Ella Dawn is a Hogwarts student, prepared to finish the last six months of her final year. Without warning, her life takes an unexpected turn when she confesses her love to her dark, and mysterious, Professor. From there, the plot thickens, and she'...
I woke up Saturday morning, running my fingers through my hair. It was a tangled mop from the night before, and I should've known to put it down before going straight to bed. There were bobby-pins everywhere, poking out in all directions, and I was worried how I might get the hair-tie removed from my hair.
With a struggle, I managed to free myself of the tangled mess, only to be left with a disheveled look. Feeling it good enough for the weekend, I pulled it back again and called it good. Students would be piling into the Great Hall for breakfast, and I decided that I should do the same.
Joining the Slytherins, I tried to listen in on their conversation, but immediately gave up when I realized they were discussing a game of Quidditch. I'd never cared much for the sport, and certainly not enough to join in on the topic. It was bad enough that they needed me on the team as their beater because no one else was qualified.
Instead, I turned my gaze over to the Head table where I watched Professor Snape speak with Albus Dumbledore.
I caught myself daydreaming as I thought of he and I alone in his classroom once again. His hand sliding down my back as his lips met mine, and, without realizing, I let out an inaudible groan. No one at the table noticed, but Snape immediately turned his eyes on me where I found my face turning pale. Could he tell what I was thinking? Of course not, I was over exaggerating.
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Having only picked at my morning breakfast, I decided it was best to head back to the dormitories. There was no way I could sit under Snape's glare any longer, especially if he had been able to miraculously read my thoughts.
Before I'd had a chance to get back to the dormitory, Snape had turned the corner, blocking my path.
"Miss Dawn, how many times do I have to tell you to keep your thoughts to yourself?" Snape insisted with a low growl.
"I thought I was," I admitted, bashfully, as I tried to stop my face from turning as red as a tomato. Unfortunately, I'd failed.
"Next time I suggest something, I expect you to listen. You seem to be rather incompetent at following my orders." Snape said, frustratingly, as he rolled his eyes.
"Maybe if you'd take your own advice I'd find myself more capable of listening," I suggested, opinionatedly. Sure, what I'd done was wrong, but he'd also crossed a line by kissing me as well.
"Collect your thoughts and be on your way before I start taking points from Slytherin," he demanded, using his authority against me.
Not willing to risk it in fear that he was telling the truth, I scampered off down the corridor with what was left of my dignity. ———————————————
"You did what?" George asked when I tried to explain to him and his brother what took place that morning in the Great Hall.
"Have you gone mad? The man scares children!" Fred admitted, shocked.
