Suffering

Jealous Professor

Just then, a strong, annoyed voice spoke behind you, "Public displays of affection are strictly prohibited at Hogwarts. You must control yourself, students."

"SHIT," you screamed in your mind. You didn't dare utter the words. You knew exactly who was behind you. The same person who had been showing up all day, unannounced. Draco's eyes shot up, and he pulled his hand back. He simply replied, "Yes, Professor, we were... just making up, Sir."

Draco knew better than to talk back to his superiors, especially a friend of his father's and his godfather.

Professor Snape sneered, "Fine. Miss Y/L/N, do not forget detention. I will be waiting after dinner."

With that, he walked off, his cloak billowing behind him. You couldn't take your eyes off his figure walking through the doors of the Great Hall.

You couldn't make a sound. You were slightly paralyzed with the fear of detention and what was going to transpire. You weren't sure if you would be able to brew the potion correctly but didn't have a choice.

That's the thing with Professor Snape: he didn't give anyone a choice. Everything he spoke was a direct order. An order that felt like it shot straight through every cell in your body.

Draco spoke up, "What in Merlin's beard was that about?"

You looked absolutely gobsmacked. "He's been targeting me all day. I have no idea why though. He's got a stick up his ass," you replied. The two of you chuckled because you both knew it was the truth.

Draco said, "Can I walk you to detention? I promise, just us. No Crabbe or Goyle." That was music to your ears, and you replied with a simple nod.

The tables started clearing, and the pair of you made your way into the dungeon. You weren't quite to the Potions Professor's door when Draco leaned in next to your ear. He whispered, "I'll see you later, my dear," and kissed the back of your hand that he had been holding.

Just then, an audible sound of disgust came from the classroom. Perhaps the Professor had heard and was about to reprimand the pair again.

Without another word, Draco mouthed the words, "Good luck," with a worried face.

You were not prepared for this daunting task. If it had been up to you, you would have taken several days to memorize this potion. The time was up, and your stomach was filled with anxiety. It was a sort of heavy, crippling anxiety, but you had no choice.

You walked to the door of the classroom and gently knocked on it with your knuckles. The broody Professor didn't even bother looking up from his stack of parchments.

He sneered, "You disappoint me again, Miss Y/L/N. You're late." Finally, he looked up at you, and you felt his pitch-black eyes burning holes into you. It was as if he could see everything—every thought or feeling in your small body.

You felt about an inch tall as he made his way over to you, his presence looming over you. You wanted to run, but you were paralyzed by the moment.

He leaned down and said, "Nothing to say, Miss Y/L/N? No excuses for your delay?" His eyes were still piercing into your flesh. It was too much, and you couldn't even bring your eyes up to meet his. You were like a deer in headlights, simply unable to move.

His cold, long fingers found their way to your chin, forcing you to bring your eyes up to his gaze.

"Look at me when I speak to you. Do you understand?" he demanded. A simple nod was all you could muster.

Professor Snape replied, "Use your words. You are able to speak, aren't you?"

You could tell he was getting more irritated by the second, but you didn't know what to do. Finally, you mumbled a "Yes, Sir" to the intense Professor. You prayed he would accept that because it was all you could let out.