Shadows In The Rain

Harry made his way to the Gryffidor common room after his meeting with Dumbledore.
Ron and Hermione were anxiously awaiting his return and began pummeling him questions
as he stepped through the portrait hole. Quickly, they secreted themselves in the corner and
he related all of this afternoons ev. Dr. Draco forcing himself on Angelina, Snape\'s lightning
rod dispensing of justice and Angelina\'s revelations about her past and the roles of Snape
and Malfoy.
\"Blimey Harry, she\'s had a life similar to yours.\" Ron gasped as Harry finished his story.
\"Yes and she has the same tenacity that you have, Harry. I think we should help her
with Draco and try to ease her loneliness too. Can you imagine Harry, if we had never been
your friends? You say she never told anyone that her memories were not erased. Imagine
that burden and no one to talk to.\" Hermione shook her head and tried to hide the slow
trickle of tears down her face.
\"I can\'t imagine how despairing I would have been without the two of you. I agree with
you Hermione.\"
After he uttered those words, there was a loud stomach rumbling coming from his right
side. Harry and Hermione looked accusingly at Ron and burnst out laughing. They decided
to head for the Great Hall for dinner.
Angelina left the dungeons shortly before dinner and made her way to the dorm room
she shared with three other girls. She had never been able to form a deep friendship with
any of the girls in her house. Angelina was simply not that interested in the latest hairstyle,
boy band or which male Slytherin was great in bed. She was interested in maintaining her
high marks, it instilled in her a great amount of pride. In the Slytherin Common room,
she was known as \'teachers pet.\' She was always willing to help any of the professors
with side projects to keep herself busy. Angelina also helped in the library every other
evening. Her acute desolation only crept in when she was not occupied with a task, thus
she kept herself overly busy. As she washed her face and put on clean robes for dinner,
she was fervently hoping to avoid Draco tonight. How many times did she have to say
no before he would take her seriously? This line of thought led her to Professor Snape.
She would eventually have to admit to herself that her feelings for him were growing.
Nothing had ever happened between them but she could not keep him out of her head.
At the sound of his voice she became weak at the knees and all she wanted to do was
close her eyes and feel his breath caress her skin as he said - anything. It did not
matter what words, just as long as they come out of his mouth in that sericeous voice.
\'That\'s enough of that for now\' - she told herself as she went to the Great Hall for
dinner.
Luckily, Malfoy was not in attendance, so she would not have to face his wrath yet.
Angelina knew she would pay for his trouble making, eventually. Draco was too persis-
tent and vindictive to let it go. Pushing these thoughts to the utmost back of her mind
- she glanced at the Gryffidor table. She was startled when she realized that Harry,
Hermione and Ron were looking at her at the same time - they all smiled and waved
before finishing their dinner. As she was leaving, Angelina made her way to the staff
table to speak with Headmaster Dumbledore.
\"Good evening, Miss Moonstar. I trust you are feeling better this evening?\" His
eyes twinkled at her as he spoke.
\"Yes Headmaster, I\'m feeling fine. I just wanted to know if it would be alright if
I spent the weekend in my private rooms? I have several papers I need to concentrate
on and\" she looked up hesitantly \"I\'d like some time alone if that\'s alright?\"
\"Are you sure you want to be alone right now my dear? I have spoken with Mr.
Malfoy and have owled his parents. He will not step out of line again.\"
\"I appreciate that sir, but yes I\'d still like a little time on my own.\"
\"Very well, your stay can begin Friday evening. You must be back in your dorm
room by Sunday evening. Angelina, you know you can always come to me, Minerva,
or Severus if you need to talk.\"
\"Yes sir. Thank you. I have to get to the library now.\" She turned and left for
her shelving duties.
Thankfully, the rest of her evening was uneventful. She hummed all the way back
to the dorm room with happy thoughts of the weekend.
Finally Friday evening arrived and Angelina decided to have dinner in her rooms.
After dismantling the wards, she entered through a large stained glass door. Not the
most sensible type of door, but unfortunately (or fortunately) the Headmaster had
allowed Angelina to redecorate over the summer. She loved the door, the colors
reflected a rainbow of lights back into the dusky room from the high windows located
inside. Scattered across the cold stone floors were several large area rugs. The walls
were now an antique gold with prints from Miro, Kandinsky and Franz. The furniture
was the only thing she left the same - black leather sofa and chairs, dark mahogany
desk and bookcases. Smiling, she set her books down on the desk and sent her
dinner request down to the kitchens. Stretching lazily Angelina headed to the bath
to enjoy a long hot soak. This was a luxury she missed being in the dorms. Lighting
several candles around the tub, she filled it with hot water and added her favorite
scent - chamomile.
Lounging in the tub, she let her mind wander, not over any of the unpleasant
events of the past week. Angelina always used this time to daydream, to let her
mind stray into her fantasies.
Angelina could feel his hot breath on the back of her neck. He lowered his
mouth to the juncture where her neck and shoulder met - lightly kissing, sucking
and nipping. She could feel his hair tickling her skin as he continued his gentle
caresses. His attentions were sending shivers of pleasure down Angelina\'s spine,
her breathing becobecoming uneven. He spun her around and took possession
of her mouth, running his tongue over her lips until she parted hers to allow
his tongue entry. She responded with hers and their tongues dueled for domination.
He walked her slowly backwards to his desk, moving his hands down her back -
SNAP! - POP!!
\"Miss Angelina. I\'ve brought your dinner, I\'ll leave it on the coffee table.\"
A female house elf whose voice she didn\'t recognize called out.
\"Thank you.\" Angelina answered back.
\'Severus, I guess we\'ll have to continue this later\' she thought to herself
as she climbed out of the tub.