A Love That Was Meant To Be

Chapter 3

The next morning at breakfast, Harry received the letter from Sirius. He grinned to himself when he read the part where Sirius told him to eavesdrop on Snape and Yvonne's date. Hermione gave him a lecture about how wrong it was, but he didn't listen to her. Even Ron had snapped at her.

"Hermione, Sirius is giving Harry permission to spy on Snape!" he said. "What could be better than that?"

She bit her lip uncertainly. "But eavesdropping on something that isn't any of our business is wrong," she replied.

Ron rolled his eyes and turned to Harry. "You're gonna go through with it, right Harry?" he asked.

Harry thought a moment and then said, "Yeah, I think I will. I can't risk Snape doing something to Yvonne without Sirius knowing. He still cares for her deep down, even though he won't admit it."

The rest of the week went by considerably fast. Everyone had to admit that Snape was extremely happy on Friday afternoon. He didn't take any points from Gryffindor (for once) and he was humming happily to himself. Even the Slytherins had given him odd looks of bewilderment. Saturday night came quick. At quarter to eight, Harry slipped out of the Gryffindor common room under the Invisibility Cloak. He took the secret passage to Hogsmeade with the Marauder's Map. Sure enough, when he entered the Three Broomsticks from under the basement door, he saw Yvonne waiting for Snape at a table. Before the Potions Master sat down, Harry quietly sneaked under the table and held his breath. Snape soon joined Yvonne.

Obviously Harry couldn't see what was going on, but he sure could hear it. "I've been waiting for this night all week," Snape announced proudly. Harry couldn't tell, but he had a distinct impression that Snape's eyes were flashing with happiness at being in the presence of Yvonne.

"So have I," she replied with a purr.

Snape ordered two butterbeers and a small meal for both of them. They continued to talk and Harry tried with all his might to hear everything they were saying. "You really surprised me earlier this week when you changed into a falcon," Snape was saying. "I had no idea you were an Animagus."

"Yeah well, I try to keep it a secret," she muttered while blushing. "So I heard that you tried the Animus Potion on Monday after my class. How was it? Did anything bad happen?"

"Actually, everyone was very well-behaved."

"What about Harry? What was he?" she asked earnestly. Harry stiffened under the table as he clung to the cloak.

"He was a lion," Snape replied, apparently not to keen on talking about it.

"The form of a true Gryffindor," Yvonne whispered. "So, have you ever tried that potion on yourself?"

"Once, when I was still learning how to work it."

"What did you change into?"

"I was a black cobra. It was very interesting seeing what a snake sees, but also very nerve-wracking."

"I'll bet. When I first turned into a falcon, I had no idea what I was doing. I wasn't sure if flying would just come naturally or if I would plummet to the ground."

Snape actually laughed and Harry wondered if this was just some strange way for Snape to flirt with Yvonne. Whatever he was doing, it was working because Yvonne was laughing as well.

The night ended and Harry was relieved when they both stood up. He carefully got out from under the table and followed the two teachers outside. They decided to sit on a bench right outside the Three Broomsticks. Harry watched from behind an oak tree. Snape had his arm around Yvonne's shoulders and Harry could feel the heat rising in his cheeks. Yvonne didn't belong to Snape yet. He had no right touching her.

But to both Snape and Harry's surprise, she snuggled closer to him. "I had a wonderful time, Severus," Yvonne muttered. Snape smiled smugly at her and looked to the sky as if saying 'Eat that, Black.' Harry caught his grin and wanted to wipe it right off his face. He was beginning to feel slightly sick at this little scene. If Snape even thought of putting his disgusting lips on Yvonne's, he would--

But he didn't have a chance to think up anything. To his horror and disgust, Snape had tilted his head down so that he could reach Yvonne's lips. He devoured her mouth as he kissed her softly. Yvonne carefully wrapped her arms around his neck, running her fingers through his hair. Harry wanted to be sick. Watching Snape snogging his godfather's old love was enough to make anyone hurl. He finally decided he'd had enough and left the two alone. Once he was gone, Yvonne roughly pulled out of the kiss.

Snape looked shocked. "How dare you!" Yvonne shrieked.

