The Name in Red **COMPLETE**

Hello everyone! Here is chapter 12, as promised! I hope you enjoy it. I must warn you, it gets a bit steamy! ;D

Enjoy!


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The Name in Red.

Chapter 12: Fruition.
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Sarah spent the rest of the afternoon in the exact same way she had spent the previous one; shut up in her room, and trying to avoid everybody. Earlier, she had played it reasonably cool while visiting with Ron and Hermione. They didn't have the faintest clue that she had 'snogged' (Sarah was still quite amused at this terminology) with their teacher. Now, however, she could hardly play it cool. She paced back and forth in her room nervously, convinced that she was going to carve a path in the rug. She wasn't all too fond of Harry's little plan to steal from Snape's storeroom. Her eagerness at trying to get into the Ministry, however, had pushed her to agree to it.

Thinking as hard as she could, she couldn't imagine how she was going to initiate something with him. Even if she did manage this part, would she be able to keep him occupied long enough for Harry to finish doing what he needed to do? She would probably be a nervous wreck. Snape was brilliant, she knew; he would probably see straight through her and know something was amiss. Then, what would happen if he caught Harry? Would he see through the entire scheme? Would he become furious with her, and think that she had only been doing it to provide a distraction? Any outcome she could think of, other than managing to somehow pull it off perfectly, looked grim.

Harry had been right. There definitely was going to be some luck involved. More than some, she thought to herself. She would first have to manage to get him to go to his storeroom, and let her go with him. If she could do that, she would then have to distract him at the right moment, just before he could close the door and start warding it again. This would allow Harry time to get inside, find what they needed, and get out again. It definitely sounded to Sarah as if Harry had been in there before. She hoped that he knew his way around well enough to make it as quick as possible. The less distracting she had to do, the better. Even though Harry claimed that he wouldn't mind, she didn't exactly want to end up 'shagging' him in the middle of the hallway in order for this to work.

She flopped down on her bed, burying her face in her pillow, much the same way she had done after she learned Harry had seen her with Snape. It was going to be a very interesting evening.


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At dinner, Sarah was seated in the Great Hall as usual, next to Harry and Ginny, and across from Ron and Hermione at the Gryffindor table. Her nervous mannerisms were even more intense than they had been the previous evening, when Harry had first been tipped off that there was something strange going on with Sarah in terms of Snape. She sat a bit hunched over. Her right hand was holding her fork, with which she was poking at her food, and her left hand rested on the table. She was drumming her fingers idly. She stared down at the table, but her eyes were unfocused and her expression quite blank. Harry pretended not to notice at all, but Hermione was occasionally glancing up from her Evening Prophet, and Ron was curiously regarding her between large mouthfuls of roast beef and potatoes. Even Ginny was casting surreptitious glances at her over Harry's shoulders.

Heartily helping himself to as much as he could eat, Ron noticed that Sarah had barely touched her food. When he finished his latest mouthful, he spoke up.

"Are you feeling alright, Sarah?" he asked cautiously. "You look a bit peaky."

Sarah didn't respond. In fact, she didn't look like she had heard him at all. She continued staring blankly down at the table, poking at her food and drumming her fingers restlessly. At this, Hermione glanced up from her reading again, looking Sarah over.

"Sarah?" Ron insisted, inclining his head toward her.

Sarah's eyes widened; she heard him that time.

"Huh?" she said quickly, sitting up straight and ceasing her restless movements. Ginny had now leaned forward to peer at her. When she took in their confused and baffled expressions, she spoke. "I'm fine."

She attempted to eat some of her food, trying her best to be nonchalant. She failed miserably.

Ron, Hermione, and Ginny all wordlessly looked to Harry for an answer about Sarah's odd behavior. He merely shrugged casually. He was trying to play it down as much as possible. He would get quite a talking-to from Hermione if she found out the details of what they were planning together. Thankfully, none of them pressed the issue. Ron returned to his gluttony, and Hermione returned to perusing her newspaper. Beside him, Ginny straightened up and continued eating her meal.

Luckily, Sarah was able to refrain from asking Harry what time it was every two minutes or so. This didn't stop Harry from frequently checking his watch. He did it as discreetly as possible, and was fairly certain that nobody had noticed it. He didn't want Sarah to be late under any circumstances. Harry knew that Snape had to have some kind of soft spot for the girl after everything he'd heard, but Harry didn't want to risk starting him off in a sour mood if she were tardy. He might be less inclined to acquiesce to her accompanying him to his storeroom.

When there was about ten minutes left until seven o'clock, Harry gave Sarah a gentle nudge with his elbow, indicating that it was time to leave. She flinched a little, but no one noticed. Taking a deep breath, she cleared her throat softly and rose from the table.

"Lesson time," she said, her voice sounding quite normal, "I've got to get going."

Ron, Hermione, and Ginny all looked up just in time to see Harry rising from the table after her. They shot him questioning looks. Harry looked from his friends, to Sarah, and back again.

"I'll go with you," Harry said casually, "And make sure you don't get lost again."

"Alright," Sarah said, and then began heading for the door.

Before Harry left the table, he wordlessly exchanged a concerned look with Ron, Hermione, and Ginny. Hopefully they would assume that the reason Harry had offered to accompany Sarah to the dungeons was so he could inquire about what was bothering her. The last thing Harry wanted was for any of them, especially Hermione, to find out that he knew anything about what was going on with her. If Hermione were to find out, she might correctly assume that there was scheming afoot.

All three stared back at him. He became elated inside; they had most likely assumed what he had wanted them to assume. As he turned away from them and headed for the door, he smiled. Things had started out on the right foot for this evening. He felt very optimistic about the rest of the plan.

Exiting the Great Hall, he met up with Sarah. She was standing uneasily, shifting her weight back and forth as she waited for him. When he reached her, he put an arm around her shoulder and started walking her in the direction she needed to go. He was skeptical of her ability to do so under her own power at this particular moment. She was extremely nervous.

"You've got to calm down," he told her softly, trying to sound soothing. "If Professor Snape sees you're having a fit, he's going to think something is up."

"I know," she groaned, wincing. "I can't help it. I get so nervous around him. And the thought of having to practically seduce him isn't doing much to calm me down, either."

Harry laughed softly. The entire concept of a mutual attraction between these two people still seemed utterly absurd and amusing.

