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Secretly Slytherin	By : Veresna Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 12269 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 16: A Short Time for Reflection
Snape closed the door behind him and walked over to the spiral staircase. Upon sensing that there was someone waiting to descend it, the staircase began to reverse itself, and the stairs began going in a downward direction. Before he had a chance to step unto it, however, he heard the door open and close again and turned to find Helena striding towards him, a slight blush on her face and a decidedly wicked glint in her eye.
"Before you go, Professor-"
"Yes, Miss Harrison?"
"I just wanted to tell you how nice it was of you to send that letter of recommendation."
He shrugged. "I believe I told you that I would do so," he replied in an offhand tone of voice. "And you do deserve it," he added lightly.
There was a fleeting look of doubt across her face upon hearing these words.
"Because of your academic prowess," he assured her.
There was a look of relief in her eyes. "Oh, good, I was hoping it was not merely because," she hesitated, "we’ve been getting along so well together, lately," she teased.
"Indeed not," he affirmed.
She smiled and held out her hand. "I do want to thank you, though," she continued.
He took her hand and returned the smile. "Oh, you will, Miss Harrison. Believe me, you will."
She giggled and then glanced back at the door to Dumbledore’s office for a moment before moving closer to him, releasing his hand from her grasp and placing both hands on his upper arms. "Do I really have to meet you in the Forbidden Forest tonight?" she whispered "Couldn’t I please just come to your office? Or your room?" The last was said with just a hint of pleading in her voice.
He shook his head firmly and reached up to remove her hands from his arms. "No," he replied firmly. "First, you have to prove to me that you are truly capable of complete transfiguration. But, I think you will like your reward for doing so," he added, leaning towards her, a conspiratorial tone to his voice.
She sighed and placed her hands on her hips.
"Why are you so afraid of the Forest?" he asked, suddenly, his eyes glittering and watchful.
"Who says I am?" she retorted, defiantly.
He moved his head to the side to regard her mockingly.
She sighed again. "It just…..I feel so creepy whenever I’m near there. I’m not afraid of what’s in there, exactly, it’s more like….." Her voice trailed off, and her eyes looked troubled.
"You feel the force of Dark Arts Magic in it. And you can feel something in you respond to that?"
She nodded, her brows drawing together in a sudden frown.
"It’s hardly a surprise," he continued. "Anyone whose wand contains such a combination of light and dark magic as yours does would hardly be expected to be immune to it."
"What are you talking about?" she asked. A moment later her eyes narrowed and she demanded, "How do you know so much about my wand, anyway?"
He smiled and glanced back at the closed door of the office before turning to go back towards the stair. "This is not the place to discuss this further. I will see you tonight at eight o’clock. Meet me at the southeast corner of the Forest. Be sure you are not followed."
As he descended the stairs, he heard her open the door and reenter the office. He heard a voice saying "Oh, Helena, we wondered where you were….." before he continued down the staircase and the proceeded through the hidden door. He glided silently through the hallways as he made his way back down to the dungeon.
He first went back to the classroom to assure himself that everything was in order. He had been in such a state of shock before leaving that he had not made his usual check of the premises. He satisfied himself on that score and, retrieving his grade book from the desk, strode out of the room, locking the door behind him.
He let himself into his office and seated himself at his desk. He reached over with his left hand and opened the bottom drawer on that side, taking out a small vial filled with a dark blue liquid. He stared down at it, a slight frown wrinkling his brow as he did so. It was the contraceptive potion, the last vial that he had of it at the moment, actually. He had planned upon making more this week, of course. Lots more. But…..
His frown deepened and his gaze became thoughtful. But, he had expected to be making enough to last until June, hadn’t he? Now it appeared that he would not need to make quite so much for she would be gone much earlier than that. By the middle of January, she would be leaving Hogwarts. And him.
He placed the bottle down upon the desk and sat back in his chair for a moment, his hands folded in front of him and his eyes staring, unseeing, at the wall opposite him. He should be grateful to know that in just three months time he would need no excuse to end the affair if he began to tire of her, or if he felt it was becoming too dangerous to continue meeting. And he was, of course, thankful that it would not be the scandalous, abrupt ending that they had feared upon receiving Dumbledore’s note today. Neither of them had ever mentioned their affair lasting beyond the time that she remained at Hogwarts as a student. They had both assumed that next year she would be at the University, too far away and much too busily immersed in her studies for any thought of continuing their dalliance.
But that had seemed like such a long time away. Indeed, he told himself, she had looked very surprised and just a bit unhappy to hear the news that she would be going away so soon. And the fact that her first thought had been to glance at him meant that it was the thought of leaving him that troubled her.
Of course, he reasoned, she had been very practical and not at all sentimental earlier, when they were preparing to leave for Dumbledore’s office. The thought of leaving him had not seemed to overwhelm her then, he admitted. But, of course, they had been more concerned about the effect upon both of their lives from the scandal that would arise once their relationship became public knowledge. And, perhaps the thought had passed through her mind, as it had through his, that once the outrage had died down they would be free to continue their relationship if they wished.
He sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. The thought of her leaving so soon disturbed him as well. And much more than he cared to admit. He would miss her.
His eyes opened and he found himself leaning his head tiredly in his hands. He would miss her delightful little body, of course. It was immensely flattering, not to mention satisfying, to have such a pretty, and sexually curious and adventurous young woman giving herself to him so freely. Especially after so many years of relying upon paid whores to periodically release his pent-up sexual urges. But, more than that…..he liked her.
He blinked and heard his own voice coughing a short, derisive laugh into the air.
He liked her. And there had never been many people that he could ever, at any point in his life, truthfully said that about. Even more surprising was the fact that he was beginning to think that she truly liked him as well. Though there was still a great deal of mistrust between them, there was also a wealth of understanding. They appreciated each other’s intellect, magical abilities, and capacity for subterfuge, and she seemed distinctly willing to take him as he was. She expected him to be surly and short-tempered, and was able to fend off his well-aimed barbs with a great deal of equanimity. On the other hand, she also had proven that, when she was pushed, she could give as good as she got. She was manipulative, clever and fully capable of looking out for her own interests when left to her own devices. And, she could be deliciously witty, her own sense of humor as biting and as acerbic as his was. He had found himself looking forward to their conversations as well as their couplings.
He snorted and pushed his chair back from the desk. Which meant, no doubt, that it was probably for the best that she was leaving. His present position was precarious enough. He hardly needed to complicate his current situation by becoming dependent upon her, or, for that matter, entering into a permanent relationship with anyone at the moment. Much less with a daughter of one of his Death Eater compatriots. Especially, he considered, piecing together the clues he had already seen, if she was the daughter of who he thought she was.
Which didn’t mean, of course, that he couldn’t continue the affair and eventually find out if his suspicions were correct. And enjoy indulging himself in the meantime, while satisfying her own seemingly insatiable thirst for continued sexual instruction.
At that, a broad smile appeared on his face. He bent down again and opened another drawer, this time removing a package from it and placing it on top of his desk. He had meant to give it to her as a present sometime anyway. If, as he suspected, she managed a successful transfiguration tonight on top of her triumphant admission to the University, it would be quite fitting to present it to her tonight. And hope that she found it as intriguing as he did. After all, he smiled smugly, she did want to show her appreciation for that letter, didn’t she?
And then he looked at the vial of potion again and then glanced down at his watch. He had plenty of time to make up another batch of it, he supposed. His eyes glimmered. And, after all, he had been planning on using a different formulation this time. He looked back at the package. Perhaps he could use the gift first. After all, he might need a little bit of help to procure the one ingredient he was missing.
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