Harry Potter Fanfiction: Student Reader x Teacher One-Shot Lemons

Professor Snape x Student Reader One-Shot Lemon: "The Yule Ball"

 Warning: This story contains heavy swearing and heavy sexual content, as well as descriptions of sexual harassment, reader discretion is recommended.

P.s- this is a long one soooo prepare your buns.

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Key:

First Name: f/n

Last Name: l/n

House: h/s

Eye Colour: e/c

Hair Colour: h/c

Hair Length: h/l

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Snape POV

She is so tantalizingly beautiful . . .

It was my only thought whilst my eyes were fixed on your face. The semi-darkness of the potions room slightly obscuring your more distinct features -although- I was still able to admire your unique beauty.

Every detail on your delicate face mattered to me. Every single insignificant freckle that worked so well together, the mixed tones earthy of purple, red and brown which made up the bags under your c/l eyes. Even that pale two-inch scar which occupied a small section of your left cheekbone mattered.

The little things about you were ever so captivating, like how you always tapped your foot in time with unique tunes you drummed with your hands.

Or how your head always laid on the palm of your hand when you were tired, whilst you simultaneously stared at nothing in particular.

I internally scold myself for being so pathetic.

As if you heard him internally admiring you, you turned your head to look up to the Professor with a slight sparkle in your gaze.

"Pull yourself together Severus. . ."

Your POV

Although potions was your favourite class, you couldn't help but let your mind wander. The lesson was more boring than usual- this was due to the fact that you had to do theory work instead of practical potion making- However, you weren't entirely bored. . .

You turn your head to the front of the class and your eyes meet those of Professor Snape's. You hold each other's gaze for only moments. But you couldn't help but feel like there might be something more between you, at least, you hoped so.

But he was just so damn hard to read. And besides, you were a seventh year. So perhaps. . . He views you like an adult- And potential love interest. . .

Well, a girl can dream.

You knew there was only a slim chance he liked you back, I mean, you were his student! But the complicated feelings of affection you held only seemed to grow as time went on in the depressingly dark dungeon which lacked all form of intimacy. . .

It was kind of ironic how such a gloomy room could cause so much warmth to blossom in you. A slight smile creased your face at the thought.

"I wonder when the last time he had sex was. . ."

You mentally scold and shake off the thought, knowing it wasn't appropriate- But, you were still kind of mischievously curious. . .

You look up to the Professor to meet his gaze a second time. And, you swear you saw a slight smirk curl the edges of his mouth.