"Don't laugh at me!" she scolded him, giving him a harsh look as they walked. "This is your plan, not mine!"

"I'm not laughing at you, trust me," he assured her, smiling. "The whole situation is just a bit silly."

"Couldn't you have thought of a less ridiculous plan?" she asked grumpily.

"Come on," he said coaxingly, glancing around as they turned a corner in order to be sure they were still alone. "It's not going to be so bad. You liked snogging with him, didn't you?"

"I... I...," Sarah stammered. Thinking back on it, she became flustered again. "Yes, I did," she admitted.

"Cheer up, then," he said, giving her a reassuring pat on the back. "You'll probably be thanking me for this later."

"I don't know about that," she huffed, coming to a stop as they reached an intersecting corridor at which they would have to part ways. "What if he finds out? What if you get caught? What then?"

"We'll worry about that if it happens. Just trust me," he replied.

Sarah was still looking at him skeptically, and shifting nervously.

"It'll be alright," he said, patting her on the shoulder. "Just try and calm down a bit. I have complete faith in you. If you've gotten Professor Snape to be that nice to you, you can probably get him to do anything."

Sarah's eyes widened a little as she briefly wondered what exactly that 'anything' might be, but she quickly came back to reality. Harry didn't miss her little slip.

"See?" he pressed. "Everything is going to be fine. Just stop being mental about it."

"I don't see how you're not 'mental' about it," Sarah argued. "This is crazy. If he catches you, I bet he'll have me practicing my spells on you next week. And I bet he'll teach me some really nasty ones, too."

Harry laughed; he certainly wouldn't put it past Snape to do that.

"Maybe," he said, taking a deep breath and trying to stop his laughter. "But don't worry about me. Just worry about yourself, and what you have to do, alright?"

Sarah took a deep breath as well.

"Alright," she said. The plan was already in motion. It was pointless to argue now.

"Good," Harry said, reaching inside his robes and pulling his cloak from his pocket. "I'll be waiting outside the storeroom. I'll know if you're coming, so I'll be more than ready. Just remember: One squeeze means I've got the ingredients, and two means that I've got the potion. Either way, it'll mean that I'm clear. I'll get out of there as fast as possible, after letting you know."

"Sure you don't want to stick around and watch us, Mr. Invisible?" she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Harry laughed.

"That's quite alright," he said, twirling his cloak around himself and closing it so he disappeared. "You'd better get going. I'll be waiting. Try and stay calm."

Sarah sighed and nodded once before turning around and heading off down the corridor.

When she was out of Harry's sight, he quickly turned around as well, headed the opposite way. It wasn't too long of a trip before he reached the corridor in which he knew Snape's storeroom was hidden. It was already very dark. Examining the walls, he located the two portraits that it was located between. Moving to the opposite wall, he sat down and leaned up against it, making sure that his cloak was completely covering him.

Reaching inside his robes, he pulled out the Marauder's Map. If he kept a close eye on it, he would know for sure if Sarah and Snape were headed here. He unfolded it in the darkness, and then drew his wand and illuminated it.

Tapping the parchment with his wand, he whispered, "I solemnly swear I am up to no good."

The parchment immediately filled itself in with a detailed map of the castle. Tiny black dots with labels floating above them were moving about all over. Scanning the map, he located the dungeons. He observed Sarah's dot drawing closer to Snape's office. The dot did not immediately enter the next room.

Harry smiled to himself and had to fight to keep from laughing. He knew, at that moment, Sarah was probably standing in front of Snape's door, fretting nervously and trying to force herself to knock.

Sighing, he relaxed back against the wall. He knew he had a long night ahead of him. He would have to remain here, observing the map, and waiting. With any luck, before the night was out, he would see both of them leaving the office and headed in this direction. Then, if Sarah was able to pull off her end of the plan, Harry would have a small window of opportunity to get inside the unprotected storeroom.

He was still holding out hope to find some ready-made potion, but he was also very prepared for the possibility that he would have to take the ingredients and make the potion himself, thus delaying their little plan quite a bit. It would also complicate matters somewhat; managing to brew a Polyjuice potion secretly, right under Hermione's nose, would be quite a feat.

He was also holding out hope that Sarah would have the courage to pull this off. Yawning, he turned his wrist and glanced at his watch under his wandlight. Now all he had to do was wait, and hope.


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Standing before the door to Snape's office, Sarah wrung her hands. She was greatly hesitating to knock. Words couldn't even begin to describe her nerves. She hoped he wouldn't have her doing anything all to complicated this evening. If he did, she would probably demolish his office in the learning process.

He was such a mystery to her. She already knew what type of man he was supposed to be from his behavior, as well as what Harry and the others had told her about him. He was supposed to be cold, callous, and uncaring. Even cruel. But he had shown her a completely different side. A side, she knew, that most people outside of herself and Harry, didn't think to exist. He hadn't even verbally acknowledged his tender forthcomings to her, or his physical advances. As she had explained to Harry before, it was as if one Snape would walk away from being kind to her and kissing her, and another Snape would be waiting for her the following evening as if nothing had transpired.

Why her? What about her had caused it to come forward in him? Did he really want her? Why?

She could no sooner explain why she herself had developed this strong attraction for him. She was, of course, far too nervous to broach the subject to him. Harry had been right; the whole situation was a bit silly.

She took a deep breath, trying as hard as she could to steady herself. She realized, from Snape's reactions to her, that he was extremely perceptive. It was almost like he was able to read her like a book. He had perceived her attraction to him, and also perceived when she wanted him to kiss her. He could sense her fear and trepidation. Sarah wondered just how much more he might be able to sense about her. If she walked inside now, he probably wouldn't agree to begin their lesson until she told him what was wrong.

Oh nothing, she thought sarcastically to herself. Harry just cooked up a little plot to steal from you that happens to involve me seducing you as a distraction. No big deal, right?

She took another deep breath and bit down hard on her lower lip.

"I've got to calm down. Calm down," she whispered to herself, shutting her eyes tight. If she didn't knock now, she might be late. Still biting down on her lip, she raised her hand and knocked softly on the door.

"Enter," called the familiar voice from within.

Trying to forget everything, Sarah entered his office and shut the door behind her. When she turned around, her heart jumped at the sight of Snape sitting at his desk, his dark eyes staring directly at her.