"How dare I?" he repeated. "Yvonne, you did not need to respond to the kiss, you know."

She opened and closed her mouth uncertainly. "It was the only response I knew," she confessed looking at her hands. "You don't know what I've been through. No one does. Not even Dumbledore."

Severus took her hands in his and looked deep into her blue eyes. "What happened? Tell me, I swear I won't tell another soul," he promised. She closed her eyes painfully and took a deep breath.

"I was shagged endlessly every night until I decided I'd had enough. But that wouldn't satisfy him, oh no. He wanted his heir, so then he grabbed others to tie me to the bed and shag me as well."

"You were forced to have...sex with men you didn't love?"

"Yes. Do not pity me, Severus. It was my own fault when I joined him."

"Wait, you're not talking about...Voldemort, are you?"

"And if I was?"

Snape was silent. "Yvonne, if you were part of his ranks, did you see who his other servants were?" he finally asked somewhat fearfully.

"No, Voldemort never allowed me to see anyone else besides him. It was my curse. He had his fun with me every bloody chance he got."

"Do you...erm...have the Dark Mark?"

"Yes," she sighed. "Because I meant so much to him, he put it on my hip."

"Your hip?"

She nodded sadly. "It wasn't fun," she said. "When I was finally tired of his murders, I told him it was over and that I was leaving him forever. Needless to say that he wasn't pleased. Not pleased at all. He wanted his revenge on me and so he targeted my best friend and her family. Maybe his reasons to kill them didn't all have to deal with me, but the majority of them did."

"Wait, wasn't your best friend...Lily Potter?"

Yvonne hung her head. "It's my fault James and Lily were murdered. If I had never left Voldemort, he would have never killed them."

"That doesn't make a difference. Dumbledore has been saying that maybe the reason for Voldemort's attack on the Potters' was because Harry is the...erm...Heir of Gryffindor."

The brunette's eyes widened at this. "I guess that would make sense," she said thoughtfully. "But I know the other reason he killed them was just to show me that he could make me miserable no matter what. I of course knew who had betrayed Lily and James's whereabouts. It was Peter Pettigrew. I was totally shocked when I found out that Sirius had been sent to Azkaban because everyone thought him a murderer. I couldn't find Peter anywhere, so I decided I'd help an innocent man out of prison. That's basically what happened."

Snape was silent again. "Yvonne," he finally said, breaking the silence, "there's something I need to tell you."

She stared at him uncertainly. "I know you probably won't be pleased with what I am about to say, but I hope you can understand," he continued. He took a deep breath and said, "I'm a spy."

"A spy?" she repeated. "For who?"

"Dumbledore. He asked me last year to try and rejoin Voldemort's ranks. The plan worked and so now I am a spy for both sides."

"Wait, what do you mean rejoin?"

"I...was a Death Eater for awhile until I decided I didn't want to be that anymore."

"When did you become one?"

"A little while after graduation."

"Were you one of the Death Eaters that...shagged me?"

"Not that I know of."

"Good," she sighed. "Why are you telling me this? It seems to me that you are a very reliable spy. I understand what you're doing and I only wish I could do the same."

"But you can," Snape insisted. "Dumbledore told me I could ask you if you would also become a spy."

"How did he know about me being a Death Eater at one point?"

"He's the headmaster, he knows everything."

Yvonne chuckled. "I guess so," she replied. "I'll give it some thought. But I don't think Voldemort will be too happy when I return. He might be planning my death."

"I will bring you to one the next Death Eater meetings. You must prove your loyalty to Voldemort before he accepts you. I already have."

"I know what I'll have to do; it's no mystery. He'll force me to show him my Dark Mark and then he'll probably...erm...kiss me. Just to make sure it's me."

Severus wrapped his arms around her. "I swear I won't let any harm come to you," he mumbled. Yvonne smiled and snuggled against him.

"I know, Severus, I know," she whispered.

Harry had made it back to the common room safely. Hermione and Ron were still there waiting for him. When he entered through the portrait, Ron started bombarding him with questions.

"What happened? Did Snape try anything? Did they kiss? Was Yvonne upset?"

"Honestly Ron, can't you see that he's out of breath?" Hermione scoffed. Harry sat down while panting.

