Lil bit of smutty smuttness in this one guys so... Be warned! Hehe xoxo
Chapter 4 - Haunting Past
After yesterday's... fiasco let's call it, I struggled to sleep. Tossing and turning in my bed as the images of the detention kept replaying in my head. Snape does not seem like the kind of person to step over a Professional boundary. Especially with a student. From what I have heard about Snape from, well, everyone, he is as cold and stone hearted as they come. Strict, good at his job and a powerful wizard.
So why is he acting like this with me...?
The day went by slowly, I hadn't told Draco about what had happened during the detention, of course. I kept the conversation short and simple and moved on from the topic.
Herbology dragged so much. I've never been much of a gardener, but screaming mandrakes is enough to make anyone, bar Neville Longbottom, want to vomit at the thought of entering the greenhouses.
Me and Draco managed to drain Slytherin of a few house points when we were messing around with our ear muffs. We kept moving our mouths without actually saying words to pretend they were completely sound proof (miming, basically), then pulling funny faces which caused us to double over in laughter. Of course, Professor Sprout wasn't too impressed. 20 points EACH she took. Snob.
Later that day, I was heading towards the Great Hall during break, when a tall dark figure rounded the corner. Those damn butterflies began doing their dance inside of my stomach upon seeing who it was.
Professor Snape's robe billowing behind him with such grace. He looked temporarily startled upon seeing me but then remained his usual poker face. Snape stopped walking, which, for some reason, caused me to remain stationary too. Luckily the corridor was currently deprived of students.
'Miss Rivera, a word, if you may?'
His tone was professional, yet not the usual demanding nature that he usually conveys.
I nodded and followed him to his office. I may as well just move my stuff in here, I spend more of my time in this bloody room than anywhere else. And these walls hold so many secrets of our... Interactions.
Snape got straight to the point.
'I received news of your behaviour today during Herbology class, Miss Rivera.' Snape said flatly.
Sprout, that wretched...
'On your first day here, Miss Rivera, I made it absolutely plain that I would not tolerate such behaviour. And that I do not give chances.'
I began my usual bad habit of biting my lip. An anxious response.
It did not go unnoticed that Snape's eyes briefly flashed to said area I was nibbling away at, the memories of yesterday came flooding back. The feel of his thumb on my mouth...
His voice summoned my attention back to him.
'It is apparent that you take pride in pushing boundaries-' Before Snape could finish his sentence, I scoffed and intervened.
'ME!? I push boundaries, do I... Professor?' My voice dripping with condescension.
Snape visibly gulped.
'I am not about to stand here and allow you to berate me like a hypocrite.' I snapped and swiftly turned on my heal, storming out of his office.
Snape followed.
I made it as far as the corner that leads to the stairs that lead back to the Grand Staircase. I managed to walk up 4 steps when Snape caught up to me, grabbing a hold of my wrist to stop me.
'Let go.' I demanded.
'Stop being so pathetic, Rivera.' Snape spat out.
I turned myself around, using the advantage of being 4 steps higher than him to loom and tower over him, just like he often does to me. His damn tall handsome stature.
I placed my hand beneath his chin, roughly lifting his head so that his eyes met mine. His hand still on my other wrist, keeping me in place. We are both fighting for dominance here, but I am at the slight advantage. If anybody saw, they would have thought we were about to either fight or fuck.
Cleo... Behave.
'Listen to me, Professor. I am sick and tired of your threats. It's not like I'm running around the castle acting like Peeves and causing disturbance and destruction to other students. Sorry I'm not boring like you want me to be. But I would rather stick pins in my eyes than to just bury my head in books acting like a goodie two shoes just to please you. My grades are remarkable, if I do say so myself. I excel in YOUR class, so there is no need for you to poke your nose into my other subjects and express your obviously pointless concerns. Students carry out harmless jokes daily, and I do not see them face anywhere near as much attention as I receive for it. I am not breaking any rules. I am not failing any lessons. I am not harming any teacher nor student. So, prey tell me, as I am rather bored of this now. WHAT is your problem?' I was at breaking point with this whole behaviour being monitored situation. This isn't prison, I am allowed to have fun without the constant surveillance.
Snape was in an obvious state of shock.
I let go of my hold on his chin and yanked my wrist out of his grasp.
'What's wrong, Professor? Has the cat got your tongue?' Just before Snape could reply with what was obviously going to be quite the bollocking, loud shouting could be heard from the top of the stairs.
Simultaneously, me and Snape turned to look at the source of the noise. Snape pushed me to the side and brushed past me to rush up the stairs, his wand drawn.
Damn he looked fine going full protective mode.
Silently, I followed behind him.
The top of the stairs that lead to the grand staircase was just a corner's turn away from the main entrance. As I neared the top, I heard an angry voice.
'Where is she!?' What sounded like a he, demanded. His voice seeming familiar.
'Ahhh, Lucius. And to what do I owe the pleasure?' I heard Snape reply.
