Truly Madly Darkly Chapter 1

Snape turned the cold handle of his office door slowly, hearing a foot tapping from the other side of the door; he opened it and strode inside.

A young girl stood leaning against his desk, one foot tapping from inside a small heeled school shoe.  She looked up as he entered, trying not to look to guilty.

"You know why I called you back after class, Miss Valentine?" A slight scowl took his face as he spoke. He did not like troublesome school kids.

"Yes Sir," she said whilst looking down at the floor, scraping it with the toe of her shoe all the while, "I was talking and passing notes during class, and drawing."

Snape took a piece of parchment out from the inside pocket of his robes.

"Not that you aren't an incredibly talented artist Miss Valentine, this does not belong on your potions work." He turned it to face her and she held back a smile as she saw the detailed drawings of her wolves staring back at her in the margins of her parchment.

She opened her mouth to speak, but Snape silenced her.

"How old are you Miss Valentine?"

"Seventeen sir."

"Old enough to know better then."

"But still young enough to try and get away with it." She hoped she had not overstepped a mark.

Snape smirked and turned his attention away from the parchment, he lifted his head to study her as he handed it back to her. He noted her foot scraping along the floor as she kept her head dipped, avoiding his eyes, he tried not to look at the slender legs under knee high socks, the short but modest skirt hanging just above the knee, the small curved waist. He tore his eyes away and back to her face as she traced the wolves with her slender fingers.

"I expect that to be fully rewritten to the correct standard Kris- Miss Valentine." Snape growled, flustered that he had not looked away sooner. She had noticed him.

He flicked his hair over his face and swept behind his desk without looking at her, there he sat down and busied himself.

"You may leave Miss Valentine. I expect you back here tomorrow at the same time to hand it in."

After hearing no sounds he looked up to see her staring at him, her face red and a quill in her hand. She replaced it in his holder without a sound and tore a bit of her parchment off, then handed it to him.

"Keep it." She whispered as she got up off the desk and walked towards the door hurriedly.

He watched her shut the door before looking down at the ripped parchment, on it was a wolf. But no ordinary wolf, it has the same black locks that hung at the sides of his face, and the same slightly scowling expression, ears laid back. Under the drawing, was her signature, Krissy, with a simple kiss beside it. She knew.