"I'll try to make a long story short," he said. "Basically, Snape met Yvonne in the Three Broomsticks. They had dinner and talked for awhile, then they left. They sat down on a bench in Hogsmeade. I really don't know what drove Snape to do it, but he kissed Yvonne. And she kissed him right back! I couldn't stand watching anymore so I left."

Ron's mouth was hanging open in shock. "Snape actually kissed Yvonne?" he croaked. "I can't believe she let him do that!"

"Ron, Professor Davis probably has a good reason for what she did," Hermione lectured, but Harry could detect the sound of uncertainty in her voice.

"What're you gonna do, Harry?" Ron asked.

"I'm not sure," he replied. "Part of me wants to tell Sirius, but another part doesn't want me to. What if he comes barging into the school and tries to kill Snape for kissing Yvonne? I can't risk that."

"That wouldn't be such a tragedy," Ron mumbled. Hermione glared at him.

"You should tell Sirius," she said sternly to Harry. "He'd want you to tell him."

"I guess so. Okay, I'll write the letter." He grabbed a parchment and quill and began writing. When he was done, he gave the letter to Hedwig and watched as she flew off into the night.

Sirius was half-asleep on the couch when he felt something land in his lap. He slowly opened his eyes and glanced down. In his lap was a letter and perched on the armrest of the couch was Hedwig. "Hey Hedwig," he yawned. He took the letter and opened it. His eyes widened in mute horror as he read the letter.

Dear Sirius,

You asked me to spy on Snape and Yvonne's date and tell you want happened, so here it goes. The evening started out perfectly normal. They had dinner and talked mostly, but then they went outside and sat on a bench. I was watching from behind an oak tree. Then I saw Snape do something I'd thought he'd never do. He kissed Yvonne! And the worst part of it was that she kissed him back! I was disgusted so I left as quickly as possible.

I know what you're probably feeling right now because I felt a pang of anger inside me when I saw them kiss. I still can't believe Yvonne would do that. I just hope you don't get too overprotective and try to kill Snape. Not that that would be such a tragedy, but you know what I mean.

Harry

Sirius was turning red with rage. First, Snape had the nerve to ask Yvonne out on a date. Then the stupid slim-ball went and kissed her! How could Yvonne have betrayed him like that? Even though they hated each other, he always thought that he held a special place in her heart. But apparently he was wrong. She didn't care about him anymore; she cared for Snape. He threw the letter on the ground angrily. He quickly took out a quill and parchment so he could reply.

Harry--

I won't deny that I'm very upset with this news. I never thought Yvonne would even go near Snape, let alone kiss him. Words can't describe what I'm feeling right now. I can only put some of it into words. I feel betrayed, angry, and jealous. And perhaps a little heartbroken as well. But anyway, keep sending me letters on those two. I want to know if Snape is really in love with her or if he's just leading her on.

Sirius

Satisfied with his letter, Sirius gave it to Hedwig who flew off again.

Yvonne and Snape were on good terms the next week. They were not dating, as most of the student body had thought. But the two were certainly spending a lot of time together. During one of Yvonne's classes, she decided to bring up the subject about Death Eaters for some reason.

"All right, class," she began, rubbing her hands together, "today we're going to talk about Death Eaters." There were numerous murmurs all around the classroom. Draco Malfoy paled for a moment and fixed his gray eyes on Yvonne. "Now I know most of you know what a Death Eater is. But there are some that do not. Anyone care to share with the class?"

Hermione, ever so slowly, raised her hand. "Yes, Miss Granger?" Yvonne said.

"Um...they're servants of You-Know-Who," she said softly.

"Exactly. They're servants of Lord Voldemort." Everyone flinched when she said that. "Does anyone know what the Death Eaters have on their left forearm? Mr. Potter?"

"The Dark Mark," Harry replied somewhat uneasily.

Draco's face was paling even more. Yvonne hadn't noticed yet. "What does a Death Eater where on his or her face?" she asked. "Miss Parkinson?"

"A-a mask," Pansy stuttered.

"Absolutely right. Mr. Malfoy, are you all right? You look pale."

He looked up at her, fear in his gray eyes. "I-I'm fine, professor," he replied.

