Forbidden Spells

All in my head

I sit up in bed, thinking about what to do. I mean he has let me stay here in his bed the least I could do is ask him if he wants it back. I anxiously bite my lip as I rock back and forth, why on earth was I so nervous right now? I sigh and slowly swing my legs over the bed and begin to walk towards the door. I look down to see my hands tremble slightly.

I creep down the hallway, trying my best to ignore the creaking floorboards. I get to the living room and Snape is nowhere to be sign, I see Pipsqueak asleep on the leather chair he was sat on early. Where did he go? I think to myself. I had only seen part of his chambers, I didn't want to be nosey but curiosity had the best of me; I wander down the hall way to a room that looked like a library. The walls were full of bookshelves and in the middle of the room there was a oak table with a single piece of parchment and a quill. I wonder over to the desk to see if there was anything written on it. It was blank.

"I thought you were asleep"

I swing around to see Snape stood in the doorway, he was dressed in a black suit with a navy blue tie. I knew I was staring, he looked amazing. He pulled of a suit really well, I had never seen him in anything other than his usual black clothes and cloak. I realised I had not said anything in all the time I had been admiring him.

"S-sorry, I came to look for you, because- well actually its kind of silly it doesn't matter" I say barely able to maintain eye contact

"Were you cold?" he asks slowly lifting his gaze from the floor to me

"I wasn't, no. I thought maybe you were and if you wanted to you could have your bed back and I could sleep on the sofa. I really don't mind" I say, stuttering from the nerves.

He walks towards me slowly, I dare not look up at him because If I did I would most likely turn red and he would know he makes me feel some type of way. I would be so embarrassed if he did know because of his position. He is a teacher of course and things like that are nearly almost looked down upon and considered wrong.

"Well we have a little problem then don't we" he says, now looming over me like a giant.

"What do you mean, what problem" I ask, I was so confused.

"This sleeping arrangement, I don't want to be cold and I don't want you to be cold" he says, staring at me.

"We could just share the bed" I say, without even thinking.

He stands there for a while just looking at me. I cannot believe I just said that! WHY did I just say that. I could feel myself going all red, I slowly look up at him and his eyes met mine.

"Left or Right" he asks with a slight grin, what on earth was happening?

"Sorry but what do you mean by that" I ask, I must seem so stupid to him right now.

"What side of the bed do you sleep on" he says, still looking at me

"The right side, always" I say, he looks at me with a shocked expression on his face. Had I said something wrong? Either that or we were going to have a argument over the right side.

"Off you go then. I will be in shortly" he says with a stern tone.

I nod and walk down the hallway back to his chamber. There was no way I just did that. NO WAY did I just ask my mood swing prone, dark as the night, if ever so slightly gorgeous professor to share the bed with me. What was wrong with me.

I open the cover to the bed once again and climb in, I made sure there was plenty of room for him so we would not be touching. "Oh god" I think to myself. I am prone to night terrors which means I get really vivid nightmares and everything feels so real, when I move in my nightmare I move in real life. Hopefully tonight nothing would happen and I could share the bed with my professor normally.

I replay that last sentence in my head: "I could share the bed with my professor normally"

I hear footsteps approaching the room, I quickly snuggle down in the bed to make it look like I had been trying to sleep. Snape walks in, he is now dressed in smart black and grey pyjamas. Yet again he looks good and in Pyjamas? He seemed to be able to pull anything off. He stands in the doorway for a couple of seconds before slowly walking to the left side of the bed. He doesn't say a word, he only gives me a small glint of a smile. I turn on my side facing away from the left as to not stare at him.

I could feel the bed move as he tossed the cover over him, it sent a cold breeze across my back. We both lay there in silence for a good few minutes. He let out a very faint sigh that made me think this bothered him or something, well of course it did. He was sharing his bed with a student for goodness sake. I had to admit; for once it was nice to have someone with me, it made me feel slightly better than I did.

"I'm sorry" he says out loud, I open my eyes.

"What do you mean, you have nothing to be sorry for" I say with a smooth tone

"Your mother. Coming here, ready for adventures with friends and all that falling apart before anyone had a chance to get to know you" he said, his voice sounded serious yet sincere. He spoke like he truly knew how it felt. He didn't seem to be phased by me, so I decide to ask the dreaded question.

"Are you not scared of me" I ask

"I don't tend to believe in legends. I believe that people are quick to judge and that the world is a cruel place. The worst things happen to the nicest people. So no, Miss Shirley. I am not scared of you" he replies

I let out a smile and turn over to face him, to my surprise his face met mine. "Had he been facing me this entire time?" I think to myself.

We were now face to face, he looks into my eyes. I was captivated in his. They were dark as night, but beautiful. He slowly moves his hand up to my face and caresses my cheek with his thumb, I lean into his hand. He pulls my entire body towards him. He places his hand under my chin and looks me in the eyes. I place one hand on his shoulder and the other on the back of his head, he pulls me close to him and holds my gaze. He looks at my lips, then back up to me. I nod and we both move-

*DRRRR DRRRR DRRRRRRRR*

I wake up with a massive jolt, I turn around frantically trying to find the alarm. I sit up and slowly look to my left. There was nobody there, I really just dreamt the whole situation in my head. "It felt so real though, I think to myself" I let out a sigh of relief as Snape appears in the doorway, smiling at me.

It was all just a dream... or was it-

END OF CHAPTER 8! I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED THIS ONE <3