so, i\'m a spy

Winsome, had begun to avoid the other teachers, she lost track of that god awful bake sale she was supossedly to advise, and just sent the house elves to bring her food. For two weeks now all she did was sit at her desk, with her hands folded, staring deeply off into the dark abyss, of her mind. She retraced the memories of her childhood, spent at the German school, her English mother and barading german father. This school was affecting her in a daft negetive way. All of the things she learned to supress were coming out. The evil she had learned to control was now resurfacing. Her job was to clean the school, of the evil inside. Yet she knew it was creating one in her. Her family history was one to hide, yet one that grew and was nurtured by the students of this school, those who are bad and those who are good.

At night, every night when all the teachers had returned to bed she would wander the halls, leaning closely against the cold stones, humming out the tune her grandmother Elsa would sing to her. Her deep throaty voice would echo , like a ghost still trapped in this world.

\"Little bluebird, watch the night sky. As the blood moon crashes down. Little nighting gale, brings the mournings end..\" She hummed and twirled in the hallway. Then one night awoken by the noises coming from the hallways above him, Severus followed the song, still crisp in his ears. He walked down past the dormitories, down near the great hall. There was the sound of laughter. Severus hurried his pace, to catch the raving child who was procurring these sounds. He saw a flowing almost mystical white gown turn another corner, he ran to the end and turned to see Winsome, twirling and dancing her way down the hallway, he brown lucious curls bouncing around her back. Her night dress moved like wind.

\"she\'s gone mad.\" He thought aloud to himself, locking herself away in that classroom all day, then her constant sneaking around. \"She\'s completely daft.\" Winsome paused she heard some one speak.

\"Helllo...\" She whispered into the hall. She paused and looked straight up into the air. \"I\'m spinning..\" She whispered as she threw her arms into the air and began to twirl again, Severus walked closer to her.

\"Winsome? Miss Listonheir?\" Winsome stopped and turned to face Severus.

\"Hello..\" She said her voice raspy and low.

\"Winsome? Are you alright. It is not appropriate for you to be...out liek this at this hour.\"

\"Shhhhh.\" Winsome put her fingers to Severus\'s lips. \"I\'m hunting.\" She continued down the hallway.

\"For what?\"

\"The ministry sent me here, to find a death eater. But he\'s very crafty, very very crafty. So i must hunt him like a tiger hunts his prey.\" She kept dancing down closer to the door. Severus felt a lump in his throat, he knew what he was and that it could be him she was looking for.

\"Winsome, return to your room.\"

\"Shhh..\" Winsome placed her lips against Severus\'s, she pushed hers against his hard, opening his mouth with her soft tongue. She filled his mouth, flicking her tongue against his. Yet she didn\'t put her arms around him, there was no embrace. Just this kiss, filled with coy passion. As Winsome pulled her mouth away, she bit gently at his lip.

\"Winsome..-\"

\"Shhh, i\'m hunting...\" She pressed her body against his, pushing her hips into him. He let out moans as he knew what these actions would cause. She continued, now stroking his package with her right hand, as he left hand undressed him. First with his shirt, she had it opened, two large scars covered his chest. She continued to vigorously stroke him up and down, feeling the head of his stiff member in the palm of her hand, she let her hand trail down his pants and caress his balls tenderly. She had his shirt off, and she stepped back and turned to his shoulder.

\"I knew you were the Death Eater, Severus Snape... Really, you think I would want to fuck you? Now i my task is complete, and i can return to the ministry.\" Her voice returned to normal. She smiled, and right before she turned Severus grabbed her by the nape of her neck, and spun her up against the wall.

\"Come with me!\" He demanded, he was furious that she lead him into a trap. She knew exactly what she was doing, there was no insanity to it! Now he would show her! he took her arm and dragged her down to his dungeon room. With a lock of the door, and a charm to keep it locked, he threw her down onto a chair.