The handsome young man standing close by saw his short black hair gradually grow longer, his figure shrink, and his face slowly feminize. The Transfiguration on Cyrus wore off, and now she was leaning heavily against Snape. Her long hair brushed against his slightly flushed cheek, and before she could catch her balance, she sat right down on his lap.
"Oh dear, I'm sorry, Professor. I'm still a bit dizzy."
Snape turned his face away, his body pulling back in instinctive rejection. "Get down."
Chapter 29