to me, she does not know how to pretend and I have been reading every expression of hers for many years.
'Fortunately, I haven't done anything to cancel the date. She will come at six, unless the wolf has warned her of what has happened. Still, I'm sure she'll come anyway, she won't care, she'll try to fix it. She doesn't usually back down when she gets an idea in her head. And from the messages in my pocket, I know she's got it right. So this afternoon, instead of kisses, she will receive lessons, and not exactly academic ones.'
He pulled out the three pieces of parchment he had found on page 394. He crumpled them up in torn between rage and pain and squeezed his eyes shut to not see them, wondering if he would destroy them as well. He finally went to the small cabinet and put them in the drawer, under the sheaf of parchment he had there.
He turned to look around the classroom, totally shattered. 'She can't see that I've lost my temper like this if I just want to give her an example of restraint. It's almost time to go back to class, if I want to fix all this before six I'll have to skip some.' He sighed. 'First Transfiguration and second Charms, both for Outstanding in OWLs.' He sighed again. 'Well, I'm pretty well on Charms, so there's not much to decide. But I swear to myself that this is the last time something like this distracts me from my studies. Today I'm going to fail three and a half out of four. And to think that last night I dreamed that this would be the best day of my life…'
At four-odd, after a not-so-disastrous Transfiguration class as he expected, he returned to the Haven, immediately getting to work. He intended to leave the classroom as it was before the dedicated arrangement.
It was almost dark now, so he lit the torches, opened the windows, and conjured the heater on the entire classroom. He had used curses, so the repair was going to be much more hard. He started with the torn up Gryffindor cushions, it took him so long to get them presentable that he gave up on doing the same for the Slytherins, so he reduced the pieces as much as possible.
Another song were the desks. 'By Merlin, how I've got this morning. It's only when my father hits me or I'm harassed by the Gryffindors that I get so mad. I won't be able to repair them.' He also reduced the splinters to a minimum and levitated and Disillusioned the pieces of desks and cushions under the big desk, he would find a way to get rid of them later.
He had little time left, so he repaired only a couple of candlesticks and put the remains of the others in the cupboard. He levitated the enlarged cushions on both sides of the room, as they used to be in Dueling classes.
'The jar of berries… did I throw it all out the window? No. Fixing it will remind me of my broken illusions and put me in the mood to face her.' He pieced the pieces back together, and as he Summoned the berries inside, he was filled with cold, suppressed anger at the perfect opportunity gone to waste.
It didn't even cross his mind to take one, at that moment he didn't care at all what Lily felt for him except to use it against her. When he finished he had an idea of a real snake as he was and he had never shown her. 'I'm glad I didn't throw it away. I'll leave it on the desk in plain sight so she feels guilty.'
He positioned himself where he intended to corner her, against the wall that cornered the door. 'She facing the torches to see her face well and I with my back to them, so that she does not see me. The jar stands out on the table, and its content can be guessed from its color. Perfect.'
It was already six o'clock and he went out to wait for her at the tapestry that covered the passageway, through which he had told her to come during the day. She took more than fifteen minutes to arrive. 'She is so confident that she hasn't even rushed out of class. Better yet, I won't conjure up the Disillusioner, feeling in danger because of her will keep me furious at her.'
Lily left first from her last class of the afternoon, she still had to walk down one floor and into a bathroom to get ready. She took longer than expected to put on the hair pin due to lack of habit and because she did not have a comb or a mirror.
She also busied herself by removing her robes and tie, putting them in her backpack, and unbuttoning two buttons on her shirt, revealing her white neckline to the edge of her V-neck sweater.
By the time she left the bathroom, the second floor corridor where the tapestry that hid the passageway was was full of students leaving classes. She was about to take the usual path to the fifth, but Sev told her that he would wait for her at the exit of the passageway, and she decided to do things right, not to get him angry.
She had to wait about five minutes for the area to clear and she went through the tapestry turning on her Lumos, speeding up the flight and a half of stairs that led to the fifth. Nervous because she was late, she didn't remember the step disillusioned and she tripped, hurting her knee. She limped up the remaining flight. When she reached the tapestry that hid the exit at the end of the east corridor opposite the section where room four was located, she turned off her wand and put it in her backpack.
She took a deep breath knowing that Sev was standing a step away from her against the wall to her right and slid her hand to the outside seeking his as he had told her to do. When she touched it, he grabbed her wrist roughly, too roughly, yanked her out of hiding and began dragging her down the corridor in long strides, almost making her run to follow him.
The first thing that Lily thought was that he had been angry because of her delay, but if he had been waiting for a long time he would have been Disillusioned like the last time, so by the time they passed in front of the corridor through which she used to come normally, she already imagined something else. 'It's craving, passion… who would have thought…? Always so shy.'
She would never have expected him to behave like this at their first romantic encounter. She loved it and it turned her on even more than she already had been from the night before. 'God! It's going to be memorable.'
When they reached the Haven and entered, she caught a glimpse of what the classroom looked like as she dropped her backpack on the floor. 'Torches, open windows, heating. The desks are missing, that's why Sev hasn't come for lunch... I was expecting a different kind of surprise.'
Sev took her by the shoulders and pushed her against the wall at the corner of the door, bracing both hands with his arms outstretched on the sides of her head, leaving her no escape. At no time did she get to see his face, the torches behind him left him in shadow. 'He's not going to wait for me to do it... he's going to kiss me...' She felt a shiver run through her body like that day under the beech tree and looked at him with desire towards where she guessed his eyes were, parting her lips, gasping for breath for the race, waiting.
When Sev had Lily cornered in the position he had planned to interrogate her in, he stared into her flaming eyes and all his resolve shattered. He swept his gaze over her sensuous lips, down to her neck and her bare cleavage and he wanted her physically, now that he had lowered her from the pedestal to which his platonic love had raised her, as he had never done before.
'I was prepared not to flinch if I made her cry, but not for this, it has caught me by surprise.' Angrier still by the effect she was having on him, he knew the fine line between fury and passion. 'Instead of kissing her or facing her, I want to throw myself at her neck like a vampire, to hurt her and possess her at the same time, going as far as she will let me…'
Lily waited those long seconds and sensed that he was watching her and also waiting, after all, he had promised to get within range, and there she had him. So she began to slowly move closer to him, narrowing her eyes and opening her mouth wider, searching for his unseen lips with hers.
Sev had just chosen the spot where he was going to bite her when she started moving towards him…