The man did not reply, but pressed again. 'Where is she?'
'Where is who?' Snape was remaining calm. Just as I glanced around Snape, I caught site of the man. I instantly felt sick. Nauseous. Dizzy. Memories clouding my head.
Fuck
'Cleopatra Rivera.'
I tried to turn and sneak away, but Lucius saw me. His eyes darkened. Lucius was just about to grab me when Snape stood in front of me in a protective manner. This took me by surprise.
'Now, now, Lucius. What is the meaning of this? You're a governor of the school, you know you can't just strut in and start grabbing students. Draco would be rather embarrassed hearing of this behaviour from his father, don't you think?' Snape's tone was light, indicating that there is an obvious friendship between the two.
Him!? A governor? Of Hogwarts? Draco's FATHER!? Holy mother of fuck. This school really is just flipping me left and right, upside down, arse over tits, basically any and every direction.
FLASHBACK*
It was a clear evening in London. Me and my father had come here for one of his publications, this was his favourite city, father had spoke about that we're going to move here some point soon.
We were staying in a quaint little hotel. I had my room, and my father had his. Father was busy in his hotel room typing up his notes from today's adventures. I decided to sneak out to get some fresh air, and to do a bit of exploring of the city I will soon be calling home.
I need to be careful, as Death Eater sitings were on the rise.
I pulled my long, black coat tightly around me, pulling my hood up in hopes that I would blend into the night a bit better. My heeled black boots clicking on the cobbles beneath me.
As I walked, I must have taken the wrong turn, I was still a bit new to the area and getting to grips with my bearings. I had stumbled upon a dark alleyway. And, not one of my proudest moments, I made the decision to continue down the alleyway. I came across some odd looking buildings and shops, the feeling in the air was unpleasant.
Just as I was about to turn around and retrace my steps, a long black cane with a silver topping was held out in front of me, blocking me from being able to move in the direction I desired.
'And who do we have here?' The man purred.
I gulped as I looked at the source of the question. A tall man, wearing what easily is recognised as a Death Eater's mask.
Shit
He traced the tip of his cane over my cheek, using the head to flick a stray strand of my brunette hair, that was sticking out of my hood, away from my face.
'Beautiful...' He whispered, sickly sweet.
I did my best to steady my breathing so to not show any fear. But ready to use my training my father instilled into me if necessary.
I carefully withdrew my wand. But the man was faster, knocking it out of my hand with his cane.
'That won't be necessary, my dear.'
He placed the tip of his cane under my chin, lifting my head with it as he examined my face.
'Your name... Or you die...' He chuckled as if to make out he was joking, but I wasn't going to gamble with my life.
'Cleopatra Rivera.' I whispered. I knew better than to give a false name, they're stupid enough to worship Voldemort, but not stupid enough to be conned.
'A beautiful name. French inheritance. Rivera... Your father is that writer, isn't he?' His tone turned to venom. My father and his research wasn't favoured amongst the bad guys, let's just say that.
'N-No' Damn it, my stutter was enough to sell me out.
'Liar' He spat. His demeanour now changing from sickly flirtation to utter disgust.
I knew I was in danger if I didn't act fast.
The man withdrew his wand from his cane, but I was faster. Magically defenceless without my wand, I instantly launched for the man. Knocking him to the ground with force, which also caused me to fall on top of him. I gained my composure fast and straddled him, using my knees to pin his arms down either side of him, my arms would have been too weak to try restraining him.
I scrambled for my wand that was, thankfully, on the floor right next to me from when it was knocked out of my hand. I picked it up and waved it over the man's mask, revealing the beautiful face and longe blonde hair of the Death Eater beneath me. His bright blue eyes filled with rage and... lust?
I knew my time of keeping the man restrained was limited, so I quickly fumbled for the chain I had around my neck, tucked into my clothes. I took the chain out from its hiding place, revealing a tiny vial that contained poison for emergencies. And I'm pretty sure that this is one hell of an emergency. The man beneath me only mildly struggling to move, I think he was actually enjoying himself. Disgusting.
My hands were useless with how shaky they were, I needed to practice controlling my anxiety. But it didn't stop my brain from working. So instead, I'll use my mouth. The man's ocean blue eyes following my every move, his eyes narrowing at the vial. I turned my head so he couldn't see what I was doing next. I unstoppered the bottle with my teeth, placed the bottle in my mouth, knowing if I used my hands, I would drop it and be absolutely defenceless.
I turned back to face the man, the vial hidden in my mouth. He gently thrust his hips up beneath me, letting out a dangerous chuckle. In response, I pushed my pelvis into his growing member, strained against his clothing. He let out a groan of pleasure at the contact, closing his eyes at the feel of the pressure of me on his dick. I rapidly psyched myself up, no time to lose, and I quickly leaned down, placing my mouth upon the mans lips, pushing my breasts into his chest to further the seduction. He growled seductively in response. Breaking free from my legs restraining him. Overpowering me with his strength that he could have so easily have done before.
