The Unexspected

Chapter Seven

Since that summer, the war with Voldemort and his death eaters raged on. The order had already lost members, and the ministry was in a panicked uproar.

Some students in the school had lost family members, some students didn’t even show up for the new school year.

Some witches and wizards in love found themselves rushing into matrimony. The paper claimed that there were more marriages in one weekend then there was for an entire month before the war started.

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The next week, one of the students was killed during a Hogsmeed trip. Rumor said that Voldemort tried to get his mother to join him. When she refused, Voldemort decided to send a message to her in form of her youngest son.

Ron and Elizabeth sat in a hallway, not speaking.

The boy’s name was Norm Prescot, he had been in Ginny’s year and was a friend of her’s. Ginny had even spent some time at his house over the summer, and he had played Quidditch with them, because his family had moved near the Burrow a year before. Knowing him made it all so much more real.

“I hate this… I mean… we knew him!” Ron commented, after an hour of silence.

It had happened a week before but they had not yet discussed it. It was to much of a surprise to talk about when it first happened.

Elizabeth just nodded, “makes you think about stuff…”

Ron nodded and pulled her closer to him and his hand slipped down the top of her skirt. “Yes, it does”.

“Ron! What are _you_ talking about?! Because I don’t think it’s the same thing!”

“We’re at war Elizabeth, do you really want to die a virgin?”

She tried to push his hand away with a laugh, thinking he was joking. It was something the twins would have said to lighten the mood. “Come on Ron, stop it”.

“Come on Liz, I know you don’t. What if you died tomorrow? Wouldn’t you be glad you did this today?” His hand, which she was unsuccessful at moving away, went to her skirt and started to try and unbutton it.

Elizabeth, with wide eyes, realizing he was very serious, stood quickly and looked down at him. “Ron, what in the HELL do you think you’re doing? STOP it!”

Ron stood after and moved in front of her, now practically pinning her between him and the wall, “I don’t want to”.

She glared up at him, but he was much stronger and larger then she was. Damn him working out all summer long. “Ron, you promised you would stop,”

“Things are a lot different now Elizabeth,” his hands glided down her sides and rested firmly on her hips. Pushing her back more against the cold stone wall.

“STOP IT!”

He didn’t, as if when she yelled for him to stop, she really had held up a bright green “GO” sign. His hands went to her skirt and began to tug it down, despite her continuing to yell for him to stop and trying to push him off.

He had been moving so quickly that she was just in her panties, her skirt around her ankles. He pressed himself close to her and she could feel that he was completely hard.

“Ron! Please! Think about this! Stop!”

But Ron paid no attention as his hands went down to his own pants. And he kissed her as if to merely silence her screams at him,

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Snape was patrolling the hallways, curse Dumbledore for making him do so. He would much rather be in his room, sipping on firewhiskey and reading a book.

Then he heard a girl’s scream for someone to stop. Assuming it was a Slytherin affair he continued walking away from the scream. The rules of Slytherin’s were simple, girls were more property then people. The other heads of Slytherin did the same--- just walk on by.

But he then heard something that made him stop dead in his tracks…

“Ron! Stop it please!”

Ron? As in Weasley? What the hell was he doing to get such a scream?

Then he remembered that Ron was dating Elizabeth Draven and he realized the scream was undoubtedly hers.

‘Shit, what has that girl gotten herself into?’ his cape billowed as he turned sharply around the corner.

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Ron had managed to get her panties completely off and was in just his boxers. He was kissing her hard, so hard that her screams were muffled in the back of her mouth. She was hitting his back and trying to kick him, but he had pinned her to hard.

“Ron stop it! You don’t want this! Merlin!!! Please stop it now!” She yelled into his mouth as she felt his hand move down to take off his own boxers. Her face looked pained as he continued to kiss her. Elizabeth was pushing her entire body painfully into the wall as if to get away from him by falling into the wall.

