It was time for my first lesson on wandless magic with Professor Snape.

I got there at seven o'clock sharp, and knocked on his classroom door. He called for me to enter, so I did.

"Miss Winters," he greeted me.

"H-hey Professor," I replied, suddenly nervous at the lack of other students.

This instantly brought my mind to Ron Weasley. How did he know who the Half-Blood Prince was? Did Snape actually know, or was his "no one you should need to be curious of" a cover up because he himself didn't know?

"I do know, Miss Winters."

My eyes snapped up to Snape, "Why are you reading my mind?"

"Why would I need to read your mind when you speak aloud?" Snape replied.

"I'm not!" I shouted. I then apologised.

"I should think so, Miss Winters."

"Can you not call me Verita?" I asked, politely.

"I could," Snape informed me, his voice a little dark, "Have you practiced?"

"Practiced what?"

"Wandless magic, you imbecile!" Snape yelled, rising from his desk slowly, "You are frustrating me, Miss Winters."

He got awfully close to me. I felt the familiar feeling of an urge to kiss him. I shook the thought out of my mind.

How inappropriate! I snapped at myself. In my head, of course.

"Miss Winters!"

I screamed, a little surprise by Snape's outburst.

"Be quiet!" He demanded.

"I'm sorry, Professor. My mind is somewhere else."

"I can tell."

Moving on quickly, I aimed that sectumsepra spell at him quietly and hit him, right in the chest.

He fell to the ground and I felt panic set in. I went to rush over to him, but by the time he did, he was already up off the ground.

"You think I can't protect myself against my own spells, Miss Winters?" Snape asked.

I frowned. "What does that mean? Your spells?"

"It means nothing, Miss Winters," Snape sighed, "Continue."

I threw a few more spells at him until he decided that I should practice protective spells too, starting with disarming him.

Snape pointed his wand at me and I wasn't sure whether he was actually going to shoot a spell my way with the fierce look in his dark eyes. He was so mysterious, and I felt myself wanting to know more about him.

"Well?" He asked.

I did it, but missed, hitting his sleeve instead which crinkled slightly.

He gave me a disapproving look, so I tried until I thought I was going to go blind from staring at his hand for so long. His sleeve covered his wrists and even a part of his large hands - it made me curious. It was as if he was hiding something.

I got him on the fifth try, and he almost smiled.

"Well done, Miss Winters," he said slowly. "Lesson over."

I nodded and walked out, but before I completely left the room he said, "Next lesson tomorrow."

I turned to him, watching as he sat at his desk. He flicked his wrist quickly as he wrote, his eyebrows furrowed as he focused intensely.

"Are you gonna wait around for me?" I joked, "Surely you don't know when my free period is."

"I will be waiting," he said quietly before slamming the door shut with a flick of his hand.

So he wasn't bad at wandless magic, either.