in which lucy armstrong, smells a certain blonde slytherin in a love potion, and realizes that she is completely infatuated with him, despite the fact that falling for him could cost her everything.
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Days seemed to bleed together into one continuous line of dull, grey ink. October became November, and the weather became even more dreary. Ice frosted the windows of the castle, though whether or not the dementors had anything to do with it this was a different story.
Lucy celebrated her eighteenth birthday by being tortured by the Carrows, and then drinking so much firewhiskey that she couldn't remember what day it even was.
Lucy's talks with the Headmaster grew more common. It was sad to admit, but with things being tense with Theo and awkward with her friends shutting her out, Snape was all she had. She was almost grateful for the greasy-haired professor's wisdom and honesty. Over the last two months, Lucy came to realize many things.
First and foremost, she was on the wrong side of the bloody war. Snape made that clear, and confided in her, his true allegiance. However, this also made Lucy a target, knowing such a secret. As a result Snape forced her to make the Unbreakable Vow with Professor McGonagall's assistance (no questions asked, of course) to keep his secret.
Secondly, Snape was a talented Legilimens, and insisted on teaching Lucy the art of Occlumency now that she knew so much. Considering her wavering allegiance of her own, he thought best to teach her to protect herself.
Third, Lucy hated learning Occlumency. It was extremely challenging to mentally block intruders from her mind, not to mention it hurt.
"Stop! Stop! Stop! That's enough!" she begged as she finally pushed Snape from her mind.
"No it's not, Armstrong! It was all too easy for me to delve inside your mind and look at your insufferable memories," he snapped.
"Ouch, harsh," Lucy quipped, wiping the sweat from her brow.
"This is for your own protection," he insisted. "If the Dark Lord were to try, he would discover your thoughts and kill you where you stand,"
Lucy sighed and ran hand through her raven locks before picking up her tortoiseshell glasses and placing them on the bridge of her nose.
"Well, Headmaster, as illuminating as this practice has been, I'm afraid I have to go write an essay about why Muggles are abominations to the world,"
Snape scrunched his face into an annoyed expression in response before sweeping up the staircase of his study and out of sight.
Lucy's eyes fell on the large mantle, and the crackling fire within it. A small pot of Floo Powder rested on the shelf. Her heart skipped a beat. Only two words and she would be back with Draco.
