My Sin

By Duck

Summary: Snape's pov as he falls for a young and precocious little devil of a Ravenclaw. Very much inspired by Nabokov's novel Lolita, not to mention the 98' movie which was banned from cinemas here in the U.S. That means sex ppl, between a certain potions master and a student! Don't say I didn't warn you! This may eventually get posted on another site.

Disclaimer: I do not own the world of Harry Potter, only Dolores is my creation. I am but a poor student with nothing but pen and paper; it would be quite useless to sue me; unless of course you want my pen and paper.

Note: Has been revamped to include OoTP elements, but still quite A.U.

Prologue

"…She saw the awful lone longing in my lowered eyes…"-Nabokov, Lolita

I had never even given her a second glance until the end of her fourth year. It was an unusually warm Sunday and I of all people had been assigned that afternoons watch of the first and second floors. I would have much rather spent the day in the cool darkness of my dungeons, but when it comes to your watch, no one calls in sick. Even if they do have a severe aversion towards sunny days. Then again, if I had, I might never have discovered was a perfect little demon she was.

She was nestled onto the ledge of one of the big circular windows set into the end of the second story hall. I must admit I was frozen for a moment. She was barefoot in a simple white linen dress, her school robe abandoned on the floor, scratching away at a leather bound book. The sunlight gave her hair a soft dark red glow and her skin was wonderfully tanned, she paused her writing to blow a sticky pink bubble and suck it noisily into her pretty little mouth.

I took a few steps closer and cleared my throat loudly in what I hope was an intimidating manner. She didn't even startle; just turned her translucent storm-grey eyes toward me. One of her legs dangled over the ledge, I had to muster up all my strength to avoid reaching toward it. I glared up at her, something I am not at all used to.

"Your name?" I demanded

She stared for a moment chewing thoughtfully, before setting aside her writing and joining me on the floor, landing like a cat.

"Dolores Archer, Fourth year, Ravenclaw." She smiled up at me prettily.

"You should not be climbing onto the window ledges, Miss Archer. And get rid of that gum!"

She swallowed the gum with wide-eyed innocence "I beg your forgiveness Professor. I enjoy writing in that particular spot, but that is no excuse for such behavior."

Of course, I had expected the usual sort of stammering excuse, not this eloquent reasoning. Well, she was a Ravenclaw; they were always a rather witty bunch, they knew when to argue and when to submit. Perhaps I could let this slide just this once. I upped the glare a notch, so she wouldn't get any ideas that I was being soft.

"If I catch you again, I will have you scrubbing cauldrons."

"Yes, Professor." said Dolores in a soft little voice. There was that smile again, teasing, private, coy. She gathered her things, walked down the length of the hall and disappeared around the corner.

I knew had seen her somewhere before. I spent all of my free time the next day looking through the student records. How Minerva maintains that filing system I will never know; you would think it to be neat as a pin. I found her file an hour and two paper cuts later.

Name: Dolores Marguerite Archer

Year: Fourth

House: Ravenclaw

Parents: Pascal Archer and Paloma La Reina

Classes: Ancient Runes, Divination

Grades: Excellent overall, Acceptable in Divination

First and Second year Notes: No records available

Third year Notes: Transferred from Beauxbatons Academy. One detention from McGonagall for giggling in class, two from Trelawney for talking back and "disturbing the karma within the classroom"

Fourth year Notes: One detention from Trelawney for "disrespecting her inner eye", one from Filch for running in the hallways.

Now I remembered. The heads of all the houses had to attend her private sorting ceremony when she arrived. Dolores was just an innocent girl-child then with a vaguely French accent, and a rather coltish manner sitting on that stool legs swinging idly. She'd flashed me that same smile, that's what I remembered, of course, it was more pure then with none of the teasing it had now.

That's when I really began to pay attention to her. I am very sure she noticed and encouraged me in that subtle way she has. She kept giving me that little smile. She would leave the top two buttons of her shirt undone and stretch her back dramatically. When she turned in her papers, she would let her hand linger ever so slightly against mine. At first I thought I had imagined all this, then, one day she winked at me before disappearing from the classroom.

I observed her whenever I could without looking suspicious. One Saturday I watched her tan and gossip in the grass with two other girls who called her Dolly or Lo. She wore little more than her under things, giving me a wonderful view of that lithe body. She was always moving; a blur of light in the halls. Sometimes she would stare into nothingness, and I would catch a glimpse of stillness that you would never have expected to see. She had a darker side as well; tended to bully the younger students and lash out in anger. I was almost relieved to discover this; she wasn't perfect after all, these flaws made her even more human. Merlin, how I wanted her.

The last day of the school year, I watched Dolores prepare to leave for the summer. She hugged a handful of girls goodbye, shook hands with a few teachers and yelled something obscene in French to an older boy. Then, as if she could feel my longing from such a distance, looked up at the window in which I was standing. She disappeared from my view and a few moments later appeared with a flying leap into my arms. Her lips pressed hotly against mine, her warm legs wrapped around me and I returned her affections. Then next instant she was pulling away, sliding against me as her feet returned to the stone floor. I leaned against the wall for support, an ache started deep inside me as I watched her dash down the hall. And then my Dolores was gone for the summer.

Duck Ahhh… such romance. Such a forbidden tale of doomed love. Isn't Snape wonderfully obsessive? Constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated. I must warn you; I'm a little sensitive when it comes to such things (A horrible side effect from an overtly cruel teacher early in my education). But I really do hope you review anyways! Cheers, Ta!