A shot of adrenaline entered her bloodstream, and her pulse quickened. She slowly drifted toward him, almost as if his dark gaze compelled her to do so. She was completely unaware of anything else in the room; there was only him. She was also unaware of the fact that she was already blushing furiously as thoughts of last night, with Snape lying on top of her or backing her up against the wall, raced through her mind.

Snape's expression was blank, but not in a cruel manner. He was simply trying to hide the fact that he was also having these same thoughts. He continued staring at the girl until she stood before his desk. He could clearly see the color in her face, and knew that she must be having the same thoughts as him. She, however, could not tell what was going on in his mind. He was, after all, a master at deception.

He cleared his throat a little, still staring at her. The intensity of his gaze forced her to look away. He gave a tiny smirk, and wondered if Potter had told her anything about Legilimency in relation to him. Even so, he hardly needed Legilimency to tell what the girl was thinking.

"Good evening, Miss Garrend," he spoke lowly to her.

"Good evening, Professor," she replied quietly, still looking away from him.

He rose from his desk, striding around it to meet her. He stood close to her, and she did not move away. Even though her gaze was directed at the floor, she could see that he was once again wearing his normal teaching robes. Standing this close to him, she detected the same pleasant scent she had come to associate him with. She nearly drowned in it the previous night, when he had kissed her so passionately. Swallowing hard, she had to fight to keep from shuddering.

"I believe we have advanced your wandwork quite enough for one week," he began, looking down at her. "I do not want to be accidentally assaulted again. We will continue with more wandwork next week. For tonight, however, I think we will begin having you venture into a little more complicated potionmaking."

Sarah took a sharp intake of breath, becoming excited. What luck. Snape raised an eyebrow at her.

"There is no need to be frightened or apprehensive of it, Miss Garrend," he spoke to her. "Despite your first somewhat disastrous venture into the field, your second attempt was quite good. You will be attempting to brew a little more complicated potion this evening. Of course, I would not have you working with any particularly dangerous ingredients just yet, so there is no need to worry."

"Oh," she said, turning to look up at him. He looked a little concerned. She knew that he had probably taken her little gasp of excitement for one of fear. It was only natural that potionmaking might have her a little nervous after what happened on her first attempt.

"Alright, that's fine," she said.

Snape nodded once at her, and then turned to move toward the small table of equipment that he had set up for her work. Picking up a small sheet of parchment, he walked back to her, holding it out.

"I will be making things a little more challenging tonight," he started, watching as the girl took the parchment from him and inspected it curiously, "By not putting out the ingredients for you. In addition to the detailed instructions I have provided for you, which are located on another piece of parchment on your table, I have listed out and described the ingredients which this potion will require."

He motioned to the wall opposite her table. It was stacked high with shelves that were packed full of bottles and jars containing things unknown to her. Her eyes widened.

"I will leave it up to you in order retrieve the ingredients which you will need," he explained. "Once you are finished, I will check it over quickly to make sure you haven't selected anything incorrectly. If you have all of the proper ingredients, you may begin."

Sarah looked down at the parchment in her hand, and then back up at Snape. He nodded to her again and moved back to his desk, taking his seat and getting back to his work.

Sarah turned toward the shelves Snape indicated for her. She stared blankly at them, eyes wide. She could hardly believe her luck. She doubted that Snape could have set things up any better for her even if he were somehow aware of their little plan. This was perfect, she thought. With this list in her hand, and having to retrieve the ingredients herself, she would easily be able to tell which of them he had the least of. After doing that, she would just have to work on running him out of it to the point where he would have to restock before she could continue. Then, with any luck, he would go to his storeroom, and she would insist upon accompanying him. As she thought on, she furrowed her brows.

Wait a second, she thought to herself. This is a little too perfect.

She turned to Snape and regarded him.

Looking up from his work to check on the girl's progress, he saw that she was still standing in the same spot where he had left her, and staring at him. She looked confused, and almost a little frightened. He raised an eyebrow.

"Is something wrong, Miss Garrend?" he inquired.

He couldn't possibly know, she thought to herself. She was just being stupid, and couldn't accept the fact that she'd gotten extremely lucky. Harry's plans sure did have a knack for being lucky beyond all belief, she realized. It was probably just his luck.

"No," she said casually, having convinced herself that everything was fine. "Everything's fine."

Snape continued looking at her until she turned back to the shelves. Once she did, he again busied himself with his work.

Sarah hastily examined the list before stepping up to the shelves. As she identified and collected what the list indicated for her, she took note of which ingredient he had the least of. This seemed to be the tribulus terrestris seeds. There only looked to be one of them, whatever they were. She carefully opened the jar, reaching inside and removing it. Placing the empty jar back up on the shelf, she examined the seed in her hand. There was a cluster of four seeds attached together. Glancing at the list again, she saw that this was exactly how many she needed for whatever potion she was brewing.

Perfect, she thought to herself. If I can screw these up, he'll have to get more.

About fifteen minutes later, Sarah was confident that she correctly retrieved all of the necessary ingredients on the list. Sitting down at her little table, she called to Snape, who quickly rose from his desk and walked over to her in order to inspect what she had gathered.

It took him only a few seconds to look over what she had brought out, and see that she managed to do it correctly. He gave her a nod, turning back to his desk.

"Good work," he said, sitting down at his desk again. "You may begin. This potion is a bit more complicated. Please read the instructions carefully."

Scooting her chair closer to her table and leaning over it, she looked down at the larger parchment onto which he wrote the instructions. Reading his small, cramped, spiky script, she discovered the particular potion that he was having her brew.

Amortentia

The most powerful love potion in the world. It does not actually produce genuine "love", only a strong obsession and infatuation. It is recognizable by its distinctive mother-of-pearl sheen and by the fact that its steam rises in characteristic spirals. The potion smells unique to different people, depending upon what scents attract them most.

Beneath this small descriptive paragraph were detailed steps on how to brew it, but Sarah didn't read any further at that moment.

She swallowed hard, and her face felt hot. She didn't have to guess twice as to why Snape was having her brew this particular potion. She already realized how he had not verbally broached the subject of their strange mutual attraction, or even tried to. Maybe this was his little nonverbal way of communicating it to her.

She surreptitiously glanced in his direction, but he did not look up from his work. She didn't know it, but he was trying to hide his smirk of amusement.

