The Lost Potter

Chapter 13: Confessions

Harry and Isabelle continued scrubbing and scrubbing at the floor. Their arms ached and their backs hurt. Isabelle wasn’t really thinking of what she was doing her mind was more on Snape and why he wouldn’t tell her how he felt.

“I could kill that slime ball.” Harry growled. Isabelle ignored him. “I’ve been scrubbing this spot for the last 10 minutes and it hasn’t come out yet.” Isabelle still ignored him. Harry stopped scrubbing and looked at Isabelle as she calmly scrubbed at the floor. “Isabelle?”

“Yes.” Isabelle whispered absentmindedly.

“Did you even hear what I said?” Harry asked?

“No sorry Harry I didn’t. Say it again.” Isabelle stopped scrubbing and looked up at Harry.

“I said I could kill Snape and that I’ve been scrubbing at this spot for the last 10 minutes.” Harry complained.

“Well for one thing Snape’s just doing his job and maybe that spot is actually a stain.” Isabelle replied.

“What?” Harry looked confused. “You’re alright with this detention?”

“Yes. It doesn’t really bother me. I think its fair that he made us do this alone then him being here and us being under strain.”

“Are you standing up for him?” Harry was outraged.

“Oh… no.” Isabelle shook her head.

“Yes you are. Why are you covering up for that Greasy git?” Harry stood up and threw down the brush.

“I’m not Harry.” Isabelle stood up to.

“Then why are you saying that this is fair?”

“Because it is?” Isabelle furrowed her brows in conferment.

“Oh bullocks Isabelle. What is there huh?” Harry looked angry. “No one would stuck up for that git. You know he’s nothing. Everyone knows he’s nothing.”

“HE’S NOT NOTHING!” Isabelle screamed. Harry stared at her. Isabelle just realised what she had done.

“Why not Isabelle?” Harry asked softly.

“Because I love him.” She muttered.

“BECAUSE WHAT?” Harry shouted.

“I LOVE HIM OK!” Isabelle screamed, a tear falling from her eye.

“WHAT?” Harry was stunned. He felt his body become stiff, his breath slow and ragged. “How could you love him? How could ANYONE love him?”

“He’s not as bad as you think Harry.” Isabelle looked away.

“Yes It is! I can’t believe YOU out of all the people like Snape.” Harry was breathless. “I can’t believe it. It’s just so wrong. He’ll mess you about you know?”

“No he won’t.” Isabelle defended. Actually he might.

“YES HE WILL!” Harry shouted. “Do you think he loves you back? Severus Snape loves no one.” Isabelle was silent. “Am I right?”

“No!”

“Tell me what have you done with him so far?” Harry felt disgusted.

“None of your business.”

“YOU’VE SLEPT WITH HIM?!” Harry was outraged beyond belief. “Bloody hell. What are you Isabelle? Some thick slapper?” Isabelle grabbed the bucket of watery soap and chucked it at Harry.

“HOW DARE YOU!” Isabelle screamed at the top of her lungs. “You out of all people I thought would have understood. But no I was wrong.” Harry stood there covered in soapy water, his face red as it could get. “I wouldn’t care who you were with just as long as you are happy. All I would have cared about was if you were happy. I see that all you care about is yourself.” Isabelle walked over to the door taking out her wand.

“I do care about you that’s why I don’t want you with him. He’ll hurt you!”

“No he won’t.” Isabelle unlocked the door.

“I’ll kill him I will. Better yet I’ll turn him in.”

“You wouldn’t DARE!” Isabelle opened the door. “If you do Harry I’ll hate you forever.”

“I’ll do what I want.” Harry spat. “You’re sick.”

“Harry I don’t care what you say. You’ll change nothing! And I’m not sick.”

“You are SICK! Stupid and Sick.” Harry shouted. Isabelle left the door and walked up to him.

“No IM NOT!” Isabelle raised her hand and slapped Harry hard, so hard her hand tingled and his face had a hand print. “Fuck you.” Isabelle walked back over to the door, tears forming in her eyes.

“Where are you going?” Harry asked angrily, as he held his cheek.

“Away from you.”

“Don’t go back to him!” Harry pleaded.

“I’ll do what I like.” Isabelle took a step out of the room. Harry ran up to her and grabbed her arm.

“Please Isa don’t.”

“If I can’t stop my self from seeing him what will make you stop me.” Isabelle pulled her arm away and left the class room slamming the door behind her. She felt stupid for letting everything out. She wasn’t supposed to tell anyone. She wish she never said a word. Her heart pounded so fast it almost felt as though it would pop out of her chest. What if Harry let it slip? What if he told everyone else? What had she gotten herself in to?

She walked down the corridor towards Snape’s office. She needed to talk to him, she needed to clear a few things up. She couldn’t tell him that she told Harry. And he’ll get angry at her for not being in detention but she didn’t want to go back to Harry. Not after what he had said to her. She didn’t know what to do.