Ron’s own eyes were so filled with lustful desire as he kissed her. He was telling himself she did want this, not even paying attention to what she said. But Merlin… he wanted her so badly… to be in her tight… moist… he had to get his boxers off.

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Snape finally got to where Ron and Elizabeth were, for some reason he was not at all prepared for what he saw. Maybe he expected Ron to just be biting her neck a little to hard or something…

He recovered fast.

“Mr. WEASLEY!” his voice rang out, his typical angry sneer of a voice, “step away from Ms. Draven this instant!”

Elizabeth had never been so happy to hear her potions teacher’s voice. When Ron took his step away, red with shock, Elizabeth reached down quickly and pulled up her skirt and underwear.

Ron’s pants were around his ankle and his hand in his boxers, about to take them off and he pulled his hand out, just leaving his pants were they were.

“Fifty points from Gryffindor Mr. Weasley, and detention for a week. No, a month at least! I reserve the right to add onto this punishment at ANY time,” Snape’s black eyes never had so much anger in them that Elizabeth could remember. “Get back to your common room. NOW!”

Ron pulled his pants up in a huff and took Elizabeth’s hand, “come on then Liz”.

Snape moved a step forward and put a firm hand on Elizabeth’s shoulder.

“_You_ go to your common room Mr. Weasley,” he sneered at Ron, who glared and stalked off.

“I’ll wait up for you in the common room,” he told Elizabeth before he left, much angrier and horny then embarrassed.

When Ron left around a corner Elizabeth gave a shake and crumpled down to the ground, pulling her knees close to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. She left out a small sob as she shook.

Snape kneeled down next to her, “are you alright Ms. Draven?” His voice uncharacteristically kind, his black eyes caring.

She just shook her head and her entire body gave a shake. Snape wrapped his arm around her shoulder, not sure what else to do.

Elizabeth leaned against him and closed her eyes; after a couple of long minutes, she spoke.

“I can’t go back to my common room,” she said, shaking her head.

Snape nodded and helped her up, which she did without complaint, “I’ll take you up to the hospital wing…”

She frowned, “I’m not sick though…”

“You were just assu--- where else do you propose to stay then?” he asked, looking down at her as they walked side by side.

Elizabeth just shrugged, her hair falling limply over her face, and her walk a bit shuffled, “I don’t know…”

Her professor, giving an inward groan as he said this, “do you want to sleep in my office Ms. Draven? Or perhaps one of the other teachers would…” he needed to add this last bit, he wasn’t sure why. Maybe so he could reassure himself that any other teacher would do the same thing: that offering Elizabeth to stay in his room was not at all strange or stepping over boundaries as her teacher.

Elizabeth gave a small nod to her head, “If you wouldn’t mind…”

“Of course not Ms. Draven,” he led her down to the dungeon, one hand on her shoulder.

He opened the classroom door, to which his office was connected. They walked across the potions classroom, then into his office.

Of the few times Elizabeth had been in this office, (mostly to be reprimanded for her sharp tongue), she had never noticed the door behind his desk. There were so many shelves filled with bottles and strange items, and bookshelves to notice the second door in the small office.

He led her threw it, to a room that looked as though it served as a living room as well as a bed chamber. Everything was very near, and a new fire was roaring, as if house elves had just been there.

Snape pointed over to the bed, “get some sleep Ms. Draven”.

She frowned and looked up at him, “where will you sleep?” Elizabeth asked him, pushing her hair back behind her hears again.

“I still need to finish my shift patrolling the school, when I get back I’ll just sleep on the couch. Go ahead,” prodding her lightly to the bed. “You need rest. You had a trying night Eliz- Ms. Draven.”

She didn’t seemed fazed by his almost slip up of her name. “Thank you professor,” she smiled up at him and walked over, slipped off her shoes, and climb into his bed and snuggled under the covers.

Snape put a screen over the fire and then blew out the torches on the walls. He then looked over at her, already drifted into a sound sleep, he then let out a rare smile escape his lips. He let himself continue to watch her for a while, and then remembered why she was there- he then left.