Out of the corner of his eye, he had seen her glance over at him. He could only assume that the girl had just seen what exactly she would be brewing, as she did not bother to ask before. He did enjoy toying with her, but in a good way. Her reactions were ever so amusing.

Looking back toward her table, Sarah set to work. The potion didn't call for the preparation and addition of the tribulus terrestris seeds until about halfway through, so she would have to brew the potion correctly up until that point. When she got there, she would have to somehow destroy the seeds or prepare them incorrectly so that they were not suitable for use in the potion. She greatly hoped that Snape would not become angry at her for doing this.

She worked very quietly for some time. Snape would occasionally glance up from his work to take in her progress. She seemed to be doing quite well. Unlike many of his students, she was following his detailed directions to the letter. There was no way anyone could go wrong with doing this, as he was an expert potionmaker. Continuing with his own work, he assumed that he needn't worry about her making another careless mistake with her potion and causing a mishap.

Unfortunately for Sarah, she should have been a little more careful in reading his detailed instructions when she came to the step which called for the preparation tribulus terrestris seeds. Once she saw the paragraph entitled Preparing the tribulus terrestris seeds, she looked no further than the next couple of lines. After all, she wasn't bothering to prepare them correctly; she was trying to mess them up as bad as she could.

During her brief glance at the paragraph, she saw that the seeds needed to be neatly and evenly cut into four separate sections. She thought this should be easy enough. All she had to do was cut them unevenly, or cut them into too many sections. Or, she thought happily, she could cut them into too many uneven sections! Perhaps she could even crush them. This would be simple.

Picking up her silver dagger, she looked down to inspect the cluster of four seeds, which was very small and brown in color. The individual seeds looked very peculiar, and greatly resembled a tiny goat or bull's skull. They were very spiny, with two larger spines sticking out like horns on either side. Assuming she should first break them apart before attempting to destroy them, she put down her dagger and picked up the little seed cluster, and started trying to snap it apart.

She applied pressure using her index and middle fingers, as well as her thumbs. They did not seem to want to separate very easily. Quickly growing impatient, she squeezed even harder and applied even more pressure. She gave a little surprised yelp when some of their spines bit into her fingers painfully, and she dropped the seed cluster back to the table.

Her slight noise had caused Snape to immediately look up at her. She sounded as if she had been hurt. Perhaps she had cut herself with her silver dagger.

"Are you alright, Miss Garrend?" he asked, leaning forward and looking as if he were about to rise from his desk.

Sarah quickly looked over at him, seeing that he was about to get up. She didn't want him to discover that she was attempting to destroy his ingredients purposefully.

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine," she said quickly. "Everything's alright, really."

Regarding her curiously, Snape straightened back up and continued on with his work.

Looking back to her table, Sarah inspected her fingers. The pads of her index fingers, middle fingers, and thumbs were all oozing tiny droplets of blood. It wasn't serious by any means, and would stop soon. She saw that it had been no worse than a bad paper cut. Sighing, she realized that the seeds would not easily break apart, and she might have to read a bit more about how to properly prepare them for the potion before she could actually manage to destroy them. Sliding the parchment with the instructions closer to her, she began to re-read the paragraph which described the seeds.

~ Preparing and adding the tribulus terrestris seeds:

Once you have finished stewing in the epimedium leaves, you must prepare the tribulus terrestris seeds for addition to the potion. The seeds can be difficult to prepare, and must be individually and evenly cut into four different sections. In order to do this, you must first separate the seeds in the cluster from one another. Using your dagger, you will need to carefully sever the small sectionals which hold the cluster together.

Be warned; the seeds are quite sharp. Take care when separating them and cutting them up. Their spines are sharp enough to puncture the skin, and the seeds are a particularly potent ingredient in the potion. If punctured by them, there may be experienced effects of their powerful aphrodisiacal qualities.

Sarah's eyes widened in horror.

Oh crap, she screamed inside her head, What have I done! I should have read the goddamn directions all the way! God damn it!

She couldn't stop herself from lightly slapping her left palm to her forehead. Sighing deeply, she ran the hand over her face before straightening up again. In the corner of her eye, she had noticed that Snape again raised his head to look up at her, noticing her strange mannerism. She had to remain calm, she remembered. Taking a deep breath when she saw Snape look back down at his work, she inspected the seeds.

Alright, she thought to herself, There may be experienced effects of their powerful aphrodisiacal qualities. That doesn't mean there will be. I'll be fine.

After a few more moments of trying to convince herself, she again picked up her silver dagger. This time, she went about separating the seeds from one another as Snape had described in the instructions. As she severed the sectionals with the tip of the dagger, they easily came apart. She mentally cursed herself again for not completely reading the instructions. How many times, growing up in school, had her teachers constantly nagged for their students to read all of the instructions before doing anything? The teachers here were probably the exact same way. She sure blew that one.

Before she started to work on destroying the now separated seeds, she again examined her fingers. There were still tiny droplets of blood that had oozed out, but they had stopped bleeding. She carefully placed each of her punctured fingers in her mouth, licking and sucking off the blood. It tasted sharply metallic, and the punctures hurt about as much as a paper cut, which wasn't much at all. She had entirely no way of knowing that this was the absolute worst thing she could possibly be doing if she were trying to avoid the effects of the strange little seeds.

She also had absolutely no idea that Snape had discreetly looked up from his work to watch her as she did this, one eyebrow raised extremely high.

"You aren't tasting anything, are you?" he drawled at her. The last thing he needed was her eating raw potions ingredients, especially those for this particular potion.

Sarah jumped a little and sat straight up, quickly turning to look at him. She had already removed her last index finger from her mouth and was shaking her head back and forth furiously.

"No," she said quickly, "I just... got a little cut from my dagger. That's all. I was being a little careless," she lied.

Snape nodded. His assumption that she accidentally cut herself, to his knowledge, had been correct. He then looked as if he were about to rise from his desk again, getting out of his chair a little.

"Shall I tend to it for you?" he asked, tilting his head a little at her. Subconsciously, he knew that a readiness to take care of her wounds would be another act of nonverbal communication. The conscious part of his mind, however, convinced him that he just didn't want her bleeding into her potion and mucking it up.

Sarah shook her head quickly again, her face having colored. It was another almost kind gesture coming from him, and she hated to reject it.

