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Loyalties	By : Gemma Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 4262 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Meeting.

Thea was sitting in the library after the usual open hours, she was often allowed a pass to stay late into the night for study purposes.

When she heard the door open with a quiet creak, Thea bit back a sigh expecting to see Draco heading towards her. Since the weekend she had spent at his house, he had become more fixated with her than ever. She knew it had little to do with her, and more to do with the fact that Draco had been told he could not have her. Draco was accustomed to getting what he wanted, no was a word he heard very little.

When Thea lifted her head prepared to have an argument with Draco, she was shocked to see Snape standing over her.
'Professor?' She kept the surprise from her voice.
'Miss Carter, Professor Dumbledore has requested your presence.'

Thea stared up at Snape, but as always his face and eyes gave nothing away. Keeping her face neutral and biting back another sigh, Thea carefully packed away her books and followed Snape from the library. She was careful to lock the wide double doors with a flick of her wand and a quick incantation.

She stared at Snape's straight back as they walked, watching his hairbrush across the high collar of his robe. His shoulders where held back, and yet again Thea noticed the quiet dignity with which he walked. For some reason she found herself feeling angry, and she wondered if it was a premonition of what was to come. After all wasn't it such a coincidence that the day after Snape had used Veritaserum on her she was suddenly being called to Dumbledore's office?

Snape spoke the password with a scornful, 'Fizzle Whizzes.' And gestured for Thea to enter, upon following her he carefully closed and locked the door.
'Ah, Thea my dear.' Dumbledore was as jovial as ever.
'Do take a seat.'

Thea sat down in a chair opposite Dumbledore. Snape stood silently in the corner slightly behind Thea.
'It is my understanding,' Dumbledore began his eyes suddenly serious.
'That you have found yourself in a bit of trouble my dear.'

Thea fumed silently in her seat.
'Severus tells me that you are in a very difficult situation, one which goes against you own sensibilities.'

Dumbledore sighed.
'I have watched you carefully Thea, knowing who your father was and knowing what would be expected of you.' Here he paused, a sad look in his clear eyes.
'I have been pleasantly surprised at your progress. Of course I knew you would be an excellent student, but I am pleased to have watched you grow into such a well balanced and intelligent young woman.'

Here Thea smiled, but it wasn't a nice smile.
'You mean you're glad I didn't grow up to be the kind of conniving practitioner of the Dark Arts that my father is.'

Dumbledore nodded, his face suddenly looking very ancient in the clear light of his study.
'The journey you are about to embark on is a hard journey. I know only one who has survived such a feat, and I wonder at what it has done to his soul.'

Of course Dumbledore did not even glance at Snape, but Thea had already worked out that he must be working as a double agent. Well, at least he survived, Thea thought even as her heart sank, for she knew she didn't possess the same all-ruling logic that Snape must use to survive.

'Professor.' Thea began, clasping her hands in her lap and looking down briefly before facing his sympathetic eyes.
'I never had a choice, as much as I liked to fool myself that I did.' Here she snorted as if mocking her own naivety.
'I cannot escape them, I'm too deeply in the thick of it now.' Her mind was filled with a crystal image of Voldemort's disfigured face, followed by the look in Lucius' eyes as he came inside her.
Her voice hardened.
'But I now have the chance to give in completely, or fight the best I can so that I might just be able to help those who come after me.
I have no dreams of grandeur or heroism, but I will do everything I cannot to commit the atrocious acts that might be asked of me. I will find an alternative, because I have to.'

Dumbledore shook his head, his eyes brimming with sadness now.
'I have heard this before from one younger than yourself, and it pains me to have to watch another young life faced with such responsibility.
But,' He continued his eyes clearing slightly, 'I will do whatever is in my power to help you. You must however find it within yourself to trust Professor Snape and myself completely. I know that will be especially hard for you now.'
The last was spoken in a gentle voice, and Thea wondered just how much Snape had told him.
'I think I can do that.' Thea said in all honesty. After all, she now had no chance.
'Good.' Dumbledore nodded, and surprised her by placing a withered hand on her own. She stared at the back of his hand, seeing how soft that wrinkled skin appeared.
'You are a brave woman. I wish you the best of luck. Go with Severus now.'

Thea nodded, forcing herself to look Dumbledore in the eye as she said a sombre thank you, before following Snape from the room.

The walk down to his office was a long and silent one, but as soon as he had magically locked the door Thea exploded, all pretence of neutrality now gone.
'You used Veritaserum on me without my permission! Is this how you get people to trust you? By tricking them into taking controlling potions?'

Her hands were balled into fists, her chest heaving and her eyes flashing.
'I can only imagine what you made me tell you. What was it? All about my father? About his place in the Death Eaters? MY place in the Death Eaters?'

