.:[.And I can't stand the thought of life, spent without your wicked eyes.]:. [snape 7 pt. one]

Four days had passed and nothing. Snape was back to ignoring her like he did every other student at Hogwarts. Exept, of course, Harry. This left her feeling empty and used. She did'nt want to admit it, but Chynna knew it was stupid of her to expect andything to come out of that one incident. A girl can dream, can't she?

Chynna tried to snuff out the feeling, but it always managed to find a way to nibble at her heart. The way she figured it, that night was just a weak moment for Snape, and a slip up like that would never happen again.

Chynna was with Draco a lot in those four days. Both in classes and out of them. Everything seemed to be normal. Chynna and Draco's relationship had been progressing. So much so, that the entire school now knew that they were seeing eachother. When walking down the halls together, people would stare and whisper to one another. Once or twice Draco had sent Crabbe and Goyle after people, which Chynna protested, but Draco absolutely insisted. Despite the extra attention, Chynna wasn't all that happy.

Draco, being the guy he was, persistently asked Chynna to do things that she was not accustomed to, and not yet comfortable doing. Oh, how he begged and pleaded, but everytime, her anser was "no." And that was exactly her answer this morning. "Please babe?" "No, Draco..." "Well, why not? Can't you see I'm dying here?" Chynna rolled her eyes, "Your'e fine Draco. You will absolutely survive, trust me." Draco groaned loudly. Surrounding students turned and glaredin their directionfrom their house tables. "Such a drama queen..." Chynna muttered under her breath.

In Defense Against the Dark Arts, Draco asked again. "Please? It's been an entire week since we started seeing eachother." "That's no excuse..." Chynna tapped on her desk, waiting for the class to start. As usual, Snape came in a little early, and when he did, utter silence fell across the room. Chynna didn't even bother looking up; she continued tapping on the desk. "Miss Canterbury," a voice boomed from the front of the room, "would you please pay attention in my classroom?! See me in my office tonight at 8!" Chynna nodded in response without taking her eyes off her desk. She didn't even attempt to pay attention in class that day.

Chynna didn't remember going to dinner that evening, yet somehow she found herself walking to Snape's office at exactly 8 O'clock. Snape was waiting for her outside his door, where he led her down the winding stairs into the dimly lit room that was his office. Though he didn't teach Potions anymore, the room was filled with jars. It looked strangely similar to the Potions closet.

Snape walked behind his desk and placed his hands on the hard surface. A small chair was facing the desk, which Chynna silently sat in. "Now, Miss Canterbury, would you be so kind as to explain to me why you have been slacking in my class?" "There's no real reason, sir," Chynna said unenthusiastically. "Don't lie to me," Snape said sternly. "I'm not lying, Professor. There's a sort of reason, but it's nothing." "Speak up then." "Well," she paused. "Lately I've been very distracted." "And do you know the cause of this distraction?" "Yes..." Chynna swallowed harshly. She didn't want to offend or upset Snape, but she felt then need to get everything out in the open. "Sir, you have been distracting me. First I catch you staring at me on multiple occasions, then you trap me in the Potions closet, then you completely ignore me. I do'nt understand what you're trying to get at..."

"Miss Canterbury," Snape said silkily. "You must understand my point of view. You have no idea what it is like for a teacher to have an interest in one of his students, and then have that teacher take the student-teacher relationship farther than it should ever go."

Chynna furrowed her brow. She never really was one to act and think sensibly in these sort of stressful situations. Ever since se was a child she acted based on her emotions, and she never thought things over thoroughly. "So are you saying you regret doing what you did?" "No... I never said that," Snape said blatantly. "I just wish it hadn't been you in the hallway that night, and I wish you hadn't provoked me so." Chynna huffed. "If it had not happened, then I would have easily been able to disguise my feelings for you." "And what, exactly, are those feelings?" Chynna questioned. Snape didn't speak, but moved from behind his desk to Chynna. He gently placed a cool hand on her warm neck, making Chynna's heart jump to her throat. "Why must you torture me like this?" he whispered.