Troublesome

This is a story that I've been formulating for a long time, and I just now decided to write it. This does involve sexual interaction between a teacher and a student, so if that bothers you, you probably shouldn't read it. Also,the OC is 17 at that point so she is of age in J.K.R's World. But please, feel free to leave a review. It's always good to know that some one out there is reading my work.


I look at the phials of poison laid out before me and I think to myself, how did it come to this? It wasn’t so very long ago that I was happy and well adjusted, but nothing now matters anymore. I’m tired of this pain; I just want it to end.

I look at the phial filled with a dark green acidic looking potion. It is very volatile. It works fast but it also is very painful. I wonder if I want my suffering to be drawn out and painful. I deserve it.

Pain scares me so I consider a pale yellow potion. They call it the Quiet Sleep. I’ve read about it, I’ve read about all of them, and I’ve only considered the two. The Quiet Sleep is painless. I’ll feel nothing. I’ll be able to do my normal routine but once my mind enters the state of deep sleep, I’ll be gone. That will be that.

I lift the phial and shake it around a bit. This little bit of liquid will end it all. I uncork it and raise it to my lips. For a second I almost let it touch my mouth, but I grow scared and set it down again.
Toying with the idea is one thing, but I have to be sure. Once I do it, there is no turning back.

I need to think, I need to make sure it’s worth it. I need to make sure…

I wonder if I’ll dream…

***
As soon as the blond Slytherin looked at her latest grade, Severus knew there would be trouble. So when she approached him after the bell rang, it did not surprise him in the least. She laid the parchment down in front of him and when he looked up, she looked troubled.

“Professor, I hardly think that this is fair,” she said, biting her lip. She looked nervous, but then again she was challenging his judgment. He’d be nervous too if he had to go up against some one like him.

“Miss Hewitt, had you wrote this during your written portion of your Potion’s N.E.W.T, this is the grade you would have received,” he said. Had she been in Gryffindor, she’d of already lost points by now, but since she was from his own house, he’d at least hear her out. However, it didn’t merit a chance that he’d let her have her way.

“I worked for hours on this,” she said, almost pleading with him. “My parents will kill me!”

“Perhaps you’ll be motivated to do better the next time I assign an essay,” he said, not really in the mood to argue with her. It was his last class of the day and it was Friday. No classes for a whole two days…

“You have to let me make this up,” she said.

“I don’t have to do anything, Miss Hewitt,” he said narrowing his eyes at her. He stood and grabbed his brief case from under his desk and tried to walk off. To his annoyance, she followed him and grabbed his arm. He wheeled around, angry that his student had even dared to touch him, but he caught sight of her face. She was a whole head shorter than he was and it was devilishly easy to look down the front of her blouse, though out of respect for her and himself, he focused his gaze on her eyes.

“Professor, I’m begging you. I’ll do anything, I’ll scrub cauldrons, I’ll go out into the forest and hunt down herbs for your storage, I’ll even-“ she cut her sentence short and blushed deeply. “Please, Professor.”

“My detentions consist of scrubbing cauldrons. You’ve done nothing wrong so therefore I cannot allow you to do that,” he said, trying to dismiss her. “I get everything I could possibly want from Professor Sprout. I have nothing for you to do.”

Her brown eyes filled with tears. He groaned inwardly. He hated crying and hardly knew how to deal with it.

“You couldn’t find something for me to do?” Her voice was full of desperate hope, and as much as he wanted to spend the weekend student free, he would spend the weekend rotting with guilt if he did not allow her the chance to make up her essay.

“Fine,” he said with a sigh, ready to be rid of her. “Come by my office tonight after supper and we’ll figure out something for you to do.”

Her eyes lit up and the tears were gone. She’d pulled a fast one on him, but it did no good to get mad. He’d already sealed the deal. The girl looked about ready to hug him, though, thankfully, she did not.

“Thank you so much, Professor. You’ll have the cleanest office in the school once I’m through!” And with that, she flounced off. Severus watched after her, cursing himself. If she told anyone about this, he’d have to allow everyone of his students to make up their dreadful grades, it’d be fair. But then again, he’d never cared about being fair.

***
At precisely eight o clock, a knock sounded on Severus’ office door. He looked up, wondering for a second who it could be, but then he remembered his deal with the sixth year.

“Come in,” he said, collecting himself. She stepped in to his office, looking eager. She took a quick glance around the room, surveying it before she acknowledged him with a bright smile.

“I couldn’t ever thank you enough, sir.”

“No, I’m sure you couldn’t,” he mumbled. He’d had about four shots of Fire Whisky before hand and was feeling light headed, but it had not been nearly enough to make his annoyance disappear altogether.

“So, what do you need done?”

Severus looked around his office. Really, if he could occupy her mouth with something so he wouldn’t have to listen to her would have been ideal. Having taught Evelyn Hewitt for five years, he knew that she was the chatty type,a loner, but she did like to talk. He wasn’t in the mood for it. He was angry that she’d tricked him into letting her do this, and he also wanted to hit himself for allowing himself to be tricked.

“Your office looks clean enough, very organized,” she observed out loud. “Perhaps I could grade some essays?”

“That,” he hissed. “is not an option. I’m the only one that’s allowed to grade the papers.”

“Just a suggestion.”

“Miss Hewitt, I’m going to be honest with you. I do not want you here, and I have half a mind to throw you out and make you accept that D for having done this to me.”

Evelyn’s bright face fell, and she looked very close to tears once more.
“That isn’t going to work this time,” he said.

“Can I tell you something, sir?” she said quietly. Severus rolled his eyes, but stayed silent. “My parents told me that if I get anything below an E that they’ll pull me out of Hogwarts and make me get married. I don’t want to have to do that.”

“Spare me your sob story; I’ve got better things to do.”

Her lips began to quiver, damn her.

“Please, Professor, I’m willing to do anything."

“And what do you suggest you do? I’ve got nothing for you to do and I’d much rather enjoy my weekend in complete solitude,” he said. If he was firm, she wouldn’t have a choice. She had balls; he’d admit it, for having pushed him over especially since he was not the type to be easily persuaded to do anything. But still, there wasn’t a thing in the world that he needed done. He couldn’t send her to help out another Professor because then she’d tell them and soon everyone would find out that he was letting a student make up a grade which was something he’d never done before. Everyone would be lining up and he’d have to tell every single one of them to slag off.

“I’ll suck you off,” she said, suddenly and quietly. Severus jerked up, not quite sure he’d heard her right.

“Beg pardon?” he sputtered.

“I turned seventeen last month, and I know it’s not professional and it’s really gross, but I’d do anything and when I say anything, I mean anything.”

“Miss Hewitt you do realize that I could have you expelled for even suggesting such a thing?”

Evelyn looked down at her feet, apparently ashamed, but said nothing. Severus wasn’t sure what to say either; it was horribly embarrassing to both parties. The idea, however, wasn’t as awful as it should have been to him. In fact the idea of the girl on her knees with him in her mouth was quite pleasant and erotic.

“Out,” he said, pointing to the door, trying to shake the images she’d created with her suggestion.

“Professor, please!”

“Get out of my office, Miss Hewitt. If you do not leave now, I’ll start docking points,” he warned. Evelyn needed no further persuasion, so she turned on one heel and fled the room, leaving Severus alone with his thoughts.