"Are you sick? Do you want me to take you to Madam Pomfrey?"

"N-no. I'll be okay."

"All right. Class dismissed," she announced to everyone. Yvonne sat down at her desk and began looking through paperwork. All of a sudden, Draco walked up to her desk and said, "I need help."

She looked up at him with concern. "Sit down, Draco," she said. "Now, what seems to be the problem?"

"What you were saying today...about Death Eaters...it scared me."

"Why?"

"Because...my...no..."

"Your what? You can tell me anything, Draco. Just say it; you'll feel better."

"My...my father is one."

"Is one what?"

"He's a Death Eater, Professor Davis! He's horrible! And he wants me to be just like him!" he shouted while standing up. Yvonne saw the tears falling down his cheeks. This boy was frightened of his own father. She stood up immediately, walked around her desk, and embraced him.

"Shh, it's okay," she whispered. "Don't worry, you're gonna be fine. I'm here for you now."

Draco wiped his eyes and clung to her tightly. "My father warned me to stay away from you, but I refuse. He thinks you're dangerous," he sobbed.

"Well, I'll have a little chat with your father soon enough, Draco. If your father is who you say he is, then he needs to be reported."

"No, otherwise something bad will happen. I can't allow that." He looked into her blue eyes and said quietly, "Professor, are you and Professor Snape together?"

Yvonne cracked a smile. "No, not yet anyway," she replied blushing. "Why do you ask?"

"Just curious. Everyone thinks you're both together, but I had my doubts."

She smiled again. "You should get to class, Draco," she said as they separated. "I'm sure Professor Snape is wondering where you are."

Draco nodded and left the classroom casting her another glance. That night, Yvonne was awakened by someone screaming and then silence. She sat up in bed, grabbed a cloak, and hurried out of her quarters. She ran down the corridors and out onto the grounds, since that was where she had heard the screaming. She took out her wand and muttered, "Lumos." The light on her wand illuminated off the scenery until it landed upon a stiff body lying near a maple tree.

Yvonne walked closer and bent down to examine the body. She saw the face and backed away gasping in fright. It was Draco Malfoy. He had scratches all along his arms and face. It looked as though there was a bruise forming near his left eye. His eyes were closed, so he wasn't dead. He was just unconscious.

"My god," she whispered in horror as she tried to pick the fifteen-year-old up. He was very light, considering how well built he was. She carried him all the way to her personal quarters, since she didn't feel like bothering Madam Pomfrey at that hour. She lay Draco on her bed and watched over him. She cleaned his bruises with a wet cloth as well. "Who would do this to you?" she asked him, even though she knew he wouldn't answer. "Such an innocent boy."

Draco was having a horrible dream. His father had come to Hogwarts and told him that he would be forced to become a Death Eater no matter what. Draco kept refusing. "No Father, no!" he was shouting.

Lucius Malfoy appeared not to hear his son's pitiful screams as he slapped him. "You will do as I say, Draco!" he barked. "You are required to serve the Dark Lord!"

"No, I refuse! You can't force me!"

"Likewise, boy. Petrificus Totalus!" his father cried pointing his wand at his son. Draco stiffened and fell to the ground. His head hit the side of a tree root and he fell unconscious, breaking the stunning spell. Lucius bent over him and smirked. "You shall serve the Dark Lord soon enough, Draco," he muttered as he walked away. The dream faded and Draco awoke.

Yvonne was about to fall into a deep sleep, when Draco suddenly sat up in bed screaming, "NO FATHER, STOP! I WILL NOT BECOME A DEATH EATER! I REFUSE!"

"Draco, please calm down!" Yvonne shrieked trying to restrain him. "It was just a dream, settle down!"

He looked at his professor and then broke down into tears. Yvonne wrapped her arms around him protectively and rocked him back and forth, like a mother would do for a young child. "Shh, it's okay. I'm here," she whispered.

"My father," he choked out between sobs. "He was here...he was trying to force me into becoming a...a Death Eater. But I refused and he used the full body-bind on me."

"Oh Draco, don't worry. I won't let him hurt you anymore. I promise."

"Professor Davis--"

"Please Draco, call me that during class. We're not in class now, so you're free to call me Yvonne."

