The Unexspected

Chapter Fourteen

((This chapter is a little shorter then most, sorry. Next update will be better.
To everyone that reviews, you make me very very happy! And to donotmesswithmysnape personally- my name is really Ellen, and I was reading Pride and Prejudice when I made the name. Hahaha. Plus, my two heroines are Josephine Halliwell (yes, charmed, ugh) and Elizabeth Draven, and I love them both and I couldn’t settle on which of their names I wanted to use!))


Snape didn’t know how to give Elizabeth the dignity that had been taken away while she was tied up naked and gawked at, that was the main reason he stayed in the bathroom such a long time.

But he wasn’t doing a very good job in giving her dignity, because he couldn’t get the image of her naked, on his bed, out of his mind. Not only did it make it hard to concentrate on anything but her before this, but now…

And he really needed to think, because the only way he could see out of their current situation is for him to take her virginity. And he was sure that was because the blood was not in his brain at the moment…

He waved his wand and got the sensation of a cold shower and started to think of what would happen if the Dark Lord knew she was a virgin. He would certainly use her for his spell- killing her.

And then the Dark Lord would kill him, for not being an upstanding death eater, and most likely kill him for “being on Dumbledore’s side”.

But, even after the cold shower spell, he still was unable to see another way out of the situation.

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Elizabeth’s hand went up to her cheek and frowned, she got back up out of bed and moved close to the mirror and saw a large welt on her face from where Lucius had hit her with his cane.

It seemed so long ago that her life was simple. So long ago when she had started to date Ron, and a kiss was a lot. This new world felt strange to her, like some weird nightmare she had gotten from watching the muggle TV station lifetime- that she would wake from.

But this wasn’t a nightmare, it was real life. Her life. How could this possibly be real? Ron Weasley trying to rape her, being kidnapped by death eaters, kissing her potion’s professor, needing to somehow avoid the Dark Lord learning that she was a virgin!

How was it that less then a year ago she thought the worse thing in the world was not feeling prepared for her Charms exam? She walked back to the bed and sat down, not wanting to look at herself anymore.

Snape walked back into the room and frowned when he actually looked at her. He realized that it was the first time he had really looked at her since he had rescued her. Her hair was neither the soft curls nor the sleek straight sheet it normally was, it fell limp behind her and had pieces of dirt in it. Her skin was dirty and scratched from sleeping in the cell, even for just the couple of hours she was in there. Her cheek was swelling from a hit she must have gotten prior to him getting there.

“Yeah, I know I look awful,” she said, watching his eyes look over her with concern.

Snape just shook his head and nodded to the bed, “You really should get some sleep Elizabeth,” he was wishing he could heal her cheek, but it would look more authentic the more beet up she was.

“I have to stay here for five days?” she asked him, watching him walk over to the only chair in the room, a nice reading chair.

“We have been over this,” he replied with a sigh, sitting down in the chair.

“There’s only one bed,”

“I realize this, you will sleep in the bed, I’ll sleep in the chair,”

“Your over six feet tall! If anyone should be sleeping in a chair, it should be me. Plus, what is someone walks in, it would look weird for me to be in the bed,”

Snape just shook his head, “No one can come in while I am sleeping,”

Elizabeth just got up out of the bed, ‘No, I am not sleeping in the bed while you, the person that saved me, are in an uncomfortable chair,”

At this, Snape stood up out of the chair quickly, and walked to the bed that Elizabeth was half way out of. He put his hands on her shoulders, his long fingers pressed on the back of her shoulder blade.

“Shhh Elizabeth, lay back down and go to sleep,” pressing her back down into a laying position.

She looked up at him and felt her head hit his pillow again, “there is no way you’ll be able to sleep in that chair,” she wasn’t going to let this go.

“Then I suppose I’ll just sleep on the floor, unless you want me to just get into bed with you,” saying this in a very sarcastic voice, trying to settle the matter by showing how ridiculous the other options were- and how the chair was the only place to sleep.

This made Snape’s surprise great when Elizabeth scooted over to the other end of the bed, “Go ahead and lay down then,”

He frowned down at her, wanting to scream that he had been being sarcastic, and that she had known him for six years and should know when he was being serious and not. But he realized that in class and detention, he was always serious.

“Look, this might be weird. Sleeping in the same bed as me- but if that any less weird then bidding on one of your students from the Dark Lord to be your sex slave? What kind of story will that make with other teachers?”

Snape grumbled and slipped his shoes off and got into the bed, sleeping on the edge of the bed. He smiled to himself when he thought of what his twenty year old death eater self would think of how he was now. Sleeping next to one of the most beautiful girls, who was eighteen, and a virgin--- and scooting himself as far away from her as possible, he wouldn’t have believed it.

Elizabeth watched him as he got into the bed with her, so many thoughts running threw her head. She had realized in her 5th year that she preferred sharing beds with people. She used to sneak into Fred, George, or Lee’s bed in night- whichever one didn’t have a girlfriend at that point- and just cuddle with them. During her 6th year she was dating an old family friend (he had lived down the street, and they were friends before they knew the other one was magical) Daniel, who was in Ravenclaw. So she spent most of her nights in his room. Though they realized half way threw the year that they were friends, who liked to cuddle and make-out. So they decided to keep it like that. But he had graduated and gone to the US for the summer, and she had gone to the Burrow.

And now she was in a bed with Professor Severus Snape, with an urge to cuddle up next to him. The pure feeling of safeness, having someone warn next to you pull you close to them, a strong arm around you. Then again, Elizabeth doubted that her potions teacher was the cuddling type. Especially with a silly schoolgirl who had gotten herself captured.

She shook her head when the thought of how he must detest sharing courtiers with her. Elizabeth started to feel bad about it when she remembered, as a Gryffindor, she was supposed to hate this man! He was prejudiced against her entire house on principal. He was the worst teacher in history, besides Professor Umbridge of course.

Elizabeth then realized she needed to stop thinking or she was never going to fall asleep, she groaned and shifted, trying to fall asleep.

Snape turned on his side and raised an eyebrow, “Anything the matter?”

Elizabeth sighed and turned to look at him, “Expect for being trapped in Voldemort’s castle with no way out, and trying to get out on Friday without you know… death……. No nothings wrong,”

Snape frowned as he looked at her, “I see you have that snippy little mouth back you ungrateful spoiled brat,”

“I am not spoiled! I am scared! I’m scared and I can’t sleep because I can’t stop thinking, and I am feeling really lost and alone! And yes, I am throwing a pity party because I’m spoiled but I can’t help---“

Snape, without thinking had wrapped a comforting arm around her and pulled her close to him, “It’s time for me to cut you off. And for you to get some rest, just know that I’ll not let any harm come to you, I’ll think of something. We shall talk about everything tomorrow,” he said softly, his voice like silk.

Elizabeth smiled and closed her eyes, moving herself a little closer to him and fell asleep rather quickly, trusting him completely.