An Adventure can be so much more...

Story: What happens when Angel and Snape are trapped in a room and Muggles walk in? Or when she blows up her cauldron and demolishes the class... Will they find love?
A/n: I do not own Severus Snape, he belongs to the magical world off Harry Potter created by JK Rowling *snifs* Angel Dean is fully mine how ever :)
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Chapter Three

She quickly brushed her hair and put it in a tail before running past Snape and burring herself in her closet.

He laughed as he saw her run around and pluck out several outfits, examining them before throwing them on her bed to be forgotten.

After finally managing to find something suitable for the day she walked into the bathroom too busy in thought to realize he was following her, and jumped when he sneaked his arms around her waist. She made slight goo-goo eyes when he nuzzled the back off her neck.

“That’s nice”

“Hmm” he muttered as he kissed a bit lower bending his head slightly so that his tongue now traced the snake on her collar bone.

She felt her knees buckle and grabbed his arm to keep herself steady, then heaving a big sigh she managed to pursue him to stop because his lesson was about to start and she had no even eaten a thing yet.

He muttered a spell and the clothes she picked out slipped over her body as the old removed it self and ended up in a pile on the floor. Then he gathered her up in his arms and walked over to the fireplace grabbing a bit off floo power and flooing to his private quarters. “I always have a meal in my room” he smiled when she eyed him slightly and then looked around the room.

It was dark and the only light came from the fire and the candles… she looked around her and walked to the windows when she finally found them. “Can I open them” she asked uncertain, it looked like they had been closed for quite a while never letting the day light seep into his room.

“Of course” he smiled as he let her wonder around his room, true they were only in the study but still you could see not many woman had even been here.

Gently she prodded open the dark curtains and smiled when the fresh light off the sun bathed the room in a yellow glow. She notissed now that the room was filled with books and potion ingredients, it seemed so dark because his furniture was made off dark wood and dark wooly rugs. She traced her finger over several off the books and awed when she saw a large muggle painting showing a large family, all had black hair and penetrating eyes except for one woman. Her bright blue eyes looked sad and her blond hair was a mess, the man standing next to her was holding her arm tightly and a small boy with black hair and the same sad eyes stood in front off them. His dark eyes seemed to reach out hoping some one would understand and help them.

Shivering Angel traced her hand over the boy’s outer lines and wondered what had happened to make him so sad, but everything about this picture seemed so familiar. A desperate mother and a father having hold over them, even though for her it had been the other way around she still realized the boy must have been beaten severely like her.

“That is my family” she heard Snape whisper and she turned around seeing the same expression the boy had…

“And the boy is you?” she asked sadly

He simply nodded and averted his eyes, how could she love a man who let himself be beaten even when he was old enough to stop it.

“I am sorry” she whispered, she did not know how to handle this. She always thought she was the only one who was beaten. How could a strong man like Snape be beaten…? How could anyone beat him? She never learned to talk about her own memories and now found it even harder to talk about someone else’s…

“Don’t be” he snapped, he was right she was disgusted by it… by the mere thought off a grown man beaten by his father…

“No don’t” Angel stammered “don’t think I am sorry because I am disgusted… I am not… I just don’t know how to react”

“Then don’t” he was loosing patience quickly, how could he have been so stupid as to let her in his life…

“No” she muttered “you don’t know the reason so don’t you bloody judge me”

“How dare you” he raged… it was not the fact she had spoken up to him… it was the fact she did it so softly as if she was scared beyond reason.

Angel cowered back and tumbled over a chair whispering curses at herself, her shirt had crept over her belly, now revealing the bare skin on her torso… Scars were visible all over her back and even her belly. He realized at once that these marks were not made by her, but by some one beating her. No wonder she spoke up in barely a whisper… how she cowered back when he raised his voice. No wonder she was scared to death at the moment… not because off him but because off what he could do. Because off what had happened to the both off them.

He crouched next to her and gathered her up in his arms “I am sorry”.

“Don’t be” she sighed “just understand I was not disgusted, I just I don’t know how to talk about that”

“Me neither” he nodded “I understand now… your father…”

“Was the sweetest man alive” she broke off his sentence “My mother did this… killed my father and my sister”

He felt her tears seep into his undershirt but he did not care, she in many ways had undergone the same as he… how could a father beat his son? How could a mother beat her daughter? Holding her to him tightly he sat down on the floor and entwined his hands in her hair as she buried her face in his chest.