Isabelle felt like letting out all her tears but she couldn’t. Something was holding them back. She walked up to Snape’s office door. “Severus?” She asked as she knocked. The door opened and there stood Dumbledore. Isabelle froze.

“Hello Miss Levine.” Dumbledore smiled. Isabelle could see Snape over Dumbledore’s shoulder peering at her. “You may speak to Professor Snape now. I have finished.” Dumbledore chose to ignore Isabelle calling Snape by his first name.

“Um… um… thank you professor.” Isabelle mumbled.

“Good bye Severus.” Dumbledore left the office. Isabelle still stood by the door frame.

“Why are you here? You should be scrubbing the floors!” Snape walked over to the door and pulled Isabelle in closing the door behind her and locking it.

“So…. Sorry. I had to talk to you I guess.”

“What is there to talk about?” Snape asked.

“Us?” Isabelle whispered.

“What about ‘us’?” Snape asked softly.

“Are we still ok?” Isabelle hoped that they were still something.

“I like to think we are.” Severus raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

“Aren’t you scared?”

“Of what exactly?”

“Being caught? Us getting out? Aren’t you worried about loosing your job?”

“Isabelle I know what might happen if we turn bad. But I’ll take it when it comes.”

“But I don’t want you to loose your job or anything over me.” Isabelle walked over to the black couch and sat down.

“I won’t loose anything.” Severus murmured. ‘I don’t ever want to loose you. That’s all I’m worried about.’

“But how can you be sure I mean we can’t control everything that happens.”

“Isabelle I’ll think about it when that time comes ok? There is no use wasting time thinking about it now.” Snape walked closer to her.

“Are you sure that we are ok though?” Isabelle asked once more.

“I am sure we are fine unless there is something you want to say.” Snape crossed his arms.

“Of course not. You know what I want.”

“Then there is nothing wrong.” Snape cupped Isabelle’s chin in his hand.

“Good.” Isabelle smiled. Snape pulled Isabelle off of the chair and slowly pushed her towards his bed room door.

“Where is Potter?” Snape asked.

“Cleaning I guess.” Isabelle pushed opened the door and walked in.

“Good.” Snape closed the door and locked it. Isabelle turned around and looked up at Snape. She fell to her knees and began to undo Snape’s pants. She could feel him growing as she fiddled around with his pants. Isabelle thought about what she had asked earlier today.

‘Do you love me?’
‘I don’t know.’

She wondered when would be the right time to ask again. Now or later? Deprive him of sex or give it to him once more and then see what happens. She hated the thought of him only wanting her for one thing but she knew… she felt it wasn’t like that. It was different there was something there something making her keep going back to him and him always wanting more of her.

Isabelle brought down Snape’s pants and grabbed on to his silk briefs. Snape looked down with a smirk on his face. He loved this he really did. Isabelle looked up at him and slowly pulled down his briefs. She thought about Harry. Should she tell Snape what she had done or just leave it till it got serious? She decided to block everything out of her mind for now. All she wanted to do was concentrate on being here with Snape.

Snape’s member fell free of its restraints. Isabelle looked at it her hand sliding up his leg and grabbing the hard piece of meat that she wanted so bad. She began to slowly stroke him and watch him as he slightly tilted his head back. Isabelle leaned in closer and entered the tip in to her mouth. She slowly sucked on it as her hand worked on the length.

Snape’s mind rushed with thoughts. It clearly showed that they were alright but he felt like a right fool for not telling Isabelle how he had felt about her. But he couldn’t do that. It just wouldn’t be himself. He felt Isabelle’s warm mouth working on him, up and down up and down. Oh did he love this. “Isabelle…” He whispered.

“What?” Isabelle pulled away from him.

“Stop.” Snape pulled Isabelle up reluctantly.

“Why?” Isabelle looked confused. “Something wrong?”

“Oh no… nothing at all.” Snape began to undress Isabelle, pulling off her cloak and blouse. Isabelle did the same back to him. Snape slid a hand down Isabelle’s side down to just under her skirt, slowly pulling the skirt up as he went back up her thigh. Isabelle shivered at his cool touch. He reached into her damp panties and felt her moistened folds.

“Mmm…” Isabelle moaned. Snape turned her around and pushed her up against the wall. He pulled down her panties and took off her skirt. Isabelle breathed softly awaiting Snape to enter her. “Now Sev… Please” Isabelle pleaded. Snape grinned. He held her up against the wall and wrapped her legs around him. Isabelle eagerly slid herself on to Snape’s hard erection.

Snape cupped one breast as he thrust in and out of Isabelle. Her Mouth parted as she moaned softly. He could hear her whisper ‘Sev’ under her breath. Isabelle’s arms rested around Snape’s neck as she moved with him to get as much of him in as she could. Isabelle’s eyes fluttered open and closed. She wished that her relationship with Snape was different, one that was open with no problems, nothing making them hide.

