The Unexspected

Chapter Eight

As Elizabeth slept she had a series of odd dreams…

The first involved her falling threw the sky, which instead of being blue was dark red, the clouds black, and the rain was blood. Just as she was about to fall onto the dark purple ground, soaked with blood, the dream went into blackness.

The floor, ceiling, and the walls were pitch black as if they didn’t exist at all. The dark abyss, she walked a couple of steps, looking around as if she was expecting so see something besides nothingness.

Just then she saw someone and she hurried forward, only to stop dead in her tracks when she saw the dream person was Ron.

Despite everything being black, people in this dream dimension showed up perfectly, as though a light was shining from them.

“What was wrong with you tonight Liz, do you really want to die a virgin?” dream Ron asked her, not even looking at her, but staring straight ahead into the abyss.

“No, but Ron--- it didn’t feel right though… not with you… I don’t love you…”

Where Ron was just a second before stood a mirror, that Elizabeth walked over and looked into it. Blood then started dripping from her mirror image.

Elizabeth reached out and broke the mirror and walked threw it, where her dream changed again to something that made Elizabeth gasp.

She saw this from a third person view, and for that she was inwardly glad. Though what she saw still shocked her enough.

She saw herself and her potion’s teacher, in his bed kissing and thrusting on top of each other. Their moans of pleasure filled the watching Elizabeth’s ear and she woke up quickly.

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When Elizabeth woke up, her mind already razing from the graphic dream she had just come out of, opened her eyes for yet another shock.

Her professor was standing over the bed, watching her sleep, his hand was gently gliding a piece of hair off her face. His touch was soft upon her skin, like it had been when he applied the potion earlier that year.

When Elizabeth opened her eyes, Snape’s black eyes grew wide in shock and he pulled his hand off her at the speed of light.

She sat up and the two of them just locked eyes to one another’s for many moments.

“Um… Ms. Draven… “ his voice horse, his face looked as though he was unable to think of some excuse for touching her.

“It’s, uh… it’s alright,” Elizabeth said softly, hating the look of searching on his face.

He shook his head and opened his mouth to speak.

Elizabeth on the other hand did something that most other sane students of Snape’s would have never even dreamed of.

She put her finger up to hush him and just shook her head.

“It’s fine professor, there’s no need…”

He looked angry for a split second that she cut him off, then quickly returned the favor, cutting her off and put his own finger up to her lips, though he didn’t touch them.

“I am your professor Ms Draven, I should not have been watching you sleep like that,” he took a step back from the bed and shook his head slightly, as though he was trying to get a thought out of his head.

Elizabeth just watched him, wondering how long Snape had been standing there, if that one stroke had been the first time he had touched her. If she had been talking in her sleep…

“Should… should I leave professor?” Elizabeth asked, moving the sheets off her, preparing to stand.

“If you want too, I understand if you do,” he turned away from her, “Good night Ms. Draven.”

Elizabeth didn’t want to leave, but she got up out of the bed anyway and walked right up behind him, “Thank you professor. For everything- letting me stay here… the Ron thing…”

He turned and looked down at her, his eyes meeting her’s.

“It was nothing Elizabeth,” her name coming out of his mouth before he could stop himself.

Elizabeth didn’t look weirded out as she looked at her professor, she moved a half a step closer to him.

“I should go,” she said.

“Yes, you really should,” though at the same time, he moved closer to her as well.

They were now close enough to feel each others body heat, Snape soon had his arms around her waist and pulled her even closer to him, so their chests were pressed together. Their heartbeats seemed synchronized with one another.

Elizabeth didn’t feel at all weirded out about any of this. It felt so much more right being next to him then Ron, or any other boy she had dated. She felt so safe with Snape.

He moved one hand up her back and stroked it very lightly. His other hand reached up and played with her soft brown curls.

Her own hand went to stroke his pale face lightly, then she moved up on her tip-toes, just as he leaned down to meet her lips.

They both had a shiver run up their spines as their lips pressed against each other. Snape pulled Elizabeth closer with his arms as he continued to kiss her softly and lovingly. Her arms moved up and around his neck. She felt as though if she didn’t hold onto him, her knees would give out under her.

Snape finally realized what was going on, and though it pained him to do it, he pulled away quickly from her.

“Damnit. Ms. Draven, I am deeply sorry for my behav---“

They both turned their heads over to roaring fire that McGonagall’s head had just appeared in. Something that both Snape and Elizabeth were very glad didn’t happen sooner, for that would have led to too many questions.

“Professor Snape, I have Mr. Weasley in here telling me that his-“ she coughed, “friend didn’t make it back to her common room. And the last time he saw her, you were reprimanding the two of them.”

“Quite right Minerva, as you can see-,” he motioned for Elizabeth to come into the view of the hearth, “she is right here”.