A soft knock on the door sounded and a small house elf scurried in informing Snape that the lessons had started, he nodded curtly and helped Angel up. “We need to get through this day”

“I will be fine” she smiled whipping away her tears “I have been hiding this for 27 years… I can get through one more day”

He nodded brushing away a left over tear and then smiled… “Come sit in the front off the class”

“I was planning on doing so, Professor” She smirked playfully as she walked out off his room and quickly made her way into the class room.

“Angel are you alright” Hermione asked surprised when she saw Angel’s heated face…

“Yeah I am fine, just a bit late… Isn’t Professor Snape in yet?”

“No… we just send a house elf to fetch him”

“Really” Angel said trying to sound surprised.

“Yep” Hermione nodded when the door flung open and Snape walked in… “He doesn’t seem happy does he?”

“Not really” Angel nodded when she quickly sat down at the front table and grabbed her books.

“Well, well” Snape sneered “so I was not quick enough for you… well we will see. You have exactly one hour to make the potion as it is written on the board.”

At this even Angel’s eyes widened and she send out silent curses along with the rest off the class, the potion on the board would take at least two hours to make and now they had one hour to do so… It was impossible even for Snape. Grumbling she pulled out her ladle and cauldron and walked to the storage cupboard in hope she could find a silver wing. Picking it carefully out off its container she walked back to her seat and started to work on her potion. Her hands carefully slicing the ingredients and her tongue sticking out in concentration, she felt his eyes on her and yet she had no time to look up. He made her do an impossible task; well he was going to pay for it. She smiled widely at the thought and scratched her head when she added the silver wing. Her cauldron bubbled dangerously but finally settled back and let out a loud hiss.

She peered around her seeing her classmates all wrapped up in concentration, sweat drops dribbled down her face and the moment she looked back one tiny drop fell into her cauldron. Her eyes widened and she looked at Snape in horror “Oh crap”.

He looked up from his work the moment he felt her eyes on him, something was wrong he just knew it. Her muttered cruse proved it all and he saw her run out off her seat and jump behind his desk the moment her cauldron started hissing dangerously.

Peeking over it she saw the confused faces off her class mates and started screaming “Take cover you morons”

They all jumped up and ducked behind their desks in the hope nothing bad happened, Snape had slipped off his seat and wrapped his arms around Angel while she rolled up in a ball and covered her ears. Soon after, her cauldron exploded leaving black scorch marks all around the class room, several desks had simply melted away but luckily no one got seriously hurt.

She heard Hermione mutter in rage and peeked over Snape’s desk once more gasping when she saw the actually damage to the room “Oh Goodness”

Snape who finally realized something was truly going on did the same and started cursing immediately “Dean, what the hell did you do?”

“Well… I… a drop off sweat fell into my cauldron… It’s your fault not mine”

“What” he bellowed “my fault?” both off them were still sitting behind his desk and every now and then their hands shot above the upstanding curve as they threw them up in frustration.

The class had slowly started to pick each other up from the ground and Hermione was feverishly trying to clean her desk when Angel finally stood up fully. Her hands were on her sides and she was giving Snape glances that send shivers throughout the class.

“Yes it was your fault; you made us make a bloody potion in one hour you can’t even complete that quickly”

“Meaning” he growled low as he now stood up too, his hair a mess from when the cauldron exploded and Angel wrapped herself around him trying to get to safety.

“Meaning I made a mistake because I had to hurry… hell I did not even make a mistake because I let the drop off sweat fall in by accident now did I”

He eyed her dangerously and then looked into the class, seeing the mess and distressed faces off his students “oh look at what you did to my class” he muttered as he pointed to the obvious destruction.

“Yeah well, you fix it, it was your damn fault” Angel said stubbornly as she peered into the class herself and gasped again… “Wow I never knew that potion could cause so much distress”

His eyes widened slightly as he advanced on her “OUT… OUT everybody out…” he snapped as he grabbed her wrist and dragged her into his office.

The class ran out head over heals wondering what would happen to Angel as she struggled to pry herself from his iron grip.

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Authors Note: OMG I totally love his room :P I know there will be no painting off his family most likely but still… Lifts a little bit off his background :) And blowing up the cauldron… Well I just could not resist *sticks out tongue*