The Unexspected

Chapter Five

(This is a long chapter… just a warning. Not sure if that’s a good thing or not)

The rest of September proved to be very uneventful. Hermione seemed very happy for her two friends, but seemed to retire early a lot; or at least whenever Ron and Liz started to snog.

Harry on the other hand was being very distant all the time, spending long hours in the library, or sitting in his room and staring at the map.

Elizabeth’s detention’s with Snape had come to an end (though two more days had been added for her “utter clumsiness” when she had dropped some test tubes) and so her and Ron had even more time to spend together.

Yet it seemed like the last few weeks, that was all she had been doing. She spent no time with Hermione, Harry, and she hadn’t written to any of her old friends. Her grades had also been falling.

“It’s not like your annoying me… it’s just that we’ve been spending every spare second together,” Elizabeth tired to explain to Ron. The two of them were sitting outside during a free period. His arms were around her waist, and she was sitting contently in his lap.

“I don’t understand Liz, you don’t want to be with me?”

“Ron, no! It’s just, make some nights you could go and hang with Harry, and I could go and be with some of my friends…”

“Oh, well, yeah I guess I understand that hun,” he tilted her head back and pecked her on the lips once… twice… and then the third kiss he kept his lips there, kissing her passionately, his tongue running contently over her lips.

Severus Snape, walking back from one of the greenhouses, holding a large clump of assorted plants in his hands; undoubtedly for potions.

As he was walking back to the castle he looked over and saw two students kissing. The boy moved on top of her, kissing her deeper still.

Snape rolled his eyes and walked over to them, eager to take away some house points. He also loved the shocked expression on the adolescent’s faces when they turn up and see him. He made his way over to them quickly.

Ron rolled the two of them over, Elizabeth’s back on the soft grass, Ron’s body pressed against hers as they continued to kiss. She could feel Ron get hard against her. Her hands ran softly over his back, his hands on her hips. And he started to suck her neck.

“Ahem,” said a soft sneer of a voice, Ron’s eyes flew open and pulled away from Elizabeth, “20 points Weasley,” already knowing him from the red hair, “and 20 points from…” he looked down, expecting to see Hermione, having caught her and Ron many times the year before. This time his face looked almost as shocked as the two students, but he recovered quickly, his face returning to his normal sneer, “Ms. Draven,” he finished.

Elizabeth looked as though she was going to argue as she sat up, but Ron shook his head at her and she closed her mouth.

Snape felt an off twinge of jealously pang in his stomach. First at the way he had found the two of them; and then at the way she had obeyed him. ‘She’s a students Severus, damnit!’

He turned to walk away from the two of them, “Don’t let me catch you two at it again”. He stopped awaking and smirked, “oh, Ms Draven, you might want to come to my office and get some antidote for that rather large bruise on your neck,” and with that he was off.

Elizabeth glared after him, her hand went to her neck to the place Ron was sucking.

Ron looked from the billowing cape of Snape that was growing smaller as he got farther away to Elizabeth, “Well, he just ruined the mood”.

Liz laughed but still looked embarrassed and shocked that she had just been caught making out by Snape. She then pulled out a pocked mirror and looked at her neck. “Oh damn Ron!” she exclaimed when she saw the hickey.

Ron smirked and kissed the other side of her neck as he pulled her into his lap, “Lets make it symmetrical how about?”

Liz sighed, “How about we just talk or something? Walk around?”

Ron just groaned and pulled her back and closer to him, having her back press against his chest and her butt against his crotch. “We can walk around later,” he spoke against her beck before biting down on it and starting to suck much harsher then he had on the other side, not even realizing he might be hurting her.

His hands there were around her waist started to move up her shirt.

Liz tired to pull away but Ron took no notice and she frowned and just let him do what he wanted.

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During the next class and diner she kept her hair so it covered most of her neck. After she was done with her food she stood, and when Ron saw her he stood as well.

“No, I have something to do. I’ll see you later in the common room,”

Ron’s face turned to a frown, “Oh, okay fine…”

Elizabeth kissed him lightly and almost trivially on the cheek and left the very noisy great hall.

She walked to the nearest girls bathroom and made sure no one else was in there before locking the door and moving her hair back, and unbuttoned her shirt.

She walked over and stood right in front of the mirror. She frowned deeply at what she saw.

She had at least seven dark purple hickeys on her neck, and some more on her chest, breasts, and stomach. Her sight reflected someone who had been beaten. She tried to perform the cover up charm, but they were just to large and to dark to cover up. They also hurt slightly at the touch.

