- Chapter 6 -

I'm sitting at the Slytherin table in the great hall. Lola is sitting next to me. We have been talking with Pete and Aris about the upcoming quidditch season. I am going to be one of the team's chasers again, I made the team in my second year and have been playing ever since. I love the rush I feel whenever I'm flying through the stadium. It is by far my favorite activity to do when I need to clear my head. I feel the most at peace when I have a broom under me and a quaffle in my hand.

Dinner has ended a little while ago and I don't have much time before I have to go and meet Snape for detention. I haven't been able to think about anything else all day. I don't understand what is happening to me, but I do know I don't like it. 

Lola, Aris, and Pete are currently talking about Aris' performance in last year's final quidditch match. Well, Aris is mainly talking to Lola and Pete is staring in front of him.  Aris loves talking about himself. I notice how Lola gives him a playful push while giving him a seductive smile. It's quite sickening. She clearly likes him but she doesn't want to admit it. It's a shame because they would make a cute couple.

I take a look at my watch and notice that it's already 7:55. Detention starts in 5 minutes and I promised not to be late. Oh god, this is starting off great.

I quickly say my goodbyes to everyone and make my way out of the hall towards the staircases that lead to the dungeons. I ascend the steps two at a time and sprint the rest of the way until I reach the potions classroom. The hallways are practically deserted.

I gather Snape is already in his office so I quietly try the handle and push open the door. I walk inside and make my way towards his office door at the back of the classroom. I lightly knock on the door and wait a moment before I hear someone say enter.

I quietly open the door. Snape is sitting behind his desk and is huddled over some papers. He doesn't look up when I enter. I close the door and take a seat.

After several minutes he finally looks up. "Good evening Ms. Black, I have put a bucket with some water and a brush over there," He says pointing towards the corner of the room. "I want you to clean the entire floor, no magic allowed. And make it quick, I have some more chores for you to do after you've finished." He looks at me with his cold gaze.

I swallow, this is going to be hell. "Okay, professor," I say while getting up from my seat.

I sigh. "What a great way to spends one's birthday," I mumble under my breath as I walk towards the bucket to start my chores. I am going to be here all night.

"Hold"

I stop and turn around. He is looking at me with a curious look.

"Yes, professor?" I say with my most girly voice.

He flinches slightly. "Don't do that,"

"Do what, professor?" I ask while giving him an innocent look.

"Act like that, speak like that. I don't like it." He says while turning back towards his papers.

I look at him, surprised. "I really don't know what you mean sir."

He sighs.

After a few minutes where none of us has said anything, I decided to break the silence. "What was it you wanted sir?"

He looks up from his papers. His black eyes piercing mine. "I wanted to ask what you just mumbled."

I give him a puzzled look. After a few seconds, I realize he is talking about the thing I said about my birthday. Nobody here knows my birthday and I'd like to keep it that way.

"Oh, nothing important sir," I say.

He gives me a curious glance. "Very well then, go back to work." He impatiently waves me off.

I quickly turn around and let myself fall on my knees next to the bucket. This will take a while.

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It's already 10 in the evening when I finally finish cleaning the floor. I'm exhausted. I got distracted by what Snape had said about how I acted and the fact that he didn't like it, a lot. I just can't get my head around what it meant. Does he actually like my usual behavior? Snape was sure to bring me back to reality though, he often cleared his throat to get me back. Once when that didn't work he even threw something at me.

My hands are sore from holding the brush and my knees almost give way from all the kneeling when I finally stand up after 2 hours. I know he said I had to do more, and I am already dreading it. I just want to go to sleep and get this day over with. I turn around and see that Snape is still working on whats looks like some students' essays which he is probably grading. I throw the brush in the bucket and lift it up.

I walk over to his desk and put the bucket down. He looks up from his work and frowns at me. Some hair strands have fallen from my ponytail and are sticking to my face. I quickly remove them with my free hand. I probably look gross. I can't wait to take a shower and get this sweat and dust off of me.  

"I've finished sir, what am I to do next?" I ask him. His eyes pierce through mine as if they are trying to find something. I shiver.

He gives me one final glance before turning back to his papers. "Nothing Ms. Black. You are done. I do expect you back here tomorrow at 1 sharp." He says. His deep voice has gotten a bit raw from not having spoken in quite a few hours. It's quite sexy. Okay no I did not just think that.

I look at him confusingly, not that he can see me though. 'But you said..." Before I can say more he cuts me off.

"I know what I said Ms. Black, now go before I change my mind." He still has his eyes trained on the papers. I can see him looking at me through the corner of his eyes very briefly though.

"Okay, t-thanks sir" I stutter. I really don't know what to think, Snape has never let me off easy. Or anybody for that matter. 

I let go of the bucket and head for the door. I take one more look at him and I find he is still bowed over his paperwork.

I push open the door and walk out. It's very cold in the classroom and my robes don't do much to cover me from it. I shiver.

I quietly walk towards the common room, I have absolutely no interest in attracting Peeves right now.

Once arrived at my dorm I let myself fall on my bed. Lola is already asleep in her bed. A million thoughts, and questions for which I have no answers, go through my mind before I finally fall into a deep sleep. Except for this time I'm dreaming about someone I should not be dreaming about.

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Okay, I'm getting all the feels, they are just the cutest (okay I'm weird and enjoying this way too much I know lmao), soooo what ya think? why he let her off the hook;) lmk ur opinions and suspicions hehe.

Okay, I'm gonna go before I embarrass myself even more:)

Love, Irs