((Just a quick note. You already know why I'm writing this, and you can probably guess the plot, so, there really isn't much more to say. So far, I've never written a fanfic I don't haved to explain, which makes this awkward. I should probably start the story before Snape gives me detention, if he doesn't just by looking at the title. Ok, I am starting the story…now. Ok……now…))
Fifth year was most definitely the worst year of my time at Hogwarts. The school wa being taken over by Umbridge, the Daily Prophet called me a liar, well, daily. Dumbledore wouldn't look me in the eye. I was banned from Quidditch, my favorite sport. And, of course, the very worst part of it was my scar. With Voldemort back, it hurt more frequently and was more painful. Then there was the attack on Mr. Weasley. So, yeah. Fifth year was terrible, in my opinion.
Well, after I attacked Mr. Weasley, Dumbledore practically forced me into Occlumency lessons. With Snape, no less. I knew, right from the start, that there would be problems. After all, trouble just happens to find me.
The first lesson went…well. As usual, Snape had another go at Dad. Of course, I couldn't just take that sitting down, ignoring the fact that I was in too much pain to stand.
I heaved myself to my feet and looked Snape in the eyes. I couldn't be sure, but I thought I saw something in his black eyes that I'd never seen before.
"You have your mother's eyes," he said softly. I just rolled my eyes. In all honesty, it gets tiring to hear that said over and over. I know what I look like, thank you very much.
Next thing I knew, something strange was happening. I really can't explain it, only that I was taken with a strange and sudden fascination for this man. I shook my head. All those potion fumes down here were finally getting to me. Umbridge and the Daily Prophet would have afield day with this…if they ever found out.
"No one will ever find out."
"I hope you're right." I gulped nervously. I never thought my first time would be with the one teacher I hated. Then aggain, I never thought about what my first time would be like anyway. Besides, it was probably just a one-time thing, brought on by…potion fumes…and…Occlumency.
I promised myself right then and there that that would be the first and last time. I had more important things to think about, anyway. Like the DA. Or why Dumbledore still refuses to look me in the eyes. Or Voldemort trying to kil me for the millionth time. Of course, I had no idea if Snape made the same promise. And I saw quite a bit of him between Potions and Occlumency.
Fifth year was most definitely the worst year of my time at Hogwarts. The school wa being taken over by Umbridge, the Daily Prophet called me a liar, well, daily. Dumbledore wouldn't look me in the eye. I was banned from Quidditch, my favorite sport. And, of course, the very worst part of it was my scar. With Voldemort back, it hurt more frequently and was more painful. Then there was the attack on Mr. Weasley. So, yeah. Fifth year was terrible, in my opinion.
Well, after I attacked Mr. Weasley, Dumbledore practically forced me into Occlumency lessons. With Snape, no less. I knew, right from the start, that there would be problems. After all, trouble just happens to find me.
The first lesson went…well. As usual, Snape had another go at Dad. Of course, I couldn't just take that sitting down, ignoring the fact that I was in too much pain to stand.
I heaved myself to my feet and looked Snape in the eyes. I couldn't be sure, but I thought I saw something in his black eyes that I'd never seen before.
"You have your mother's eyes," he said softly. I just rolled my eyes. In all honesty, it gets tiring to hear that said over and over. I know what I look like, thank you very much.
Next thing I knew, something strange was happening. I really can't explain it, only that I was taken with a strange and sudden fascination for this man. I shook my head. All those potion fumes down here were finally getting to me. Umbridge and the Daily Prophet would have afield day with this…if they ever found out.
"No one will ever find out."
"I hope you're right." I gulped nervously. I never thought my first time would be with the one teacher I hated. Then aggain, I never thought about what my first time would be like anyway. Besides, it was probably just a one-time thing, brought on by…potion fumes…and…Occlumency.
I promised myself right then and there that that would be the first and last time. I had more important things to think about, anyway. Like the DA. Or why Dumbledore still refuses to look me in the eyes. Or Voldemort trying to kil me for the millionth time. Of course, I had no idea if Snape made the same promise. And I saw quite a bit of him between Potions and Occlumency.