"Um...Yvonne, can I tell you something?"

"Sure."

"Y-you're more of a mother to me than my own mum. She's always busy and never has any time for me. But you do."

Yvonne had tears streaming down her face. "No one's ever told me that before. That's very sweet of you, Draco. You're like a son to me. I'm not sure if it's possible, but I think I'll have a little chat with your father. Maybe I can convince him to lay off you once and a while."

"It's not likely. My father listens to no one but his master."

"Oh, he'll want to listen to me. Once he realizes it's me, he'll listen."

Draco half-smiled. "Thank you, professor. I-I love you." His eyes widened when he said that and he stared at Yvonne as if expecting her to glare at him. Instead, she began to cry tears of joy.

"N-no one's said that to me in years," she croaked. "It feels strange to hear those words again, especially since they're coming from you."

"I didn't mean it that kind of way though."

"I know what you meant, Draco. I love you as well. Like a mother loves a son."

"Not my mother," he mumbled. Yvonne stared into his gray eyes.

"Perhaps I will run this idea by Dumbledore later," she whispered.

"What idea?"

"I just had a sudden inspiration. I was thinking, if it's possible, that I could maybe adopt you. I could save you from your mum and dad."

Draco's mouth opened in shock. He then threw his arms around her neck and cried into her robes. "I would love that, Professor Davis! I would be free from my father forever!" he said happily. Tears were falling down his cheeks again.

"I'll ask the headmaster if it's all right."

"Wait," he said suddenly looking up with a grave expression on his face, "don't you live with Sirius Black and Potter?"

"Yes," she sighed. "I don't mind being near Harry, but Sirius is a pain in the neck."

"If you adopted me, would that make me...somehow related to Potter?"

"Not really. I'm only his godmother."

"Godmother? This is all becoming way too much to comprehend."

Yvonne laughed as she patted his back. "It'll be fine, Draco. You can stay at Hogwarts for winter break. You can give your father an owl."

"Thanks."

"No problem. Look, you should really get some rest. It's midnight and I know you don't stay up this late usually."

"All right," he yawned as he settled back into her bed. "You don't mind if I remain here, do you? I don't really feel like getting up."

"It's okay. I'll sleep on the floor. I'm used to that."

"You're sure?"

"Positive. Go to sleep." Draco smiled at her shyly and closed his eyes as he lay back down. Yvonne covered herself up in some blankets and fell asleep also. The next morning, Yvonne woke up with the sunrise. She blinked her eyes a few times and yawned sleepily. She stood up and made her way to the bathroom to shower. Draco was still asleep in her bed. He looked like a fifteen-year-old angel with his silvery-blonde hair and delicate features.

The water in the shower felt very good. Yvonne moaned as she let the water wash over her body. When she was done, she quickly grabbed some blue robes to put on and some extra clothes. When she came back into her bedroom, she heard a knocking on her door.

"Who is it?" she called.

"It's me, Harry," said the voice on the other side. She opened the door and sure enough there stood her godson. Harry was still in his pajamas. His hair was disheveled as usual and his green eyes were droopy. "I wanted to talk to you," he said.

"At this hour?" Yvonne asked uncertainly glancing at her watch, which read 6:36AM.

"It's important. Wait," he said noticing Draco in her bed, "what's he doing here? In your bed?"

"Um...it's a long story. And I don't think he'd want me to tell you. But it's not what it looks like."

"So you wouldn't mind if I wrote to Sirius?"

"Don't you threaten me, Harry Potter," she snarled pointing accusingly at him. "You are too much like your father, I swear. James threatened me one too many times. You have his rotten streak."

Harry grinned. "That's what Sirius always says," he replied. "But he says it with pride, unlike you."

"Well, for once he's right. So what did you want?"

"I wanted to ask you about--about my mum. What was she like? Tell me everything."

"Well, I still have the best friend bracelet she had given me our first year." She showed a silver bracelet with the initials 'BF4E', which meant 'Best Friends 4 Ever'. Harry suddenly realized that he had tears in his eyes. He tried to wipe them away. "What is there to say about Lily?" Yvonne said. "Well, she loved your father very much. But during our first year, your mother and father couldn't stand each other. It was actually quite funny. He played endless pranks on her and Lily would get so upset I thought she would explode. But suddenly, during third year, your father saw your mother in a new light. She became an angel to him and he tried to win her over. He would send her valentines, flowers, the whole enchilada. And then one day, he took her aside and said he loved her."

