Forbidden Corridor - PG - Chapter 7: The More You Ignore Me, The Closer I Get - »
Author: Sydella Shields

One morning in mid-December classes had ended for the term and the majority of students were gathered in the Great Hall with their trucks, getting read to head home for the winter break. There was a giddy cheeriness in the air as everyone admired the huge Christmas trees and other decorations about.

"You know, I almost wish I was staying here," sighed Adalita with a smile. She was the only witch in her family and so they found her awkward. Jonathan, on the other hand, was from an old wizarding family, while Angelica's mum was a witch and her dad, a Muggle. Angelica was just securing her warm hat on her head when Professor Quirrell walked quickly by the students, seeming not even to notice they were there.

"Ah, um, I just remembered I forgot something..." She muttered a lie and ran down the corridor after him. "Professor!" she shouted to his back, but he continued moving up the stairs. Angelica continued to follow him and found it very odd that he didn't utter a sound. Where they now were didn't look at all familiar; it was quite dismal and lacking the usual Hogwarts glow.

Then something hit her. "Oh...Oh...my god!" she gasped, feeling her stomach drop. They were in the forbidden corridor and there was a nasty sound coming from the other side of the door Quirrell was ready to open.

"Ian! No!" she screamed and started to pull his hand away, but he snapped his head at her with a fierce look. Angelica's lip started to quiver.

"Oh no-no A-a-angie, it's you," he said, shocked at the way he was acting. "W-w-why are y-you here?"

"Me? I was just trying to wish you a happy Christmas before I went away on holiday," Angelica said, half mad.

"D-d-don't b-be mad, I-I-I haven't b-been fe-feeling m-m-m-myself lately," he confessed.

"I'm sorry Professor," she replied bitterly and turned away to leave. But before she could she felt an ice-cold hand on her shoulder, and turned back around only to see Quirrell lean his head slowly towards hers. Her eyes widened and she felt herself gasping for air. Before she could think of anything else, he had given her a small, but warm and sweet, kiss.

"Now you'll k-k-keep this quiet, w-won't you?" Quirrell started, seriously. She nodded, in a state of shock. "Y-y-you w-wont tell a s-s-oul where y-y-ou f-f-f-found me?"

"No, I promise."

With that he led her to the hallway, and in a dazed manner she walked back down stairs to the Great Hall which by this time was nearly empty. Hagrid the gameskeeper poked his head in the doorway, "C'mon you three! Train's 'bout to leave!"

Adalita turned to Angelica, "Did you find what you needed?"

"Yes... I think I did."

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