I was the beauty and he was the beast. I was the rose and he was the thorn. I love him with all of my heart but he wanted to push me away. Now I would follow him into the darkness, hoping he would give me a glance.

Summary

A beautiful girl with a secret she needed to keep. Who would ever accept that Katharine Keeler was in love with Severus Snape? Not her friends and especially not her a year of passion and romance he pushes her away and instead of running away she follows him to the darkest part of his life. She wants to be with him, she wants him to love her and she would do anything for him. Even if that meant risking her own life.

UPDATE: I am currently reformatting and editing the chapters I have so far. I hope you guys enjoy!

Dark - charmer . xo : So I have had this idea for awhile and actually decided to start writing it! This will be a Severus x OC story but might change depending on which way I decide to go with this story. But for now I hope you enjoy the prologue!

I felt his eyes on my back; I could feel that he was silently cursing me in his head. Still I didn't turn and run away, I didn't beg for them to let me go. I had to do this.

No I needed to do this.

"Katharine Keeler," the smooth voice called from the shadows. "Do you give yourself to the Dark Lord? Do you agree to be his humble servant? Do you agree to do as he wishes?"

I felt an urge to look behind me; I wanted to know what he was thinking. I wanted to know what he was feeling.

Did he feel responsible for this? Did he blame himself?

"I do." I replied.

The man stepped out of the shadows; his white blond hair hung down to his waist and his pale eyes peered into my soul. Lucius Malfoy gave me a smirk that, only a man who knew something that you didn't, would wear.

"Hold out your arm."

I let my pale arm slip out from my long sleeve, black cotton top and Lucius grabbed it, turning my hand so my wrist was showing to him. Another smirk formed on his lips.

I closed my eyes, expecting a great pain to happen to my arm but instead I felt myself being pulled away causing my eyes to shoot open.

"What's going on?" I demanded when Lucius had pulled me away from the group and towards the stairs.

"Now, now my dear surely you were informed about what happens before you receive the mark of the Dark Lord."

We began up the stairs and I shook my wrist away.

"I can walk by myself," I hissed at him. "But no I was not told. What is going on?"

He chuckled. "Somebody has quiet the attitude."

He lead me into a room and I heard the door behind me being shut and locked. I turned to him; his arms were now crossed and his smirk was even wider now. He was waiting for me to say something. Maybe for me to question what was going on.

"You still haven't answered my question Malfoy."

He took a step towards me, the smirk had left his face. Before I knew was happening he had advanced on me until I backed into a desk; he grabbed my hair and twisted me around then pinned me down so my cheek was pressed up against the top of the desk and my back was perfectly flat.

"I expect you to call me Lucius during this my dear."

"I don't…"

He pressed himself into my backside and I felt him. Now I understood what was happening. My gift to the Death Eaters, my thanks for letting me into their elite group was to fuck one of them.

"No…" I whispered.

He didn't stop; he let go of my hair and ran his hand down my back. His other hand snaked around my waist and went to the button my black dress pants.

"Get the hell off of me!" I squirmed underneath him but he was too strong.

When it was over he let me fall to the ground with my clothes bunched in my arms; I wiped the tears from my eyes hoping that he didn't see. He reached down and tucked my hair behind my ear.

"The Dark Lord will be there when you get back downstairs. Don't waste too much time." His voice was cold, unemotional. He didn't care what he had done.

Without another word he left me by myself.

I glanced up from the floor and caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror that sat in the room; my dark hair that had been flat and straight when I arrived was now all over the place and my eyes that people would normally tell me were bright and lively were now just merely a dull green.

I slipped my clothes back on and fixed my hair as best as I could then headed back down the stairs.

I was greeted by the roomful of Death Eaters that had watched me leave except this time I found myself face to face with Voldemort. I was a little surprised at his appearance; he didn't look like a man.

More like a snake.

"My Lord." I bowed my head, not wanting to look him in the eye.

"Well, well, well never the day did I expect to see the great Evangeline Keeler's daughter standing before me." he said to me.

I kept my head down.

"You may look up."

I raised my eyes and met his; they were evil and cold. I didn't want to look anymore but I knew I couldn't look away. I knew he wanted to look me in the eye when I answered to him.

"I have been told that you have done well with the task you were given."

I felt the urge to shudder at the thought; my 'task' made it sound like I has chosen to go upstairs with Lucius and that I choose to have sex with him. Obviously he liked the fact that he had power over me or else I have a feeling I wouldn't be told that I had done well.

Or at least I wouldn't be alive for much longer. Somehow I got the feeling that wasn't going to happen.

"Hold out your arm."

I felt slightly apprehensive at the command but I did as I was told.

He drew his wand out and pointed it at my wrist. This time I knew for sure what was going to happen. I didn't dare close my eyes because I knew he would want to look me in the eye. He would want to see the pain on my face.

A pain shot threw my whole body and I couldn't help but let out a loud, painful scream.

I caught him looking at me; at first glance he looked emotionless but something was off in his eyes. He looked almost…guilty.

It was hard to believe only a few years back I was waking up in his arms, telling him that I wished the night hadn't ended.

I was so naïve and happy then and now I just wanted so badly for him to notice me. To be in his arms again.

I know what they would think if the new the truth, my family and my friends. They would wonder how a nice girl like me wound up with a man like him. They would assume that he took advantage of me or something like that.

But the truth was I loved Severus Snape and nothing was going to change that.