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Chapter 3 - Detention
I sighed as I checked the time. Tapping my fingers impatiently on the glossy brown table that my hand was supported on. Draco was sat next to me, and we had just spent what was the past 2 hours discussing my earlier discoveries regarding the Potions Master.
'So, let me get this straight... He started with ill-intention because of Potter's mother, which, by the way, what a wild way to handle rejection...' Draco nodded at that comment and shrugged lightly.
'And then turned all good when he found out what Voldemort-' Draco winced at the mention of the name.
'-Sorry, "The Dark Lord", had in-store for the Potters? So all this, was stemmed from a high school crush!?' I asked in bewilderment.
Again, Draco nodded. He placed his hand upon mine, which took me by surprise. My cheeks tinting a crimson shade of red. Butterflies swarming in my stomach. I looked down at his hand on top of mine. An act of affection, caring, to stop my fingers from restlessly hammering the table. I smiled softly as I looked back up to him.
'I know it's crazy, Cleo... But he's a good guy. He's my Godfather, and I trust him. He risks his life everyday for us. Yes, he has a shit past, but we can't all be defined by the people we once were. But the people that we choose to become.' Draco said softly.
Another smile tugged at my lips. Beautiful and poetic. I wonder what it is like being God's favourite.
I removed my hand from under his and patted his hand that was touching mine softly. 'Well, it's time for my detention with our dearly beloved hero.' I said sarcastically as I stood. Draco chuckled and rolled his eyes.
It's going to take time for me to warm up to the idea of Snape being even an ounce of a good person. Although, Dracos's story was convincing, I didn't quite yet believe it. Absolutely nothing good comes out of being a Death Eater. So I have no intention of giving him any sort of special heroic treatment anytime soon.
As I walked past Draco, he gently held my wrist to stop me in my tracks. I looked down at his hand, then up into his eyes.
'It'll all be okay, Cleo. I'm glad you transferred here.' His tone was genuine, and again, I blushed. Draco didn't miss my reaction, and once again chuckled. He quickly stroked my wrist before letting go, wishing me good luck on my detention.
'And stay out of trouble!' I heard him shout in the distance as I turned to leave the Common Room. I laughed to myself, walking to Snape's office with a happy spring in my step. My bond with Draco is strengthening everyday. We're getting closer, becoming more flirtatious, and obviously a few little physical bouts of affirmation here and there. It made me feel all giddy.
Just as I was about to lift my knuckle to knock on Snape's door, as if sensing my presence, a low growl of 'Enter' rumbled from the office.
I rolled my eyes, already frustrated, as I pushed open the door and entered into the void of the unknown.
Snape was sat at his desk, as per usual, marking some poor first year's homework, no doubt.
Without looking up, again, as per usual, he bluntly gave me instructions on what my detention will consist of today. Nothing too difficult, he just gave me a few of the papers he had piles and piles of to mark.
To be honest, I was expecting a lot worse. I'm surprised he trusts me enough to mark student's papers. Fair enough, it is just a few first years, but obviously he deems me smart enough to suit the role.
I smirked to myself as I began my "punishment". Scribbling away with my quill, correcting a few mistakes, writing advice for constructive criticism, marking what I thought was fair.
I was so carried away that I didn't even notice the dark eyes that kept piercing into my soul. Watching me as I wrote. I paused to give my wrist a rest from the constant writing, and as I looked up, I met this stare. Only this time, he didn't look away.
I bit my lip nervously, maintaining eye contact. His stare held that of a man showing curiosity. As if he saw something in me he hadn't seen in someone else before. Or maybe I'm over-thinking it. As we have established already anyway... I do have a pretty big ego.
But no, his stare still remained, and he wasn't backing down.
My hands became sweaty from the scrutiny of the stare. I cleared my throat, just in case he was just stuck in a trance. Nope, didn't work. I lowered my eyes from his, pretending to ignore him, and resumed writing. But I was finding it hard to concentrate as I still felt his eyes resting on me.
I slammed my quill down onto the desk. I was becoming agitated.
'Can I help you?' I blurt out as, yet again, my head shot up from my work.
He remained silent. But still, his gaze did not falter.
'You know, I'm finding it really hard to concentrate with you staring at me, Professor. How do you expect me to complete my detention, and mark these papers up to your satisfaction, if you are just going to sit there and scrutinise my every move?' My tone making it evident of my aggravation.