Harry smiled faintly at her. "Lily was crying when she returned to the dormitory. She kept wailing that James loved her and that she felt like an idiot for hating him," Yvonne continued. "When she got married, she was so happy. She and James were very much in love. Sirius and I were there of course, but we didn't talk. Anyway, when Lily had you, she felt blessed. I think she loved you more than she loved your father. That's why she sacrificed herself for you, Harry. She cared deeply for you."

"T-thank you, Yvonne. I've heard Sirius talk about my dad a lot and I've always wondered what my mum was like. Now I know."

Yvonne kissed his forehead. "You should get back to the Gryffindor common room. Your friends might be wondering where you are."

Harry nodded and stood up. "Shouldn't you be sending him back too?" he growled pointing to Draco, who was still fast asleep.

"He's had a rough night, Harry. I'll let him sleep a few more minutes," she replied. Harry walked out and closed the door behind him.

"Boy, he's very emotional," said a soft voice. Yvonne turned around and noticed that Draco was awake. His eyes were drooping, but he had a smirk on his face.

"Not unlike you, Draco," she teased.

He blushed scarlet. "That is a total diss," he retorted with a frown.

"Oh yeah?" she replied ruffling his hair playfully. "You should get up to your common room too. Your friends are probably worried about you."

"I wouldn't call them my friends. They're more like--what's the word I'm looking for--oh yes, slaves."

"Draco, no matter what you think, they are not your slaves."

"They sure act like slaves."

"That's because you never treated them like friends. Try it and see what happens. Trust me."

"Okay," he sighed.

"Oh, and I'll speak to Professor Dumbledore about that little parent-teacher meeting with your father."

Draco nodded and got out of her bed. "Thanks, professor. If it weren't for you, I'd probably be going insane by now," he said hugging her tightly.

Yvonne blinked back her tears. "I was only doing what was right, Draco. I'll see you in class," she replied as she embraced him back. The blonde smiled at her and closed the door after he left. "He's a sweet kid," she mumbled to herself as she made her bed.

Harry, in the meantime, had gone back to the boys' dormitories to tell Ron what he'd seen. "Unbelievable!" spat Ron angrily throwing his pillow onto his bed roughly. "That stupid git gets on Yvonne's good side, and now he gets to sleep in her bed!"

"Ron, keep it down. The others are trying to sleep," Harry said softly, motioning to Neville, Seamus, and Dean, who were all fast asleep.

"I don't care! Malfoy shouldn't be sleeping in a teacher's room! Do you even know why he was in there?"

"Yvonne said that he had had a rough night, but I don't know if that was true or not."

"Probably wasn't. He probably just wanted to get in bed with her and--"

"Ron! That's my godmother you are talking about!" Harry snapped. "You seriously think she'd let Malfoy in her bed for...erm...that?"

"I know Malfoy would. You saw how he was staring at her in class."

"Yes, as I also recall you doing the same thing."

Ron blushed. "Well...I didn't do anything except fantasize about her. But look at Malfoy. He's gone the mile. He's passed over the line that separates students and teachers."

"I believe that Yvonne may have been comforting him, not doing the other thing. Sirius would probably blow the top if he found out that Yvonne was not only on good terms with Snape, but also letting a Malfoy into her bed."

"So don't tell him."

Harry bit his lip. "I don't want Sirius thinking that I don't trust him enough not to tell him the truth. But this concerns Yvonne and Malfoy. I know Sirius would do anything for Yvonne."

"You really think he still cares for her?"

"I'm positive. He may say he hates her, but I know better. Sirius is still in love with her, even though he won't admit it."

"So what are you gonna do?"

"First, we'll tell Hermione. She needs to know what's going on. Then, I guess I could confront Yvonne and ask her why Malfoy was really in her bed."

"Sounds like a plan."

"Guess so. What time is it?"

"Quarter to eight. Hermione should be up soon."

"Good. We'll tell her first thing at breakfast."