Harriet Potter 1

Occlumency

At dinner Harriet dragged out the meal for as long as she could. She was dreading the evening ahead of her, her first occlumency lesson. She could feel Snape watching her from the staff table.

At least it had meant that her detentions with Umbridge were delayed. In fact Umbridge had seemed quite pleased with the fact that another teacher had found Harriet to be lacking.

At last Harriet reluctantly made her way down to the dungeons and knocked on the door.

The door swung open and Snape's tall form loomed over her.

He seemed to freeze when his eyes met her face. Something Harriet couldn't read lingered in his dark gaze.

"Potter where are your glasses? Not good enough for the chosen one I expect" he sneered.

Harriet bit down on her lip hard, holding back the instinctive response that threatened.

"I'm wearing contacts, Professor" she said in the calmest voice she could manage.

He didn't reply as his gaze bored into hers, searching. Probably trying to see if she really was wearing contacts. Was he going to take house points for wearing contacts now?

He turned away from her, leading her into the room.

At last he turned toward her and spoke, his deep baritone a deceptive caress. "I will attempt to penetrate and you will attempt to resist."

Wait, what?

Oh, occlumency.

Her face burned from her moment of embarrassed confusion.

His nasty knowing sneer drove her up the wall. She would love to wipe that smile off his face. "Is that how you are used to doing it?" Harriet fired back before she could control herself.

His mouth twitched almost imperceptibly before he pointed his wand at her "Legillimens!"

Harriet was assaulted with images of being bullied by Dudley.

She felt her knees crashing into the ground and she could hear a groan that seemed to come from far away.

The images stopped.

Her scar was on fire and Harriet scrunched her eyes tight, fighting back tears of pain. She was curled onto the ground where she had fallen. Her knees were weak and she felt as though if she stood her legs might give way beneath her.

A pale hand extended before her.

Harriet hesitated before taking it. The prouder part of her would have preferred to stumble back to her feet by herself, even knowing she would fall.

His palm was rough against hers and surprisingly firm.

"You are not resisting, Potter. I am able to penetrate without even so much as a hint of resistance."

"Perhaps I'm enjoying having you penetrate me." Harriet fired back before thinking.

Merlin, Hermione was right, she really did need to work on controlling her mouth.

Snape's lips curled cruelly. "While that may be, I am not sure that you would enjoy being penetrated by the dark lord half as much."

His endless obsidian gaze was locked onto hers and Harriet felt uncomfortable. She felt like this was different from his usual condescending glare.

He raised his wand to her again "legillimens!"

George's broad shoulders rippled as he fought to lock the bludgers into their box. He looked up to find her watching and grinned "Hey Potter got a date for the ball yet?"

Harriet snorted "I'd rather another round with the dragon."

George gave her a sideways grin "I'll bite the bullet."

"And take on the dragon?" Harriet replied, confused "I wouldn't recommend it."

"I'll take you to the ball. If you'll have me that is."

Harriet was so caught off guard that she struggled to string her answer into an intelligible sentence "oh yeah, sure. I mean that would be great, thanks."

"Race you back up to the castle!"

Harriet's knees slammed into the the stone floor and she gasped with pain as she felt her skin split. Blood trickled down her calf.

"Show me that" he commanded gesturing to her injured leg.

Harriet put her foot up on the desk so her knee was exposed to him. Her skirt slid back, exposing her thigh, but Harriet made no move to fix it. Good, she hoped she was making him uncomfortable.

He passed a calloused thumb over her knee and a full body shudder ran through her.

Merlin, what was wrong with her!

The injury was healed.

Harriet did not thank him. After all, it was his fault in the first place.

"That should be enough for tonight I think" he said softly.

"Done penetrating me, are you?" Harriet snapped.

His answering sneer was almost predatory "only for tonight."