Nah, She Didn't

~ Part 34 ~ This Is Your Last Chance, Lily ~

Kiss From A Rose - SEAL

TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter has some sensitive subjects, actions, or topics that could be triggering for you, so please don't read on if you don't think you should. If you don't think something like rape or suicidal thoughts is a thing you could read, then please don't!

-Lily POV-

When I walked into Charms, Flitwick, thankfully, forced me to go change out of the short skirt, and into a longer one with robes. Emphasis on the thankfully. So that solved that.

Flitwick, at the beginning of the lesson, told us we would get to try the Confudus charm today, but so far he's just going on and on and on and on about it.

Flitwick is surprised that he's been talking for so long when the class ends. No one else is surprised.

I walk out, and turn in the direction of Divination. I start to stroll towards it, but I feel someone grab me from behind. I try to yell out, but they have their hand over my mouth as they pull my through a door. Their hand finally comes off.

I pull out my wand.

"What the bloody hell?!" I say. I mutter, "Lumos," and do a double take. "Sev-Snape? What do you want?"

Severus Snape stands there in front of me.

"Lily, this is my last time asking. Forgive me for what I said. That was in 5th year! Can we just put it behind us?" Snape asks

"What?"

"Just forgive me! Let's be friends again!"

"You know, I'm really in the mood to punch someone again," I growl with gritted teeth.

"So you'll never forgive me?"

"Nope."

"This is your last chance Lily," Snape warns. "I would choose wisely."

I squint at him. "Did you not understand my answer? No. No!"

He sighs. "Then I guess, since we're not friends, I won't care if I do this." Snape says, and he pulls out his wand.

My eyes go wide. "What are you doing?"

But before I can do anything, "Crucio!"

And I wither, and fall to the ground in pain. I'm in an agony that I've never even thought about feeling before. I hear someone screaming horribly, and I realize it's me.

Have you ever accidentally touched a stove-top thats warm? Or stuck your hand in boiling water? Or held your hand in water so cold that your hand almost feels as if it's burning? Or took a hot pan out of the oven without a mitt? Or scraped your knee on the pavement, but rather than your knee, your whole body? Have you pricked yourself with a needle, or some sharp edge before?

It felt like all of these, all of my body, multiplied by ten.

The pain abruptly stops, and Snape pulls me up roughly. I just limply stand there, shaking, too weak to fight back.

Then Snape smashes his lips down onto mine so forcefully. It's gross, and I don't want to do this. I try screaming, but it's muffled by his mouth. I try pushing him off of me, but he's got me firmly up against the wall.

Finally he pulls away.

"That was goodbye, you filthy mudblood," Snape spits. He walks out of the broom closet that we were in, and slams the door behind him.

I stand there, my legs wobbly, and I fall to the ground. I sit there shaking, and try to take deep breaths. They come in and out ragged, and I'm gasping for air. I feel tears streaming down my face, and I'm rocking back and forth sobbing, gulping for air but none will come.