Luminescent

Disclaimer: I do not own Severus Snape or Alan Rickman, as much as I would like to say I do! I do however own this original, unnamed character, feel free to put yourself in her place, I know I do. This is all in good fun and due to a fabulous image I had early one morning of the glorious full moon shining in my bedroom window. JK Rowling is a genius and I love that she even created this dark sexy character to begin with. I promise to put him back when I am done.


****** I really have to gush here for a moment before I get to the chapter. This would not have been at all possible without my dearest friend and beta Kayla!! She is my inspiration and my motivator and my cheerleader and I adore her!! Thank you !!!! *many big kisses and hugs*


On with the show!!

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She woke, startled, and looked about the empty dormitory before absentmindedly bringing a hand to her cheek, remembering the whisper of a touch. The room was blessedly empty, as was most of the castle at this time of year, save for a few students and professors, most of whom had nowhere to go around the holidays. She pushed the bed coverings aside and rose from her warm cocoon, reveling in the feel of the cool air against her bare skin. She strode over to the vast window by her bed and perched herself upon the ledge. The full moon was high in the sky and cast an eerie blue glow over the grounds of Hogwarts.

She felt a breeze through the room and heard the old door to the dormitory creak open. She looked about the room again and saw that none of the windows were ajar. The light of the candle that she had left burning flickered wildly, casting ghostly shadows on the wall before the flame suddenly died out, leaving her in darkness, save for the moonlight. She stood up at the window and turned to reach for the robe that hung on her four-poster bed before something outside caught her eye. She looked out the window again to see a dark hooded figure walking slowly across the grounds. She drew her robe close around her shoulders, yet it did not stop the shiver that went up her spine. The mysterious hooded figure suddenly stopped and tilted its head upwards toward her window before continuing on its way once more, disappearing quickly in the shadows of the great walls.

She hastily grabbed her wand, headed out the door of the dormitory and down the winding stairs that led to the Gryffindor common room. The usually warm and inviting room never felt colder to her, in spirit or in temperature. She hurried out of the room, feeling like the walls had eyes, that her every move was being watched and anticipated. She stepped through the great portrait and made her way down the numerous stairs that would bring her eventually to the heart of the castle.

Once at the bottom, she stopped to take a deep breath, calm herself. Her body was trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement; her every sense felt heightened. She listened for something, anything, though not sure what it was she was listening for. Just as she was about to give it up and to move on to something else she heard a voice. His voice. It was unmistakable even in its faint whisper that ghosted past her ear; a deep resonating voice full of sinister, dark appeal.

“Foolish girl, why are you out of your dormitory so late at night?” She jumped at both the harshness of his voice and at the way he seemed to appear out of nowhere.

“Professor. I… you startled me. I thought I saw something, up in my room, out the window…” She stopped and stared at the ground beneath her feet, feeling humbled by his very presence. She looked up only when he did not offer a reply and noticed his gaze fall over the outline of her bare breasts, causing her breath to hitch in her throat.

He pondered her for a moment, his dark as night eyes unreadable to her, before bringing his hands up slowly to her shoulders. She thought she should do something…say something…but all she could think was that this man’s hands were about to touch her; this man whom she had both feared and loathed, yet yearned for so troublesomely for seven long years was about to touch her. He fingered the soft fabric of her robe and smoothed his hands across her shoulders and over her delicate collarbone before pulling the garment tighter across her body, effectively covering her exposed skin.

“It is cold. You are shivering dear, foolish girl.” She thought she saw the beginnings of a smirk cross his lips.

“Hogwarts is blessedly unoccupied this time of year you realize. I suggest you run on back to your dormitory now before you catch cold or get yourself into trouble by running into whomever or whatever you saw while wearing nothing but…” He gave her a not so quick once over and released his hands from her robe before finishing. “…this.” With that he turned heel and headed for what she could only assume were his chambers in the dungeon.

She stood, spellbound, still feeling the electricity of his slight touch. She brought her hands to her shoulders, mimicking his very action of mere moments ago. She drew her robe even closer still to her skin, shuddering at the very thought of what he might have imagined at the sight of her. She brought her hands from her shoulders to her face, to her cheeks, remembering again the startled way in which she awoke earlier; remembering the feel of a hand upon her face…

She gazed down the long hallway and saw him turn the corner. Once again as she was about to make her way back to her room and back to her own warm, lonely bed, she saw him look at her, though it felt as if he did more than just look at her, he looked to her, inside of her, through her…beckoned her.

She was uneasy. She knew the Potions Master was rumored to be an accomplished Legilimens, and with her guard down she wondered if he could indeed see into her mind, to know what she was thinking and what she was feeling.

“Come to me.” She heard a dark voice whisper as she saw him disappear around the corner and sink once again into the shadows of the castle.

Her heart threatened to rip right through her skin and out of her chest. She somehow found the strength and the courage to shift from her spot and move down the long hallway. Though her feet were bare she could hear the hollow echo of her unsure footsteps ring through the empty corridor. She started to walk quickly, uncertain of what to expect when she rounded the corner. She finally did and found nothing. Something commanded her to keep going, to keep walking…and before long she found herself in the bowels of the castle. Everything about this part of the grounds moved her; from the strong, damp, earthy smell mixed with the various aroma of whatever elixir Professor Snape had ordered from his latest class to the constant impression of darkness and sensuality that permeated the air here and finally to the man himself. He was certainly not the usual sort of good looking, fantasy-inducing man one would expect. He was rude, scornful, overly confident and had an overall air of arrogance about him. His skin was paler than that of the finest white china and the hair that hung too long in his eyes was as dark as the night itself. His voice was threatening, commandeering and deliberate, the sort of voice that lingered and cut through the air; the sort of voice that could send chills down your spine.

These are the sorts of things she thought about, dreamt about and certainly fantasized about during said man’s classes. She simply could not help herself any longer. It was as if he had willed it so, had willed her to do nothing but fill her head with impure thoughts of him. Luckily for her, Potions was a class in which she had always excelled and she was more advanced and proficient than most of her fellow seventh year classmates. To some, the class was tedious, an uninteresting waste of their time, though not to her. She found it exhilarating and it came as easily to her as a second nature. She took great pleasure in the precise yet subtle balance of light and dark that went into each concoction, but even more than that, she reveled in the way that the Potions Master would often walk by her, not uttering a single word but speaking volumes to her with nothing more than a underhanded look and a slight nod of his head.

Coming back to reality, she found that she had wandered into a part of the dungeon with which she was unfamiliar. She pulled the wand out of her pocket and positioned it in front of her.

“Lumos.” She murmured as softly as she could, effectively illuminating the tip of her wand and thus lighting her path.

Up ahead she saw that the long corridor came to an unexpected end. Disheartened, she turned to go back, thinking that perhaps it was for the best. However, something in her instructed her to take a second look. As she did, she saw that the wall that she had at first perceived as a dead end was actually a door, most likely enchanted like the ceiling in the Great Hall, to look a certain way. She assumed that he had enchanted it to look like stone, hoping to keep anyone who might go snooping around away. She wondered if she was the first girl to roam the lonely castle late at night, desperately looking for him.

She made her way over to the door, trying to ignore the hammering in her chest and the growing heat she felt between her legs. Still holding on to her illuminated wand, she finally reached the door, first putting a hand to it, then her ear. She never would have thought before that she would see the day that she wished she had bought some of those silly extendable ears from the Weasley twins. She heard nothing yet knew that he was near and somehow realized that it was he who woke her earlier; it was the whisper of his touch that had roused her. She again thrust her wand out in front of her and whispered an almost silent incantation, resulting in the door coming back to its normal state before hearing the lock unhitch.