Owned

Finally reaching the door to the classroom she grabbed the cold doorknob and twisted it. As the door slowly opened she suddenly felt chilled and scared. Should she have knocked? Would he be crossed with her? As the door opened more and she caught a glimpse of the empty benches and tables she started hyperventilating. Of course he would be crossed; you only enter a room if you’ve knocked. The door was now completely open and she looked at the empty teacher’s desk. He wasn’t there.
Feeling how the blood raced to her head after having stopped for several seconds she had to blink her eyes several times to get the black spots out of her vision. Her hand was on the doorframe, cold as and and not willing to move. She had to… right? A sudden need to turn around and run for her dormitory filled her. She could just run, he would never find her and she would tell the Headmaster, she had proof – the parchment. It would be enough proof.

“Amanda…”

The cold and slick voice was heard right behind her, Amanda jumped and spun around only to be faced with reality. Yes, her Potion Master was standing right behind her with a puzzled look in his eyes.

“Thinking about running?”

His voice was awfully calm, and the smile. Her mind was racing back to a class in middle school, something about the tigers of India. Her teacher, old Mrs. Changly, had told them about how the tiger smiled just before it attacked it’s prey. Right now the only word that could describe Amanda’s feeling was: Prey.
The professor placed a hand on her shoulder and gently pushed her into the classroom, she wasn’t able to tear her eyes away from his face. It was so calm, he had the glow of a saved man. Amanda felt how her legs were shaking, causing her difficulty walking which resulted in her almost tripping down the stairs. Looking down at her feet, to watch where she was going, she felt the hand on her shoulder tighten the grip and she remembered. “You will never look me in the eye unless you’re told to”

-Shit-

Starting to turn her head, to look at him again, the hand on her shoulder gave her a sharp and powerful push, sending her to the floor, face first. Placing her hands in front of her, to shield her, she landed hard on the floor, the blow knocking the air from her lungs. Gasping to breath she watched as a pair of black shoes and a black robe swished past her. Coughing lightly she heard the door close and the lock locking.

“Amanda”

Still calm

“Get up!”

Struggling she fought her way to her hands and knees, still gasping to breath. On her knees she almost buckled over again because of the sharp pain that shot through her chest. Wheezing she had to fight back the tears but the sound of the professor clearing his throat sent her to her feet straight away.

-Don’t look him in his eyes-

She nervously bit her lip while looking at a crack in the stone floor; she heard footsteps closing up on her. Trying her best to stay calm she felt her entire body shaking.

“I take it you’ve read the parchment but if you’d read it the three times I told you to, avoiding eye contact would be on the top of your list.”

Biting her lip harder she clutched her ribs harder, the pain was killing her.

“I can’t say I’m not disappointed in you, that was a simple order and you didn’t follow it”

He walked behind her

“And the fact that you were late…”

He stopped

“… is quite unforgivable”

Feeling him standing closely behind her, she held her breath and pinched her eyes closed. Would he push her again?
Suddenly her hair was grabbed from behind and her head was pulled back, the voice, now hissing, was so close she could feel his breath in her ear.

“Are you listing at all?”

Trying not to cry out loud, silent sobs were stuck in her throat. Not quite sure if answering him by just nodding would be satisfying, she opened her mouth but nothing was heard, nothing but the sobs escaping.
As the Potion Master released her hair, she dropped to her knees, an arm still wrapped around her ribs and the other hand trying to cover her face as tears started to fall and a struggle of sobs and gasping was heard.

Severus Snape walked around the crying girl on the floor. Was it that easy? She was the sister of the mighty Oliver and she gave up like that? His lip curled in a smirk and he had to suppress a snicker.

“Get up!”

She gibbed and it actually didn’t take long before she was on her feet again, still struggling to breath. Licking his lips, the Potion Master walked closer, standing in front of her he was rather pleased by the fact that her look was fasten on the floor. Moving a hand to her hair, his fingers were slightly trembling with excitement over his rapid victory, catching a stray of the brown hair between his fingers.

“Close your eyes and look straight ahead”

Seconds later he was face with a tear streaked face, eyes closed revealing thick dark eyelashes. Her skin was quite pale, only coloured by the freckles over her nose and the top of her cheeks. The nose was not small and cute but a normal look, a bit crocket so it looked slightly roman. He always thought Oliver had broken his nose at some point but apparently it was a family thing. Moving down over her face he noticed her lips, full and nicely shaped. No wonder she had such a lovely smile, whenever you saw it – that was something she seemed to only give her closest friends.
Gently placing a hand on her cheek he saw her shudder but ignored it. Running his thumb over her lips he smiled as they were as soft as he has thought they would be.

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First of all: Thank you thank you thank you all for the nice reviews – mesa all touched. *smiles*

Autor\'s note: I wanted to use a Harry Potter character, one who was already described in the books. I\'m very fond of Hermione and wanted to write about her but she didn\'t fit the profile of the character I needed. (I need to be able to relate to the character to understand them) Hermione is too strong and her wit would be a problem, so I made up Amanda who is Oliver\'s sister, a couple of years younger and a Huffelpuff, I based her a bit on me to be able to relate to her. As we all know Oliver is strong and obsessed with Quidditch and to match that I made Amanda the anti-sport type. She can hardly ride a broomstick and is afraid of the Quaffels and Bludgers. She is my baby, my creation and I love putting her through every kind of trouble I can think of. This is one of them… *snickers coldly*