"No, it's alright, really. It's tiny. No big deal," she said quickly, hoping as hard as she could that he would be convinced.

Eyebrow still raised, Snape slid back down into his chair and continued with his work.

Turning back to her table, Sarah let out a silent sigh of relief. If he were to come over, he might see that she had failed to fully read his instructions, let alone the fact that she was trying her best to destroy one of his ingredients. She didn't want him to become angry with her.

Picking up her dagger again, she began cutting away at the seeds. She took point to chop them very carelessly. One seed, she had chopped into three very uneven pieces which could not possibly be corrected into four even ones. Another, she chopped into four almost-even pieces, but cut another one of these pieces into two smaller, uneven ones. She invented equally creative ways to cut the other two seeds incorrectly, and make it look as if she could claim that she had first cut them unevenly and further destroyed them by trying to correct her mistakes.

As she was finishing up mangling her final seed, her eyes became a little unfocused as she worked. She paused in her cutting motions. It was a moment or two before she winced hard and reopened her eyes in order to clear up her vision. She had just zoned out a little. Attributing it to being overly tired, she completed her seed sabotage. She hadn't exactly slept very well the past few nights after the events with Snape.

Now all she had to do was break it to him that she'd messed up one of her ingredients and needed more. She pondered how she would do this. As she silently thought to herself, she absently tugged on the neck of her robes and became a little distracted. Had it gotten a bit hotter in here? It was probably just the heat from her cauldron. She had been sitting in front of it for quite a while now.

Clearing her throat softly and shifting her attention back to the issue at hand, she turned her head to look at Snape. He was still sitting at his desk, and now appeared to be fully absorbed in his work. He didn't notice her looking at him until she spoke up.

"Um," she started uncertainly, her voice very quiet, "Professor?"

Snape looked up from his work to regard the girl, but said nothing.

"I think I sort of... messed something up," she said timidly.

"What do you mean?" Snape inquired. Watching the girl as he waited for her response, he noticed that her face had colored again. This time, and he could not identify why, it looked a little different. She almost looked a little uncomfortable. She did always have a tendency to blush at him, so he didn't give it a second thought. It was a very normal reaction for her when he met her gaze with his own.

"Well, these little seeds...," she said, glancing to her work, and then back to Snape, "I had some trouble getting them apart and cutting them. That's when I accidentally cut my finger," she added, hoping to be extra convincing, "And I think I did it all completely wrong."

Snape rose from his desk and slowly moved around toward Sarah's table in order to examine the girl's mistake. As he did, Sarah shook the left sleeve of her robe down over her hand, covering it completely. It wouldn't do to have him see she hadn't actually cut herself at all. When he reached the table, he looked down at the seeds. He smirked.

"You certainly have, Miss Garrend," he said. "These will not be suitable for use, unless you wish the potion to be extremely volatile."

Sarah was nervously looking up at him as he spoke. Usually she did her best to avoid staring at him, or avoid his intense gaze; but now, it seemed like she didn't want to take her eyes off of him for some reason.

"What should I do?" she asked quietly, still staring up at him and not wanting to look away.

Snape looked down at the girl, his black eyes hard. He wasn't angry with her, but he was a little impatient that she had managed to so badly mangle one of her ingredients. When he noticed the girl's expression, he raised an eyebrow. Instead of looking away from staring directly into his eyes as per usual, she continued staring up at him. His brows then furrowed. Her eyes were still the correct color, but her pupils seemed oddly dilated, and she was still wearing the same heated blush that he'd noticed before.

"We will have to get you some more," he said simply, turning away from her. He moved to the shelves which lined the opposite wall, and began sifting through it. When he came to the jar containing the tribulus terrestris seeds, he picked it up and sighed when he found it to be empty. Placing the empty jar back on the shelf, he turned back to the girl.

"It appears you have used the last small amount I had in my office," he said, "But I believe I have some more in my stores. If you will excuse me, I will have to retrieve it."

Snape moved quickly for his office door. As soon as he placed his hand on it, Sarah leapt out of her chair.

"Wait!" she said loudly, one hand extended toward him. She looked a little frantic.

Snape turned back toward her, regarding her curiously.

"Can... can I come with you?" she asked softly. When Snape only continued staring at her confusedly, she spoke again. "I just don't want to be alone down here."

Snape thought to himself. The girl was afraid to be alone in the dungeons? He could perhaps understand that. This place was still fairly new to her, all things considered. Dungeons weren't exactly happy, welcoming places in which one wanted to be alone; except for him of course. So she wanted to accompany him to his stores. He couldn't see the harm in allowing her to do so. It might even be good for her to briefly see the wide array of rare and exotic ingredients he kept in there.

"Very well, Miss Garrend," he told her. He then opened the door and stepped aside, indicating that she was to exit the office with him. Sarah quickly complied, hurrying out the door. He shut it behind them.


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Harry snorted himself awake abruptly. Looking around frantically at his strange surroundings, he realized where he was. He sighed. He had quickly grown bored and tired while lying in wait under his invisibility cloak outside of Snape's storeroom. The Marauder's Map was still spread across his lap, and his wand was still lit and lying on top of it. He must have dozed off while staring intently at the two tiny dots in the dungeon which were labeled Severus Snape and Sarah Garrend.

Yawning, he shifted to sit up a bit more straightly. Picking up his wand again, he bent over the map and began scanning it, quickly finding Snape's office. His eyes widened and he gasped; they weren't there. He began frantically scanning the corridors which he knew led from the office toward the particular corridor in which he was waiting. To his relief, he quickly located them. They were at least a couple minutes away still, and must have left his office a few minutes before.

"Mischief managed," said Harry, tapping the tip of his illuminated wand to the parchment of the map. Its detailed ink map and tiny moving dots quickly faded away, leaving it blank. Carefully refolding the map, he tucked it inside his robes.

"Nox," he whispered, extinguishing the light from his wand and also placing it inside his robes. All he had to do now was wait.

They were coming.


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Snape led Sarah on for quite a while, through many dark corridors of the castle in which she had never been before. She didn't recognize anything. As she followed behind him, she cast her eyes to the floor, and her heart started pumping frenetically. Her palms grew slightly damp, and she suddenly felt very warm. She attributed all of this to terrible nervousness. Their plan was now entering its key stage. Harry would be waiting outside the storeroom, invisible, and waiting for her to distract Snape before closing up so that Harry could gain entrance.

