Harry Potter: M Characters x SMR || PART TWO

Severus Snape

Title:
Suspicion

Rating:
☁️Fluff☁️
👨‍🏫Student-Teacher Relationship👨‍🎓

PART:
Part 1

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MC (L/n)

In September of 1981. I met the youngest faculty staff in my last year of Hogwarts.

It's not easy to describe him without turning it into an insult. To me, he's just a sad man.

One month later, I know him more. Severus Snape, age 21. A potions master and student of Professor Slughorn. That's pretty much it.

"Professor Snape. May I come in?"

"If you must."

Carrying Amortentia ingredients in a box, carrying it all the way to his desk. I notice him standing there with such seriousness, that I can't help but think what's on his mind.

"Is this all?"

"Yes, sir. May I ask?"

"Go on."

"Why do you choose to become a teacher?"

"Can't I?"

I apologize, and turn to leave until the door closes itself. I thought I insulted him as he looks into my eyes and fold my sleeves up.

"I-I'm sorry if I insulted you, sir!"

"Insulted me? No, I'm wondering if--"

Prof. Snape looks as if he almost reveal an information that I'm not allowed to know. I got curious until I decided to leave. I turned the knob for it to be locked.

"I'm not letting you leave just yet, (L/n)."

"What for? It may as well to be unprofessional to keep me here with no reason."

"I do have a reason."

The professor approaches me as he holds a bottle in his hand. The color of the potion scares me. I try to put my mouth away but instead, I see him drink it. This puts my guard down, making me regret how I'm about to act.

I open my mouth to speak, but stopped when his lips crash into mine by surprise. I can feel the liquid down my throat, feeling his tongue against mine. I put my hand on his cheek and the other hand on his nape.

If this is a dream, wake me up...

This feel real...

We both stopped for air. I feel heat in my cheeks, but I keep my mouth shut. Prof. Snape's eyes looks he achieved a step towards a goal.

"How you like it, (L/n)?"

"Hot..."

"Just that?"

"No, but judging your eyes. I don't think I will be leaving without an explanation."

"I thought you were a spy that needed to be taken cared of. Your eyes looks as if I'm your target. Tell me, why are you so interested in me?"

"I chose to be interested in a teacher like you. I'm not some spy, I'm just a student reaching their final year in Hogwarts without a single girlfriend."

"You talk too much. I did take some interest in you. Maybe we can arrange an agreement about your love life."

"Oh, got a young sister?"

"I'm offering myself."

"Wait. What?"