She stalked closer to him with every spat out question.
'My relationship with Lucius?' She stared into his eyes as she said it, knowing that he already knew, but desperate to see the look in his eyes as she said it. They flashed with disgust.
'What?' Thea hissed stepping up close to Snape's still form.
'You think we live in a happy little world where young girls get to choose who they love? Who they fuck? Well, we don't.'

Snape didn't say anything, his eyes just stared into hers, and again Thea could not read them.
She seemed to deflate suddenly as her shoulders fell and she dropped her face into her hands.
'Don't cry.' Snape found himself saying, and Thea's head jerked up as if he had struck her.
'I don't cry anymore.' Her voice was a hoarse, angry whisper. 'Not anymore.'

Snape didn't ask what had been the event that had made her make such a resolution.
'Thea, please, take a seat.' Snape sighed his voice quiet and controlled. She merely stood glaring at him, her hands still balled into fists at her side.
Snape held back the urge to roll his eyes.
'I know my method was unorthodox but I had to know your exact intentions.' His voice was level.
'I knew you would one day be initiated into the Death Eaters, but I was unsure as to whether you would do so willing, and whether you would attempt to set yourself up as a double agent.'
'Like you, you mean.' Her voice was full of scorn.

Snape was unmoved. 'Yes, like me. It isn't easy. And becoming intimately involved with an influential member doesn't help things.'
Thea flew at him. Snape quickly pulled out his wand, but Thea did not seem concerned with magical attacks. When she reached him she pounded her fists against his chest, screaming at him.
'Don't you judge me! Don't you dare judge me!'

Snape caught her wrists, but Thea was struggling like a wild cat, and in an attempt to restrain her he pinned her against the nearest wall.
The sudden contact knocked the wind out of her slightly, but when she got her breath back she stared up at him with vicious eyes.
'Why is it that so many men take pleasure from pinning me against walls all of a sudden?'

Snape let go of her wrists quickly, but did not step away.
'Miss Carter, it would do you good to remember not to charge members of the faculty in future, especially not those trained in the Dark Arts.' His voice was cool and controlled.

Thea glared up at him for a moment, and then closed her eyes briefly. When they reopened the fury was gone replaced with a haunted look that Snape found far more disconcerting.
'I'm sorry.' She whispered sounding ashamed, yet still she held his eye.
'It's just that Lucius.' She paused, swallowed, tried again.
'Lucius, he. . . . I. . .' She gave up, closing her eyes and dropping her head. She couldn't tell Snape, one of the few people she respected and admired, that she liked Lucius only for his body and how he made her feel when he touched her.

When she opened her eyes she found Snape gazing down at her with a soft look in his eyes. She had never seen such an expression in the professor's face before. His face looked gentler now, younger. His dark hair was pushed back from his face, but a thick strand had fallen across his forehead. Instinctively Thea found herself pushing it back and tucking it behind his ears. His eyes registered a brief look of shock, which was quickly covered with a blank stare.

Thea was suddenly transfixed by his black eyes. She rested her hand on his face, and raising herself very slightly she pressed her lips to Snape's. She felt him jerk back but he did not break the kiss. It was tender and probing, but just as Thea felt him begin to respond he pulled away from her, grabbing her forearms to hold her physically away.
'Thea.' His voice was ever so slightly shaky.
'I'm your professor. Despite everything that has happened, you are still a student of this school.'

Thea blinked, shook her head.
'Yes, of course. I'm sorry professor. I just. . .' She stopped, placed a hand over her eyes and shook her head.
'How stupid of me.' She pulled herself from his grip. 'Please unlock the door.'

Snape frowned. 'Thea. .'
'Professor.' She interrupted her voice cold.
'Don't make this worse for me. Open the door.'

He did so and watched as she hurried from his study one hand held over her lips as if she couldn't believe what she had done with them only a few seconds before.

Sighing in frustration Snape sank down into a chair by the hearth, tapping his wand on the side table and taking the glass of port that appeared there.
He had wanted her then. For the first time in a while he had felt something stir within him, but he could not fool even himself to believe it was anything other than a primal urge.

He admired Thea, respected her, but that wasn't what had made him want to pin her roughly against the wall and plunge himself deep inside of her. No, that was just lust. And the poor girl didn't need another empty sexual relationship.

Snape took a thoughtful sip of his drink. How he regretted what had just occurred, and yet part of him was pleased, flattered that a young woman like Thea would find him attractive.
He shook his head. He had to help this girl without threatening his own position; he couldn't afford to get emotionally, or sexually, involved with her. He had to keep his famous cool. But still.. . . Snape closed his eyes and remembered the gentle caress of Thea's lips on his.
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