Ron hadn’t stopped, even when she tired to push him off, which scared her a bit.

She buttoned her shirt back up with a sigh and walked right to the dungeons. Elizabeth didn’t know why she didn’t just head to the hospital wing to have Madam Pomfrey help her. She just didn’t feel like getting her famous speech about abstinence and how not to let boyfriends force you into things. And since Snape, though very snidely, offered- she figured she could still take him up on it. He had already seen them make out anyway…

Before knocking on his classroom door she made sure her neck was covered and her white blouse was buttoned up all the way to the top.

“Come in,” said a voice from the inside of the room.

Elizabeth bit her bottom lip and pushed open the large classroom door and looked up at him.

If Severus Snape was surprised to see her, he didn’t show it. He had a calm expression upon his cold face, “Ah Ms. Draven, have I forgotten a detention I have you?” One of his black eyebrows raised, as if trying to figure out why she was there.

“Oh, no sir… it’s just…” she walked a couple more steps into the classroom and averted her eyes to the floor, “You mentioned something about, um… a potion or something…”

Snape didn’t take his eyes off her, which made her feel uncomfortable, feeling his gaze on him.

“Ah yes, did Mr. Weasley get carried away?” he smirked at her embarrassed face, growing redder.

She didn’t answer him and when she heard him stand Elizabeth finally looked over at him. Instead of walked to the store cupboard though, he moved over towards her.

He wasn’t exactly sure what he was doing, telling himself in his mind he needed to see the bruises to know how much potion to get.

His eyes met with hers as he reached out his hand and he pushed her soft brown hair back behind her shoulders. Elizabeth didn’t pull away, not tense up. She simply looked up at him, and watch q crease on his forehead deepen as he looked at the deep purple marks on her neck, he pushed the other side of hair away from her neck. The sides of her neck looked like just a huge bruise. From a closer look, you could tell it was just about twelve hickeys on each side.

Snape’s frown deepened and he moved away from her, “Lets hope I have enough potion,” he sneered at her and turned.

He walked into his cupboard and walked out with a jar of purplish goop.

Snape then motioned for Elizabeth to sit on one of the tables and at this she frowned deeply. Not aware he was going to put the potion on her ‘love bites’. She hadn’t mentioned the ones lower on her body.

“What’s wrong?” he asked when he saw the frown on her face.

“Is there any way I can just, have the potion and apply it myself?” she asked, her eyes meeting his.

He shook his head, “If you had been paying attention in your fourth year, you would realize that the substance that makes the potion the color is alcholate. Which is a highly explosive substance when not handled with extreme,” he reached his hand into the jar and very softly ran his fingers over her neck, “care, can be deadly.”

“Why can’t you just use the normal bruise removal potion?”

“Have you looked at your neck? These are far to dark for a normal potion.

She nodded and looked up at him as he covered the sides of her neck with the purple goop. The potion would feel hot when it first touched her skin, and then turned icy cold- when it turned cold it meant it was no longer a danger. Snape then walked over and dampened a towel at the sink. He then walked back to Elizabeth and wiped her neck off. Now looking as though she never had hickeys.

“All done,” he commented, averting his eyes from her neck, and trying to move his mind from thinking about adding the hickeys back himself, the way the fire lit up her skin, the way her hair fell over her shoulders…

He mentally slapped himself, again.

“Um… thank you,” but she didn’t get up, her eyes on the jar of purple goop in her professor’s hand. She wished that she could have just taken the potion and applied it herself. Her mind wandered to the bruises on her stomach and the top of her breasts.

Now she was wishing she had just sucked it up and gone to Madam Pomfrey. But it seemed pointless to get her neck healed by one person and the rest of her by another.

‘Would I have any problem if this was a woman teacher?’ she wondered to herself. ‘Professor Snape is your teacher, just like McGonagall is’.

“Is there something else Ms. Draven?” Snape asked her, looking down at her face that looked deep in thought.

“He didn’t… I mean to say… those weren’t they only ‘bruises’ I had professor…”

Snape frowned, “Mr. Weasley got past just sucking a girl’s neck, who would have thought…”

Elizabeth frowned deeply and jumped off the table, “Thanks for your help,” she said coldly and yet shyly at the same time and started to leave.

“Wait,” he sighed, “That was uncalled for, I apologize”.

Elizabeth’s hand was on the doorknob, ready to leave, but she stopped where she was and felt a hand on her shoulder and let him turn her to face him.

He gazed down into her eyes, “Come on, let’s finish. Take off your shirt.” He sighed at this bit, his voice soft and he walked over to get another jar of goop; since their was barley any left in the first.