Beginning to feel slightly light-headed, she raised her eyes off of the floor to rest on Snape's back. It was then that she realized she felt very strange. Without having realized it, she was breathing very slowly and deeply, almost heavily, as if she were trying to slow down her out-of-control heart rate. Unfortunately, her pulse did not slow. It only quickened, pumping more adrenaline into her blood. As she took in her deep breaths, it seemed her sense of smell had greatly magnified somehow. Following a short distance behind Snape, she could taste his scent just as intensely as if he were on top of her again. It was just as intoxicating as it had been then. Her mind suddenly felt very foggy, and her eyes lost much of their focus. She blankly continued following along behind him, her unfocused eyes on his dark form, and breathing in his tantalizing scent.

A short time later, he came to a stop in front of an ordinary-looking wall. Sarah hardly took note of where they were. She watched him, entranced, as he felt out a section of the wall. Taking his wand out from inside his robes, he began performing intricate wand movements and speaking words that Sarah had never heard before. She saw the air in front of him shimmer. He then stepped to the wall and wrapped his hand around something and pushed forward. The small section of wall turned out to be a door which opened into a small, dark room with very high walls. Stepping inside, Snape flicked his wand at the ceiling, where a large lantern lit itself and filled the small room with light.

Drifting into the doorway, Sarah managed to tear her eyes away from Snape for a few brief moments in order to inspect the room. There were three high walls, all completely covered with shelving. A steep sliding ladder rested against the far wall, and a large lantern hung a small distance from the room's high ceiling. The shelves were completely packed with all manners of containers, holding countless ingredients. For some reason, the tiny room's temperature seemed utterly stifling to her.

Ending her quick examination of the room, she looked back to Snape. She found that, for some reason, it had been very difficult for her to look away from him in those few moments. She found herself not desiring to do so again. She watched him intently, her mind in a numb, heated fog.

After stowing his wand back inside his robes, Snape took a couple steps up the ladder and began sifting through one of the shelves. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the girl standing in the doorway, but could not tell that she was watching his every move with extreme fixation. He continued searching for the seeds in this particular shelf, on which he stored many potions ingredients derived from plants.

Sarah could not look away from him. Somewhere, knew something strange was going on with her, but she couldn't tell what. A clear voice somewhere in the back of her mind was trying to shout something out to her, but she couldn't understand what it was saying. She ignored it. Her mind was too fogged up.

All she could concentrate on was Snape. It felt as if all her senses had intensified a thousandfold. There was a dull ringing in her ears, interrupted only by her own pounding heartbeat and Snape's small rustlings as he searched through the shelf. The tiny enclosed room smelled so intensely of his intoxicating scent that she thought she might faint. She watched his every movement carefully, as if she could not possibly look at him enough. When she nervously balled her hands into fists, her skin tingled slightly.

Snape was completely oblivious to all of this in his search for the seeds.

Sarah was enthralled. All thoughts of her and Harry's plan, the very reason she was here in the first place, were forgotten. A different tiny voice inside her head was screaming at her quite clearly, screaming that she wanted desperately to touch this man. The tiny voice screamed that she wanted to be touched by him as well. It yelled and screamed that she wanted nothing more, with every fiber of her being, than to be close to him in any way possible. She felt nothing but her highly intensified senses, and this tiny screaming voice that absorbed her thinking consciousness wholly. There was simply no room for any other thought. It screamed and cried at her, urging her strongly to give in to its demands.

After a few more moments, Snape located a tiny corked jar containing several more seed clusters. Casually dropping it into one of the outside pockets of his robes, he descended the small steps of the ladder. Giving the room a quick once-over to be sure that everything was still in order (he could never be too careful), he turned to face the attractive, long-haired young witch who was blocking the doorway.

He did a small double-take when he took in her expression. His eyes widened. She was staring straight at him, and had probably been doing so this entire time, he realized. She looked extremely flushed. Her pupils were very widely dilated, and her eyes held a strange heat deep inside them as she stared back at him. She was breathing a little heavily. Her intense, unwavering stare was quite a departure from her usual blushing and sheepish glancing-away. Something was obviously amiss with the girl.

Taking a step closer to her, he had been just about to ask her what was the matter when she intercepted him. Before he knew what happened, Sarah had grabbed his right arm and pulled him, with surprising force, out of the small room. In the same split second, she had whirled him around so that he was flat up against the wall beside the door. He didn't even have time to speak or begin questioning the meaning behind her strange behavior before she had pressed her body flush against his own. His words died in his throat.

Snape stood there for a few moments, perfectly still, and very dazed. What did the girl think she was doing? He had never been pushed around by any of his students. He found that he could barely manage a coherent line of thinking with the girl's warm body pressing against his own. He swallowed hard. The girl didn't move.

Risking a look down at her, he saw that she was staring straight back up at him. Though the corridor was dark, he could still see her intense blushing by the dim light shining out of the storeroom beside them. Her eyes looked much the same as they did when she had wanted him to kiss her; he could see an intense heat in their depths, and he saw as she would glance down at his lips and back up again. Was that what this is about? Did the girl's strange attraction and desire for him have such intensity that she had been driven to forcefully place herself in his reach? He would have to find out. His own pulse quickened, and the corridor suddenly began feeling very hot.

Snape brought his arms up slowly and leaned back into the wall as the girl pressed into him. Hands trembling slightly, he carefully brought them to rest softly on the girl's hips. His black eyes never left hers as he did this, determined to immediately gauge her reaction. He was pleased when she let out a soft sigh and pressed her body against him harder. She was still breathing a little heavily, and he could feel her chest heaving against his own. He tightened his hands on her hips when he realized he could feel her breasts pressed against him. This rewarded him with another soft sigh. The girl seemed extremely responsive, and he was right; Sarah, whose senses now seemed to have intensified hundreds of times over, found even his lightest touch dizzying.

He continued staring down at her. He felt extremely far out of his element. Needless to say, he had never been forcefully pushed up against the wall by a young, attractive female before. There was no logical explanation for this. It seemed entirely too good to be true. He was probably dreaming, he thought. Despite this, he resolved that even if he was dreaming, though he sincerely hoped that he was not, he was not going to let this serendipitous situation go to waste.

