Infatution || Severus Snape and Aurora Pierce

The Beggining Of Love

Severus Snape blinked not once, but twice. It dawned on him that the room seemed colder. Blood is what he smelled. Like copper on concrete. This horrid smell hit him, with a state of confusion. Not to mention the memories it brought back. He'd lay in bed and still remember the stench of suffering.

Too smell such wrench, caused a sudden stop in his body. To think he would get back into a empty quiet class. He was mistakenly wrong because the sight he saw was not the Aurora he knew.

Her body slouched onto his seat in the front. She was wet—drenched in a mixture of water and a red substance. Her hair, now bunched onto just one shoulder, covered the left of her eye. A shudder ran through his body as he watched Aurora staring directly to the ground. The wand she carried in her hand, tightly gripped he thought she might break it.

Severus couldn't see too much, only her figure and parts of her hair and forehead. The rest was completely dark, shaded by the curtains of her matted hair. Even the moon was slightly covered, creating a sudden shadow of reflection.

The image in front was like a painting. A queen standing in her thrown waiting to see the lower class fail. It was Tyranny. Except this queen didn't possess the luxury of gems around her gorgeous body and a tight corset. Her hair wasn't pinned in such means to make her skull explode.

No this was the goddess of death. Women of outrage. How could he know such?

Severus Snape can feel bitterness. Outrage of events. This was his life.

"Ms.Pierce?"

The door slammed shut, giving a sudden drift out of Severus. She'd managed to make him wince. The chill ran across the backbone, with only two adults in an office. This sentiment felt like striding on broken glass—barefoot.

Severus perked up, brows gnawing together.

"What is the meaning of this?" Something was wrong. Aurora wasn't speaking like she normally did, barking a sly remark. Instead, she hadn't even looked up to see him, and he so desperately hated it. Severus wanted Aurora to see every inch of him. Just like he did to her.

Her wand jerked, closing up the door in a loud, harsh click.

Severus's jaw locked in place with heavier breaths than usual at the power of her. Except it didn't chime like the vanilla sunshine women he knew. This order sounded with unemotional detachment. It was a voice rough, with spitting facts of hate.

"Sit down Professor Snape."

That was all she reacted to make him stiffen in place. His lip part, bewildered by her instructions. This had to be a shattered dream. Somewhat of a drenched nightmare. A pinch of his skin resulted in nothing but a mark on reality.

"Do not make me repeat myself." Aurora barked, still not giving her eyes to his dilated ones.

By now he rested onto the chair, clearing his throat. He felt stiff. More uncomfortable than he had been in years. Aurora wasn't acting normal and he knew that.

••••

AURORA'S POV

I was senseless.

Unfeeling.

Paralyzed.

••••

Severus wanted so badly to brush the hair out of her covered face. Caress her smooth skin with the pad of his thumb. He'd felt warmth being next to her. It was until now, he felt his stomach drop. His eyes stiffened towards her waiting because if she didn't say anything during these past minutes his head would explode.