Elizabeth watched him leave and very slowly unbuttoned her white school shirt and took it off herself. Leaving her in only her school skirt and very low cut white bra that made her feel like she was standing their naked-er then naked.

He came back out with a jar similar to the first and paused when he saw her, trying to remind himself over and over again that she was seventeen and, more important, a student of his.

Snape, trying to keep his face as neutral as he could possibly muster, walked over to her.

Elizabeth on the other hand could not hide her awkwardness of the entire situation. Though it looked like she was trying to ignore the fact that her potions teacher was looking at her bare chest and stomach. ‘He’s a teacher damnit. A teacher you’ve had for six years.’ She kept telling herself.

“Should I sit again?” her voice rather calm, nothing of shyness could be read from her voice.

Snape merely shook his head, afraid of what his own voice might should like.

Fore being so jittery on the inside, his hand was still very steady as he reached it into the jar and once again, began to apply them to Elizabeth’s love bites. He started with the ones on her collarbones and shoulder, then moved to her stomach. Purposely avoiding the two that were on the swell of her breasts.

Though after he was done with the rest of them, he could avoid it no longer as he reached the potion up, his long fingers spreading it softly over her skin.

Elizabeth looked down at his hands and then up at him as he did this. Thinking to herself how she liked his touch about her skin much more then Ron’s. His hands knew how to touch her, where Ron’s hand just groped her. She heard the door creek and she looked over, but there was no one at the now open door. Snape pulled his hands away from her and walked over and closed it, then went back to Elizabeth and resumed.

‘And he’s just putting potion on me,’ she thought, ‘Ron was trying to be romantic’.

When the Potions Master was done spreading the solution, he pulled his hand away. Which was much harder then he would have ever guessed. The urge to keep touching her was overwhelming.

Elizabeth stood there and watched her teacher go over to the sink and get another damp cloth.

When he walked back over and started to carefully clean her off, Elizabeth decided to break the silence.

“I’m sorry Professor, this is weird and I should have just gone to Madam Pomfrey”.

Snape just shook his head, “Poppy would have sent you away, she doesn’t like to deal with this potion, so you wouldn’t have gotten rid of the bruises. And the fact she finds students kissing annoying and you would have gotten a pointless hour long speech,” he moved the cloth over her breasts, pausing for a second to speak, “Anyway, Ms. Draven, you are my student. It is a part of my job to take care of you,”

“Oh, okay then…” though her frown of awkwardness remained.

When she was cleaned off he went to dispose of the cloth and Elizabeth put her shirt back on.

“Well, thank you professor,” she started for the door.

“Wait,” she did and he walked over and stepped in front of her, separating her and the door. He moved two fingers under her chin and tilted her head up to look at him.

“May I ask you something?” he asked her, his eyes telling her that it was going to be a personal question, not one that had to do with potions.

Elizabeth nodded her head, keeping her blue eyes met with his black ones.

“Did you consent to Mr. Weasley doing this to you?” he asked, his voice with a bit of concern, no trace of his characteristic sneer.

Elizabeth broke the eye contact and looked down at the classroom floor. She noticed there was a burnt spot to the left of her feet…

“I see,” Snape sighed and stroked her cheek and she looked back up at him. “You know my door is always open to you. If he…”

She cut him off quickly, “Thank you professor, but I’m really fine”.

He sighed and nodded his head and then he moved aside and opened the door for her, “Good night, Ms. Draven”.

She smiled weakly at him, “Good night Professor Snape, and thank you again”.

“Of course”

She walked out of his classroom and walked up out of the dungeons and headed to the Gryffindor common room. On her way there she ran right into…

“Harry!” she exclaimed after the two of them collided into each other.

“Hey Lizzie,” he smiled at her, “Ron’s been looking for—“ before he could say ‘you’, she let out a deep sigh. “What’s going on with you two?”

“It’s nothing Harry,” she sighed and continued to the common room and muttered under her breath, “Ron just doesn’t seem to understand the words ‘no’ and ‘stop’.”

She was too far away for Harry to hear her, and for this she was rather glad.

Elizabeth suddenly had a cold shiver ran up her spine, after this happened her body felt cold, so cold she felt like she would never feel warmth again. Her chest felt frozen, her cheeks as cold as ice, her entire body shaking like mad. Her breathing because ridged.

She then heard someone laughing to her left.

“C-c-co-me, ou-ut an-and sh-show your-see-elf,” her teeth chattered as she wrapped her arms around her waist.

“You deserve to be cold, you cold hearted bitch!”






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