Running his right hand up her back and through her long hair, he gently cradled the back of her head and tilted her to a better angle. Inclining his own head down toward her, he captured her mouth.

There was no tentative exploration this time; they immediately began kissing deeply and passionately. Sarah had to slightly raise herself up on tiptoe in order to kiss him more effectively, due to his height advantage. Her senses were overloaded. Every touch from him set her ablaze. She was drunk from his scent. The sound of his breathing made her feel hotter than she ever knew she could be. Bringing her own hands up, she placed them against him. There she felt the same flat, firm chest that she remembered from when this man had first carried her inside the castle. As she stood here, sharing a heated embrace with him, it seemed like an eternity ago.

Snape sighed softly when the girl began caressing his chest. He trailed the fingers of his left hand up and down over her side. She shivered and raised herself up a tiny bit higher, deepening their kiss even more. When his fingers traveled dangerously close to the side of her breast, she gave a small whimper. When Snape drew up for air, they were both panting heavily. He felt extremely hot. Never in his life had such raw desire and heat been directed straight at him. He found his own dormant desire and heat rising to meet it. Taking another firm hold of her hips, he easily switched their positions so that he had her backed up against the wall. Completely engrossed in her, he didn't even register the very faint sounds coming from within the storeroom.

Before she could try to raise herself up and continue kissing him, he dipped his head down so that his nose was very close to her neck. With him having a strong hold on her hips, as well as a significant height and strength advantage, she could do nothing but accept it.

So very close to her, he breathed her in deeply, the same sweet scent that he recalled as something similar to vanilla. She trembled when she felt his extremely hot breath against her. Again feeling out her reaction carefully, he began gently kissing her neck. When she moaned softly into his ear, he knew he had done something right. He continued kissing up and down her neck, sometimes adding his tongue, and then his teeth as well. When he did this, she groped his chest hard. Snape was now just about as overloaded and possessed with sensation as Sarah was.

Even though he had her backed up against the wall, he had maintained a short separation between their lower bodies for obvious reasons. He didn't want to frighten her or push her too far past whatever limit or boundary she might have. As he continued kissing, licking, and biting her neck, she continued groping him back and rewarding him with very soft gasps and moans. Completely overwhelmed, he decided that the girl might be responsive enough to accept the move he was contemplating. The situation was quite heated now, after all. The girl would be foolish not to realize by now that she was arousing him.

He slowly moved his foot so that his toe was against the wall, and the outside of his right foot was resting against the inside of her left. Biting her neck more firmly just below her ear in an attempt to distract her from what he was doing, he applied a gentle force to the inside of her foot, forcing it outward with his own. Her legs parted slightly, and she did not seem to object when she dug her fingers into his chest.

Capturing her lips again in another deep kiss, he slowly pressed his hips into hers. She moaned into his mouth. She could easily feel his heat through her clothing, and feel what she knew must surely be an impressive erection. She doubted she had ever been more hot in her entire life than with this dark, intense man who seemed so cold most of the time. He sure as hell wasn't cold now.

When he felt one of her hands sliding down his chest, he quickly shifted and captured her slim wrist in his large hand; he wasn't going to let her touch him just yet. Even though she had given rise to this heated exchange, he was now the one in charge.

Just for good measure, he took up her other wrist as well, and pinned them both against the wall above her head with his left hand. She gave a small disappointed groan which fast became another moan of pleasure when he resumed lavishing attention on her neck, this time to the other side. All the while, he kept his hips pressed flush against hers. He could dimly feel himself throbbing.

Greatly encouraged by her reactions so far, Snape decided it was time to further test the lengths of her responsiveness. Using his free right hand, he again trailed his fingers up her side, causing her to shudder. This time, instead of stopping when he drew close to the side of her breast, he trailed his fingers over the area. He watched as she moaned and arched her back off of the wall slightly.

This moan had been slightly louder than her previous ones. It jolted Snape back to a tiny bit of reality. In the midst of the heat, he had completely shattered his rule that he would not be caught with her in the middle of a corridor. Glancing around quickly, he took her by the wrists that he was still holding onto with his left hand. He dragged her back into the storeroom. There, he pressed her up against the steep ladder.

Although Sarah had forgotten all about him, Harry just had to quite literally dance around them in order to avoid coming into contact with them in the small, cramped room.

Luckily, only seconds before, he had located his quarry and stowed it in his robes under the cloak. When Snape had dragged Sarah back inside, he had to skillfully dodge them. He only missed them by about an inch or two.

Pressed up against one of the walls of shelves, he now had to let Sarah know that his job was finished and all was clear. He took in the scene before him. Snape had Sarah pressed back against the steeply leaning ladder, her wrists pinned above her head. She had been the one to initiate this, but it certainly appeared as if Snape had turned the tables on her very quickly. They were kissing passionately, and Snape's right hand was lightly caressing the side of her breast. Harry winced.

Opening his eyes only as much as he had to, he began slowly sidling his way along the wall toward the back of the room. Although he would much prefer to be hearing Ginny, he could deal with the sounds that he heard Sarah making, even if he felt guilty for it. It wasn't as if it could be helped in the current predicament he was in. He tried his best, however, to ignore Snape's labored breathing, and the reason for which he surely had Sarah pressed back against the ladder like that.

Reaching the back wall, Harry crouched down and slowly eased his way underneath the ladder. There, through two of the rungs, Sarah's shoulders were easily accessible. He had no choice but to watch as Snape passionately kissed her neck; he would have to take a hold of the opposite shoulder than the one he was over. Moving very slowly, he extended his right hand to Sarah's open shoulder from underneath the cloak.

Snape, who was at her neck, did not see when Sarah's eyes shot open suddenly. He didn't think anything of her startled gasp, assuming that he had been the cause of it. Sarah could now feel another hand on the shoulder opposite of where Snape was. It took her several moments to realize what was going on.

Harry, she thought to herself. The plan. She had been so completely absorbed in her desire that she forgot all about it.

She then felt two firm squeezes.

He's got the potion.

Harry immediately released her shoulder and looked away, not wanting to see any more of Snape's activities than he had to. Moving back up against the side wall, he slowly sidled his way back toward the door. Once he was away from the ladder, he mercifully had more space in which to move. When he reached the door, he quickly exited the room without looking back. Miraculously, he had made a clean getaway.

