Unforgivable (A Severus Snape Love Story)

Chapter 13

Severus's POV

What was I thinking? Why would I encourage that?!?

I had to get out of the situation in the least awkward way possible, but how would I explain to her that I made a mistake in taking her to bed with me?

I had an idea as soon as my Dark Mark started burning. I leapt from the bed, used magic to clothe myself, and apparated. Surely, she would wonder why I had left so quickly, though? I would simply explain to her that I was summoned. She would understand.

Posey's POV

Severus left in a hurry. His Dark Mark was probably burning, meaning he was being summoned. I stretched and then remembered the events of last night. Crap.

What have I done? He would probably hate me now! Why did I let it happen? Why didn't I say no?? I quickly put my clothes on and ran from his quarters, out of the dungeons, and towards the front doors of Hogwarts.

That is, until I was caught by a blob of pink wool.

"Miss Richter? A word, please," she called. I stifled a groan of frustration as I walked over to her. "Please, come to my office." I followed her reluctantly and was told to have a seat. What had she done to this office?? It was pink and covered in cat plates!

"You're probably wondering why I called you in here," she squeaked. I couldn't help myself. It was too easy!

"Is it because of my charming personality and interior decorating skills?" She laughed at my joke and had me sit down.

"Actually, it's about the activities of certain students. Are you, in any way, involved in the antics of a large group of students?"

"I don't have enough friends for that. I, unfortunately, have no idea what you're talking about." I must have had a smug look on my face, because her kind expression changed to a sinister one.

"Don't make me use harsh means to extract the information I'm looking for," she threatened.

"I don't know what you're after, so how can I tell you what I don't know?" I had a feeling this wouldn't end well.

"Madam, I caught another one!" a voice behind us said loudly. Filch was dragging Fred Weasley in. Yes, it was Fred. George wouldn't have gotten caught.

"Nice job, Weasley," I teased. He grinned at me as he was shoved into a chair.

"Mister Weasley, what connection do you have to the illegal Dark Arts Defence club?" Umbridge demanded. Her smile was gone.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Professor," he answered innocently. If I didn't know better, I would have believed him.

"Oh, what a pity. It seems you two will serve detention with me tonight. Be here by six o'clock sharp, or your punishment will be more severe. You are dismissed." Okay, even I was confused. Did she think I was lying? I am many things, but a liar is not one of them! I honestly didn't know what they did in that club. I knew it existed at some point, but I didn't know it was still going on! And why would she ask a Weasley? Especially one of the twins! They were notorious pranksters! They weren't above lying.

I decided to go on my walk. It was just before Christmas holiday, and the snow was falling in small, delicate flakes. I inhaled a breath of fresh air and sighed.

When did my life get so complicated? Oh, right. Killing your dad complicates things a little. But now? Now it's even more complex because I have a prophecy, I have slept with a teacher, and I still don't have many friends. Sure, I have those six pals from History of Magic, but they haven't talked to me in a while. We only talk in class now. The Weasley Twins still joke with me a lot, but do they really see me as a friend?

Along my walk, I kicked a stone and summoned my patronus, just to have the illusion of someone to talk to. The blue, whispy Thestral walked along next to me and listened to me.

"Theresa," I named it, "why does my life have to be all complicated? Why can't I just be normal like all the other witches my age?" There was no reply, of course. My happy thoughts were fading, causing my patronus to dissipate. I put my wand away and lobbed the stone I was kicking into the lake. It was so frustrating!

I sunk down onto the roots of a tree and buried my face in my arms. I wish mum was here.