Bad Intentions

Ch 8

*Severus POV*

I bang open the door to my private chambers, expecting silence and solitude. I get neither. But, what I see isn't unwelcome; just unusual.

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It's Alexa- I mean Miss Finite. Oh, who am I kidding... It's Alexandria. Soft music is playing from my radio in the corner and it looks as if she has taken to eating on my couch.

"Of all the times....." I mutter, depositing my armload of students' papers and essays onto the desk. "Hey, wake up."

She groans, shifting in her sleep so I may see her face properly. I admire the view- no, no I don't. I most definitely do not admire her small nose, the way her eyelids flutter in dreamstate, the fact that her freckles seem to have multiplied over the time I haven't been close to her. But most of all, I do not admire the fact that her rosy lips form a slight smile as her dream takes a positive turn.

But then her mouth (that I was not admiring, remember) turns down into a frown and she breathes more quickly. "No.... No, get away" she moans, shifting slightly.

"Wake up!" I say louder, shaking her shoulder with more force.

"No! Please, no!" She says,louder than before. I grow concerned, shifting her head up and slipping my form under hers so that her head is on my lap. Not that you can prove it....

"Alexandria!" I say, brushing her, surprisingly soft, hair out of her face.

"No! Please don't!"

"That's it." I say, giving into the inane idea of using my Occlumency to find out what's wrong. For all I know, it could be the memory where her mother is taken away, or it could be something worse... Something so much worse...

"Legilimens" I say, tapping my wand against her temple, feeling myself sucked into her nightmare.

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I'm standing against an altar... That Alex is walking towards. She's getting married... And I can't stop it because it's just a dream. But oh, do I want to stop it. I try to move, finding it impossible.

I cant help but think she looks beautiful. Because she does, standing there in a long white dress across from a faceless man. No really, he has no face, it's just blank.

"And do you, Alexandria Anahi Finite take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?" the preacher says.

Woah, woah, woah. Hold up. Didn't you skip a few things there?

"I... I..." She says, looking between her father in the pews and the faceless man in front of her. "I..."

"No." A man says from the end of the isle. "She doesn't." It's me, but its not.... It's some sort of dream-me...

"Severus!" Alexandria exclaims, dropping her flowers and hiking up her dress before running to meet dream-me halfway down the isle. I'm transported right next to dream-me and Alexandria while everything else fades to black.

"You came..." Alexandria whispers reverently, "You saved me..."

"I would never leave you." He whispers back, brushing her hair back from her face. "Now. How about we get you out of this dress?"

"Please" she giggles, throwing her arms around dream-me's neck.

"Lets go!" He says, smiling. Dream-me snatches her waist, spinning Alexandria around.

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The scene changes to a bedroom, a dim one with a theme of black and dark green. The bed hoisted on a platform, adorned with tens of pillows and laden with heavy blankets. But that's not what catches my attention, its what Alexandria and dream-me are doing. We're kissing, her dress gone and his shirt unbuttoned, exposing his pale chest and stomach.

I'm drawn to the bed, but only to see how similar dream-me and I are. Definitely not to examine just how perfectly the black lingerie clings to Alexandria's soft curves.

Definitely not to watch as their foreheads touch when they gasp in some much needed air. Definitely not to examine the way he gathers her up and tosses her onto the bed. And most definitely not to be aroused as he ravages her mouth with his own, straddling her as I have denied myself the pleasure of fantasizing about.

Suddenly, dream-me disappears. Alexandria sits up, her tank top pushed halfway up her stomach. I pray she cannot see me or my utter confusion.

I am not so lucky.

She catches my eye and gasps, hands flying up to cover her mouth.

"No" She breathes before it all goes black.

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Alexandria sits up fast, breathing heavily.

"Ale-" I start

She cuts me off with a simple "No"

"Alex-" I try again.

"Don't. Just- just don't." She says, getting up from the couch and making her way towards the door.

"Wait, Alexandria" I stand, reaching for her arm.

"...What..." She's stock still, barely breathing and I still cannot see her face.

"Please-"

"Please what!?" She explodes, turning around quickly. "Please what!?"

"... Don't go."

"And why shouldn't I?" She asks, spinning back around.

"Because I... Because I... I..." I stammer, not finding the three fateful words to make her stay.

"That's what I thought." She says, reaching for the doorknob and slipping from the room, leaving me to contemplate what had happened.