“Severus! It is nearly four in the morning! Surely you don’t still have her in detention!”

“Ms. Draven is not here for detention Minerva,” replied Snape curtly.

“I’m not sure I understand Severus…” a very very confused McGonagall replied, one of her eyebrows slightly raised.

“I would assume Weasley,” he sneered to the face in the fire, “left out the critical part of the story where he was about to rape Ms. Draven”.

He paused and continued to look at the fire. McGonagall’s face had changed from confused to shocked and angry, for once the older women had nothing to say. Snape took advantage of this and pressed on.

“I heard her scrams to stop during my patrol, Mr. Weasley didn’t seem to understand that word, or that he was doing anything wrong. Yet another male who doesn’t understand the word ‘stop’. He told Ms. Draven he would wait for her in the common room. She, obviously, was in shock at the time and didn’t want to face him. So I made the offer that she could sleep here. She accepted, not seeing any other option suitable.”

Minerva remained in stunned silence for a moment, before she realized he had nothing more to say. “Oh, well… in that case…” she stuttered as though she was speaking nothing until she thought of something to say. “Ms. Draven, you know of course that my room is always open to students…”

“Thank you professor, I’ll be sure to remember that,” replied Elizabeth to that, ticking one side of her hair behind her ears. She could hear Ron in the background, saying that Snape was obviously lying and to just ask Liz. To this, Elizabeth looked right at McGonagall’s face, showing her that everything Snape said was true.

“Right, well, I assume you’ll have already given Mr. Weasley the proper punishments,” she now realized why so many scarlet gems had been taken from the Gryffindor hourglass.

Snape shook his head, “the proper punishment for trying to rape someone should be a year in prison at least. Being kicked out of school would not be a stretch at all, but I leave that up to you- his head of house. I simply took fifty points and a month of detention’s… with Filch.” He raised his voice slightly, “Every night at eight Weasley, starting tonight in front of Filch’s office!” Snape lowered his voice again, “I would think that you, Minerva, would want to add on to this punishment. But it is of course up to you.”

“Thank you for clearing that up Severus,” she cleared her throat, “And Ms. Draven, if you are still feeling as though you can’t return to your room, I will fins you can’t return to your room, I will find you a more appropriate place then Professor Snape’s rooms.”

“Right, thank you, but I’ll go back tomorrow,” she told her transfiguration professor, the only reason she wanted to go back was so she wouldn’t alienate herself from everyone.

The older women nodded and the fire turned back to the typical flame that normally occupied the fireplace.

Elizabeth stared at the fire for a moment or two and then looked up at Snape, unsure of what to say. Her mind forgetting everything that was just said, her mind kept replaying the kiss that had just happened before the fireplace conversation. Oh Merlin, she had kissed her professor, and not just any professor! SNAPE!!! The man she had hated deeply for the last six years. The man who was completely unfair to her, had told her that her potions were horrible, told her she would never make a grade in her OWLS, and had put her in detention for the stupidest reasons. That horrible, unfair, annoying, sexy, amazing kisser… and her mind was turned to gush.

“Maybe you should leave,” his voice seemed like it was horse, and that it hurt to speak. In reality he was relieved that they hadn’t been caught.

This time, Elizabeth turned and walked to the door and opened it to Snape’s office.

“Bye, thanks for letting me stay here,”

“Eliz,” he scolded himself yet again for almost letting her name slip, again. “Ms. Draven, I’m sorry for what happened. It was entirely my fault and responsibility, so, as I’m sure you will, I understand turning me in for taking advantage of you tonight.”

“I wasn’t planning on telling anyone,” she told him, after turning back to him when he spoke.

“Oh, you aren’t?”

She shook her head, “why should I? I don’t feel taken advantage of… there’s really no point in bringing someone else into it and complicating things more then they need to be,”

He just stared at her, relieved but at the same time very confused at this. Snape couldn’t really comprehend a student that had almost been raped by her boyfriend, and then kissed by a teacher, not feeling taken advantage of by that teacher.

“Yeah, so I really ought to get back and do my homework and take a shower before breakfast”.

He nodded and waved her out. When she left he walked over to a chair and slumped into it, deep in thought about what he was feeling for his student, wishing to himself that she was ten years older, and maybe a fellow teacher.

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Elizabeth walked upstairs and out of the dungeon with a bit of a frown. She pulled her hair back and tied it with the hair tie she always kept around her wrist.

On the way back to her common room, Elizabeth thought of nothing but the kiss. How was it that she kissed Professor Snape? Then she remembered Ron and frowned. She then rationalized with herself, coming to the conclusion that the only reason she had kissed him and enjoyed it, was because of what Ron had tried to do and the contrast between the two men.

Soon, she was saying the password to the fat lady and walking into the red and gold commons.

She continued walking and was almost to the girls staircase when a certin red-head stepped in front of her.