Snape began thrusting harder. Isabelle’s back continuously going up and down the wall the cold stones now turning warm. Snape’s erection began to pulse as he felt Isabelle tighten her grip even more. He trusted as hard as he could making Isabelle let out louder moans of pleasure. “Yes Sev, cum in me.” Isabelle moaned, her pleasure getting the better of her. With that Severus did one last hard thrust and let his load go inside of her, Isabelle following him gripping at his arms.

Snape held Isabelle close, still inside of her. He walked carrying her over to the bed where he laid her down. Isabelle had decided to leave her questioning mind to another time, right now she was having too good a time.

*****

Isabelle looked around the dark cold room that she was sleeping in. It was very early in the morning and she turned over to see Snape sleeping. She thought it would be best to leave now before she woke him up and before someone caught her here later. She slowly slid the sheets off of her naked body and began to pick up all of her clothes.

She put on her skirt and shirt leaving everything else off so she could carry it up to her room, she didn’t want to make to much noise so she wouldn’t wake up Snape. She walked over to the door and turned the knob. A click sounded and she heard Snape stir.

“Isabelle?” Snape mumbled.

“Yes.” Isabelle whispered.

“What are you doing?”

“Going back to my dorm before anyone starts asking where I was all night.” Isabelle walked over to him. “I’ll see you later.” She kissed his cheek and walked back over to the door.

“Hmm… alright.” Snape turned around and fell asleep. Isabelle opened the door and walked out, straight through the office and out of the door. She closed the door behind her and began to walk through the hallways quietly but quickly, not wanting to be caught by anyone, or anything.

Isabelle tried to fold her clothes and fix up her hair as she neared the Gryffindor common room. She walked up to the portrait of the fat lady and looked at her sleeping on a little stool.

“Ahem?” Isabelle tried to get the fat ladies attention.

“OH!” The fat lady jumped up quickly. “My my my, you are up very early my dear. What have you been doing?”

“None of your business.” Isabelle retorted.

“No need to be snappy.” The fat lady sounded rude. “Password?”

“Butter cum… oops. Butter Cup sorry.” Isabelle laughed at her absentminded mistake. The portrait opened up and Isabelle walked through and into the common room. She looked around and saw Harry asleep on a couch covered by a blanket. Isabelle quietly crossed the room keeping her eye on Harry incase he moved. All of a sudden she felt something hit her shin and she let out a yelp.

“What? Who?” Harry Shot up. Isabelle tried to make a run for the stair case so she wouldn’t have to confront Harry.

“ISABELLE!” Harry shouted trying to stop her from proceeding to her room. Isabelle back off of the first step and turned to look at Harry.

“Yes?”

“Where have you been?” Harry asked.

“None of your business Harry.” Isabelle turned around to continue walking to her room.

“Hey! Wait.” Harry ran up to her.

“Harry I’m not going to fight with you again ok. You aren’t going to make me change my mind.” Isabelle sighed.

“Alright I won’t fight with you.” Harry walked in front of her blocking her from walking up to her dorm room. “I’m sorry about how I acted. I just couldn’t believe someone like you would like… him out of all people. And he’s so much older.”

“Everyone’s different Harry.”

“Ok… Why him?”

“Because I wanted him.”

“Oh come on Isabelle! You know there are lots of better guys out there. You’re really good looking he’s not good enough for you.” Harry stressed.

“Harry please.” Isabelle rolled her eyes. “I don’t like other guys ok. I only like him.”

“WELL START LIKING OTHER GUYS!” Harry shouted in anger. No friend of his was going to date a man that was a lot older and the meanest guy he knew after Voldemort and Lucius.

“Oh get fucked Harry.” Isabelle turned around and walked up her staircase.

“DON’T WALK AWAY FROM ME!” Harry ran after her and grabbed her arm with a tight grip.

“Get off me Harry! You have no right to tell me what to do.” Isabelle pulled her arm away from him harshly. “Don’t you ever come near me again. And don’t tell anyone about me and Snape or I’ll be the one killing you not Voldemort.” Isabelle ran up the remainder of the steps and ran in to her room. She closed the door behind her trying not to wake up Hermione this time since it didn’t work the last two. There was a long while till it was morning so Isabelle slipped into her bed and fell asleep. Everything that had been happening in the last 24 hours was making her tired.

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Harry still stood on the staircase. What had he done? He’s just wrecked another relationship. That was the last thing he wanted to do. But she and Snape? It was so disgusting. He couldn’t get the thought of Isabelle being with him and what they do. He was sure that they would just be sitting around talking about potions and Voldemort. Oh no and that’s what disturbed him the most.

Harry walked down the staircase. He couldn’t be bothered sleeping again. He sat down on the couch and thought about what to do about Isabelle. He wasn’t going to apologize to her and he certainly wasn’t going to talk to her at all.