He did not break the kiss, instead, he kissed me harder, grabbing my hair with one hand, tugging at it, and my waist with the other, pulling himself in a sitting up position with me still straddling his waist, he began to grind his hips against mine, rubbing his now incredibly prominent erection against my clothed vagina. He continually moaned against my lips.
Come on, come onnnnn.
As if on queue, he finally ran his tongue against my lower lip, forcing it inside of my mouth. This is where I took the opportunity to push against his forceful kiss, causing him to lean back, giving me the gravity to pour the contents of the liquids in the vial down his throat.
Instantly the man coughed and threw me off of him. He spluttered as I scrambled to my feet, I spat the now empty vial out of my mouth onto the floor.
'What did you DO!? You BITCH!' He yelled as he clutched at his throat, staring at the empty vial that was now on the floor by his feet.
He was spitting and coughing as he struggled to stand, but the effects of the poison would already be working its magic.
He reached out to grab his wand to throw a curse at me, but I was too fast. And he was dying.
'You will pay for this, Rivera!!' I heard him shout in the distance as I escaped.
I ran as fast as my feet would carry me, turning bends, ending up on the path I was on before.
I scrambled in my pockets for a small antidote that I also carried around with me, I necked it whilst I ran, just to make sure in case I swallowed any of the poison whilst the vial was in my mouth.
I made it back to the hotel room safe and sound. And remained in the lobby until I had calmed down before returning to my room. My father still to this day does not know about this happening. Ooops.
*END OF FLASHBACK*
There was so much loathing and seething behind Lucius' eyes. At least I know his name now... Lucius. And Dracos' father... that must make him; Lucius Malfoy.
Why didn't Draco tell me when he told me about Snape...?
Hmmm...
I thought I left him for dead that night...
I felt physically sick that this man is the father of the amazing boy I was growing incredibly fond of. I'm not one to tar people with the same brush, but I pray to god that the apple has fallen very, very far from the tree where Draco is concerned.
'I need to... speak... with Miss Rivera.' Lucius said flatly. He didn't take his eyes away from me as he spoke to Snape.
Snape was still stood in front of me. My heart fluttering at his protective manner.
'Whatever about?' Snape asked. He's not a stupid man, he can tell that something is wrong.
'That is between me and Miss Rivera, Severus.'
'I'm afraid I must intervene. Miss Rivera is my student. So I have to ask again. What is it you must discuss?' Snape's tone had become serious now. He wasn't fucking around. Not gonna lie... It was turning me on a little bit.
Lucius snarled, finally taking his eyes off of me, turning his attention to Severus. He knew he wasn't going to succeed.
'We will talk later, Severus.' Lucius said in resignation. 'Good day.' He nodded to Snape, to which the Potions Master returned the formal goodbye. Lucius turned, his long blonde hair swishing over his shoulder to rest effortlessly down his back as he walked away.
When he was no longer in sight, I let out a sigh of relief when Snape turned to face me.
He cocked an eyebrow.
'Care to explain?' He was unamused, but clearly worried. I could see it in his eyes. Although he is good at trying to hide it.
'Not really, Sir.' I muttered.
'You even have trouble with our Governor. Your reputation precedes you, Miss Rivera. Now get to your next class before I assign another detention.' I nodded, appreciative that he didn't press over the Lucius Malfoy situation. He could tell something was wrong, but he could also notice the fear in my eyes.
'Thank you, Professor.' I said softly. And I meant it. As much of an arse he was being, he protected me without hesitation. He was clearly friends with Lucius, but still took initiative to guard me. Death Eaters stick together, right? Maybe it was just because he knew how dangerous he could be, what with being in the inner circle, and, as a teacher, he can't just go about handing his students to Death Eaters. Obviously the Ministry doesn't know about this one, otherwise he wouldn't be Governor... surely? And I'm sure Dumbledore wouldn't be too impressed by it. Nonetheless, he protected me.
He cares.
Don't get ahead of yourself, Cleo.
There was a slight glint in Snape's eye. Only slight. If I blinked I would have missed it.
Without another word, Snape brushed past me again, his fingertips accidentally scraping mine as he walked back down the stairs to his office. My fingers tingled from the contact, and a shot of adrenaline rushed up my arms, landing in the pit of my stomach, awakening those damn butterflies again.
And, as if nothing happened, I went on my merry way to my next class.
But I wasn't going to make it to my next class...
When a figure hiding in an alcove around the corner grabbed me, quickly covering my mouth with one hand, his other holding his wand, pressing it into my neck.
'You and me are going to have a little talk.' He whispered in my ear.
Lucius fucking Malfoy.
Just like that, we disapparated.
Fuck his powers as Governor.
End of Chapter 4.
I told you guys to trust the process with this one! Ooooo it's getting exciting isn't it? I hope it is anyway!
Stay tuned for Chapter 5. What do we think will happen next? Dun dun dunnnnn. Goodnight folks xoxo