Snape still did not respond.
What an earth is he up to? I asked myself.
I let out a sigh and pushed myself up off of my stool.
'Sit down, Miss Rivera. I don't remember dismissing you.' His low voice finally speaking.
Oh, so his voice box isn't all useless after all.
'I'm sorry, Professor...' I began, sarcastically, drawling out the professor part. 'But I am not about to sit here, marking these poor students papers, to which you will only correct them anyway, as nothing anybody ever does for you is enough; while you sit there and stare at me in silence, for absolutely no bloody reason.' I said angrily. I remained standing.
'The last time that I checked, Professor, I did not morph into a monkey. However, if it is a show that you want from me, then all you have to do is ask.' I continued, I couldn't help but always try and push his buttons.
Snape scowled.
There it is.
Snape slowly stood from where he was sitting. He walks in front of his desk, leaning casually with his back to his desk, his legs crossed in front of each other, and his arms folded in front of his chest. Resuming his usual powerful, authoritative stance. It appears he will never learn that it just does not work on me.
'Miss Rivera, pray tell, do you spend all of your life thinking that you are some form of comedian? Because if that is the case, I strongly recommend that you do not go down that career path.' Snape said, bored.
'Now that you mention it, I think you have just helped me make up my mind on what career I want to have. Thank you so much. You really know how to push your students to strive, thrive and achieve.' I rolled my eyes in annoyance.
'Everywhere you go, Miss Rivera, you are nothing but trouble.' Here we go again.
'Forgive me, Professor, but I'm pretty sure that it was you that was sat staring at me whilst I was doing the task that you gave to me. Causing distraction and irritation. So, theoretically - I've done nothing wrong. It appears that it is you that enjoys making problems out of nothing.' I responded smugly.
I saw his eye twitch in annoyance.
'You have had a problem with me ever since I stepped foot into this school, Professor. Yet it appears that you struggle to take your attention away from me. so tell me now... what is it, exactly, that ails you about my mere existence?' I folded my arms, matching his demeanour.
Snape's eyes flashed dangerously.
I tilted my head. '...Do I remind you of Lily?' I asked, partially without thinking, partially wanting to see his reaction.
Uh-Oh
I've crossed the line.
Snape stalked towards me, his eyes filled with rage. His pace slow but threatening.
'What... Did you just say...?' His voice a whisper. A dangerous, threatening whisper.
He wasn't asking me to repeat myself... He was daring me.
I remained silent. Deciding not to perpetuate the situation on this one. Although, I have a feeling that it's a little too late for that...
As Snape approached me, he grabbed me roughly by the collar of my robes, pushing me firmly against the desk behind me, the edge of the table digging painfully into my back, causing me to wince and let out a slight whimper.
'I don't know what you have heard, but I already told you yesterday, that I do not want to hear about this anymore. Yet again, it appears that you struggle to follow simple instructions.' Snape said through gritted teeth. His grip tightening on my robes. Causing more friction between my back and the desk.
I let out a small yelp
'Y-You're hurting me...' my voice quivering. I moved my hands out beside me, gripping them onto the table, my knuckles white from how hard my hold was, to try and push the table back slightly to relieve the pressure. It only worked a little.
Snape's nose was pressed right up against my own, the smell of spices filling my nose. His natural scent was actually rather nice. Not the time right now, Cleo.
I bit my lip again to muffle anymore whimpers.
Snape's eyes traced down to my lips, then back up to my eyes.
Erm why did that just give me INSANE butterflies!? HELP!
As if something temporarily possessed Snape, he removed his grip on my clothing, brought his hand up to my face, and gently ran his thumb over my bottom lip, causing my lip to escape my incessant chewing.
I was in utter shock..
As was he.
As if snapping out of his trance, Snape quickly removed his hand from my face, and stepped back like he had been hit with a hex. That's how fast he recoiled.
We both stood in silence for a second, his eyes darting between my face and his hand, before he rushed back to his desk.
'Leave.' Is all that he said.
I nodded, my chest rising and falling heavily as I picked up my things, leaving the unfinished papers at the desk I was just at, and ran out of the office, back to the Common Room.
Merlin's Fucking Beard... I have never been so scared... and so turned on... in my whole entire life...
I do not know what the fuck just happened, but maybe I was right. Maybe I do remind him of Lily.
He overstepped a boundary as a teacher.
I smirked devilishly to myself.
I could use this to my advantage...
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