With her left hand she held the ladder, her right one reaching out for the book.

Just when she grabbed it, she felt her feet slipping from the rung of the ladder she was standing on.

From that point on, it all happened in some kind of slow motion.

She lost her grip on both the book and the ladder. The book flew up, the air breezing through the pages before landing on the floor with a tearing sound.

Meanwhile Tori had desperately tried to get a hold of something that could prevent her from falling. She through her arms around the first solid object she encountered.

It turned out to be Snape’s neck.

He grasped her tightly, her feet swaying a few inches above the ground.

Her heart was still racing, full of fear, soon to be replaced by another unsettling feeling she knew all too well.

Both heads held at the same height, their eyes locked. She was immediately pulled into those black, drowning depths, only aware of her pounding heart in her chest. She gasped as he gently put her feet on the ground, sliding the post intimate part of her body against his.

He pulled her face to his and began to kiss her hungrily. His lips crushed against hers forcefully and this delightful pressure made her knees tremble and push aside all thoughts of reason.

It was as if her bones were turning to jelly and she clung to him as if her life depended on it. Gently he moved her head to one side and his kiss deepened.

Her lips parted for him and she was amazed at the feeling that passed through her from his touch. Her head was swimming and when she felt his tongue entering her mouth, she moaned deeply and responded passionately.

When he finally moved away from her, she was leaning against the bookshelf, her eyes still shut and her breathing labored.

Slowly her eyes fluttered open, seeing him through clouded eyes.

His eyes were on fire as he looked at her, his breath heavy and loud.

Suddenly he turned around and fled the lab as if a thousand Dementor’s were chasing him, slamming the door on his way out.