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Snape Imagine

Severus Snape Imagine-Seductive French Woman

For: Scarletgrave

Warnings; Dirty french, that's pretty much it

Severus Snape Imagine

She sighed and flattened her palms on her desk as students filed out, muttering slights under their breaths. She had a major tension headache, and four detentions to deal with later in the week. Her (h/c) hair was messy, so she strung it up into a tight bun. She couldn't afford to be viewed as anything less than professional.

"Professor (L/N)?" She looked up to see a student with bright orange hair staring at her. She recognized him as Fred Weasley, or perhaps George, but that particular student had been a pain in her neck through the entire class. She gave him a detention no more than fifteen minutes into the lesson. "Yes, Mr. Weasley? How can I help you?" The second year wrung his hands nervously. "Uh..uhm...uh..." She sat down and smiled patiently. "Out with it, boy. I haven't got all day." The words came out softer than anticipated, and he let out a large breath. "I already have a detention on Thursday, with Professor Snape. At the same time." She frowned. "Well, alright. You can come in tomorrow evening." He flushed. "Then, too." Her frown deepened a bit. "Tell me, what days do you have no detentions in the evenings?"

"Uh...Mondays. Yeah." She sighed. "Alright Mr. Weasley, you'll come in next Monday evening for detention and that's it. Understood?" He nodded and scampered to the door, but she flicked her wand up and closed it in front of him. "Ma'm?"
"Use your words, Mr. Weasley."
"Uh...understood." She smiled and nodded that it was alright for him to leave, and he bolted through the door. She was hardly put off by his nerves, she was a new teacher, but she was strict. She stood, wiping her hands down her skirt. This would work.

Friday

Y/N had her legs crossed, reading glasses low on her nose, and was grading papers. Without knocking, someone entered, and she sighed, slipping off her glasses. "I am available for speaking during class and after class on Tuesdays, not at this....oh, hello professor Snape." She gave him a slight smile. "How can I help you?" He glared at her. "I need you to change the times for your detentions, I take the miscreants in the evenings." She set her jaw.

"I'm sorry Professor Snape, but I'm fully booked in the mornings and at lunch. Perhaps you could stop being so liberal with your punishments."
"Listen to me, Ms. (L/N). My routine is not subject to change for you, you'll simply have to make do." She narrowed her eyes. "Perhaps the student's time could be better spent with me, after all, it only takes a single detention for outstanding behavior. I would recommend re-assessing your punishments if you desire a similar effect." His upper lip curled in a smile as he spun and stormed from her room, leaving her to stew in potent satisfaction.

Two Weeks Later

"Alright class, that would be it. Does anyone have any questions?" Nobody ever did. Her class was always very clear. After a moment, a student in the back awkwardly jerked his hand up, and a few others looked at him and shook their heads.

"Yes, Mr. Lewist?" He cleared his throat and bit his lip. "Out with it, come on."
"Uh, is it true that you slept and sleazed your way from Beuxbatons to Hogwarts?" Her eyes widened. "Tell me, what gave you such an offensive idea?"
"Well..." Professor Snape." The boy looked pale. "Raise your hand if you heard the same thing from said professor." Over half the class did, and she set her jaw.

"To answer your question, no I did not. I am a respected professor, and you will treat me as such. Understood? Now, just to remind everyone that rumors are for the weak of will, I will now require a twelve inch essay on (favorite wizarding subject), due two weeks from now in addition to your regular homework. You are dismissed." The class slumped out as she stewed in anger, and seeing as it was last period she stormed to a certain professor's classroom. The door was open, and he sat at his desk grading papers with a firm grimace set on his face. He looked up after she cleared her throat. "Hello Ms. (L/N), what a pleasure. How may I help you?" She leaned down on his desk, eyes level.

"You have been telling your students that I am nothing more than a sinuous whore, have you?" He smirked ever so slightly. "I only wish to teach the children, Ms. (L/N)." She gave him a warm, sarcastic smile. "Perhaps because you do not know the touch of a woman enough to see a whore from a graceful one." He glared at her hatefully, and she leaned in close to his ear, lips almost brushing it. "Je t'aime , plus que je ne savais que je pouvais . Je serai frenzious à l'idée de vous , ma passion est ... oh , juste me prendre maintenant! Faites-moi une femme , me faire de votre femme !" His eyes went wide and she came back, smiling. "Or, perhaps, you simply wish I was loose enough to utter such profanities unto you daily? I ask of you, please, to keep your mouth firmly closed in regards to my sexuality." She had won again. She walked out, leaving him shocked. Yes, she was a Beuxbatons girl at heart.

Several Weeks Later (Timeskips are for weak writers, blah blah, yeah yeah yeah wrong hush)

"Have a lovely weekend, students." She waved them out and started looking through papers, humming a song under her breath. "

La mer

Qu'on voit danser le long des golfes clairs

A des reflets d'argent

La mer

Des reflets changeants

Sous la pluie

La mer

Au ciel d'été confond

Ses blancs moutons

Avec les anges si purs

La mer bergère d'azur

Infinie

Voyez

Près des étangs-"

"Professor (L/N)?" She looked up to see Snape standing there. "How can I help you?"
"I wanted to.....apologize. For my behavior." She gave him a light smile. "And I suppose I was out of line as well. Feel free to call me (F/N)." He lingered for a moment, even after she returned to her papers. "You may...call me Severus."
"Of course. I hope you know that I didn't whisper anything horrible at you, simply random phrases and-" He leaned in closer to her, face level with her own a few inches away. "Il n'y a pas besoin de tels mensonges , après tout, qui est de dire que je ne jouissais pas de telles divagations ?" Her eyes were wide as he walked out, finally satisfied he had won.

The gist of the translations:

She basically just said "I love you, you're handsome, take me now, blah blah blah, and his translations is; There is no need for such lies, after all, who is to say I did not enjoy such ramblings?

The song is La Mer, by Charles Trent

Thanks again to Scarletgrave for the request, I hope this was satisfactory! I'm planning on writing a Supernatural imagine soon, with one of the boys. Stay tuned.

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