Back inside, Snape was in the process of even further testing the girl's responsiveness. He just couldn't stop himself; she was like a drug. The more encouraging and arousing responses he got from her, the more he wanted. Capturing her lips again, he lowered his hand. His fingers carefully found their way inside Sarah's robes, and soon she could feel his fingertips pressing against her bare skin. The girl's skin felt extremely hot.

He slowly trailed his fingertips up over the bare skin of her side, and when he reached her breast again, he placed his entire palm over it outside of her bra. His hands were quite large, and her breast was a handful for him. It felt perfect. When he gave it a firm squeeze, she moaned and broke their kiss to bite his bottom lip hard. He groaned softly at her ardor.

Drawing back, he looked into the girl's eyes. There was no doubt in his mind that he could take this much, much further, but he wouldn't exactly feel right taking his student standing up in his private storeroom. He licked his lower lip, tasting that the girl had drawn a bit of blood with her passionate bite. She had even wanted to touch him before, when he'd first let her feel his desire back out in the corridor. For whatever strange reason, this girl wanted him, and wanted him badly. Leaning down to kiss her neck softly a few more times, he gave her breast a final squeeze and then straightened up, removing his hand from inside her robes, and standing.

Sarah whimpered in disappointment. He gave her a wry smirk.

"I believe that is enough...," he cleared his throat, trying to think of what to say, and his voice was thick with desire, "...physical education for you this evening, Miss Garrend. If I recall, there is a potion waiting for you back in my office, if it hasn't overcooked by now."

Sarah sighed and stood up as well, straightening her robes. She still felt extremely hot; the effects of the seeds had not yet worn off, but she could think more clearly now after having given in to its urges. She looked up at Snape, who was still looking down at her, his eyes full of heat.

Still feeling encouraged and slightly dazed from the effects the seeds had on her, she cleared her throat and spoke.

"Will there... be any more 'physical education', Professor?" she purred.

Snape sighed resignedly.

"It appears so," he replied, placing a hand on her shoulder and shepherding her out of the room. Taking his wand out again, he flicked it at the ceiling lantern, which extinguished itself.

Stepping out of the room, he closed the door behind him and carefully reset his wards. Turning back to the girl, he saw that she was still staring at him, her expression laced with desire. She almost looked ready to force him up against the wall again. If he could guarantee that they would not be seen, he would not object.

"Having... relations... in open corridors is unwise, Miss Garrend. Come," he said, motioning for her to follow as he strode off back in the direction of his office.


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Arriving back in the office, Sarah was fortunate to find that her potion had not overcooked while they were gone. For the next hour, she set to work on it again. This time, she took great care to follow Snape's directions to the letter, and to avoid the spines of the strange little seeds. She found it difficult to concentrate at first, but her mind gradually cleared up as their effects diminished. Luckily, there were no more mishaps, and she was successfully able to complete her potion. Aside from destroying her first set of seeds, Snape had told her she did an excellent job.

After bottling a small sample of her work for her to keep as he had promised before, he moved to the office door and opened it for her, standing aside out in the corridor. Apparently it was now unspoken that he would be escorting her back to her room. Blushing, she silently accepted his offer with a small smile and left the office with him.

She remained silent the entire way up to the seventh floor corridor, but she was not adverse to looking at him and meeting his eye. Snape was surprised at this. If tonight's events had managed to do anything, he thought, it would be to make her even more skittish and timid around him. He had been rather aggressive after she practically threw herself at him. Instead, she seemed more acclimated to his presence. Almost comfortable. This was a good sign.

After Sarah paced back and forth in front of the blank stretch of wall in order to make her door appear, Snape opened it for her as he always did. But instead of going inside, she moved right up to him where he stood, getting very close. She was staring at his chest, her small bottle of Amortentia held in her hands in front of her. She cleared her throat softly.

"I don't really think I need to drink any of this," she said softly. She sounded sheepish again. They had made a lot of physical progress over the course of the evening. She now wanted to make some verbal progress as well.

She stared down at the bottle she held for a moment, and then looked up into his eyes. Blushing again, she greatly hoped that he would understand her meaning.

Regarding her, he gave a soft sigh. He did understand her meaning, even though he could barely comprehend how this had all come to pass.

"Nor do I need to," he admitted quietly.

She dropped her gaze back to his chest.

"It smells like you," she whispered. There. She had done it. She had openly admitted to being attracted to him, even though there could not possibly be a shadow of a doubt in his mind by now.

"I know," he replied. He had already admitted that he needn't drink any of the potion in regards to her either. That was quite enough for one night. Perhaps he would tell her later that as he bottled the potion for her, it smelled of her same sweet vanilla scent.

When she did not look up at him again, he placed his left hand under her chin and tilted her head up as he was so used to doing. She was still blushing, and her eyes still held the same heat, but she looked calmer now.

He slowly bent down and placed a light, affectionate kiss on her lips. Moving his hand from her chin, he gently brushed some of her long hair back over her shoulder.

"Goodnight," he told her softly, giving her a small bow. When she quietly returned his goodnight, he turned and left down the darkened corridor.

Sarah stood in her open doorway for quite some time, staring out into the darkness where Snape had disappeared. She was hoping with all of her might that the next time she saw him, he would be the same Snape that had just affectionately bid her goodnight.


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A/N: There you have chapter 12! This chapter was really fun to write. I must admit I was a little steamed up by the end of it! It's hard not to be when dealing with such a sexy man, right?! I really hope you enjoyed it.

In canon, I don't think JKR ever specifically mentioned any of the ingredients used in the Amortentia potion, so I did a little research and found a couple plants which are supposed to have aphrodisiacal qualities. It seems logical that they might be used in a potion like this!

Definitely more to come soon, but as I already explained in the heading before chapter 11, classes have started up for me again and I don't have the unlimited writing time that I had when I was updating every day or every other day.

Never fear! I will continue updating diligently, as I said, and try to put out AT LEAST one new chapter a week, and more if I've got the time. I just don't want you, if you are concerned, to think that I am leaving you hanging! On the contrary, I am almost always thinking about the next step in my story. I just need the time to sit down and write it out!

Again, thank you so much for reading. Leave a review if you would be so kind :) More to come as soon as possible. Stay tuned to The Name in Red!