Hope For The Hopeless (Severus Snape x Reader)

A Little Lesson For Lockhart

Lockhart had pushed his luck too far this time. You strode confidently down the hallways to his quarters, your whole body so abuzz with energy that even your leg didn't protest the speed of your walk that morning. It was still early, the students would be safely tucked into their dorms for at least another half an hour, maybe more. The paintings along the walls were still snoozing away; you supposed there was no need to rise early if you're stuck in a painting all day.

Severus was walking with you, a look of uncertainty on his face. He had himself been in a similar position, though you were definitely not as angry, naturally he was quite worried about what you were going to do. Honestly, you weren't sure yourself but you weren't going to sit by and let Lockhart think it was okay to do stuff like that. Maybe some women would find the attention flattering, some would welcome it and that's fine but you didn't and he needed to understand boundaries.

You knocked on the large walnut door, shoving Severus out of view with your other arm. He looked taken aback but you put your finger to your mouth to tell him not to protest; he scowled at you but stayed put. Lockhart was clambering around in his quarters and then quickly opened his door. He smiled on seeing you and welcomed you in immediately.

His quarters were lovely, all airy pastels, velvet, and ruched materials. Not really your taste but it was pretty. His walls were adorned with pictures of himself; smiling, winking, and one with his wand poised proudly. Never looked that proud in person you thought; the last few weeks of his DADA lessons had been him reading from his own books. It was mind-numbingly boring for everyone, well, most of the boys anyway, the girls hung onto every word he said. The pupil's eyes usually lit up when they saw you at the front of the class though, meaning they'd actually learn something practical. That at least made you feel good.

Lockhart was looking at you with a fiery intensity, it made your blood heat up a few degrees and you swallowed back a grimace.

"So, to what do I owe the pleasure, y/n?" His voice was flirty and he was now smirking at you as he stepped closer.

Ready for a confrontation, and to scare him a little, you extracted your wand from under your cloak.

"Easy there, Casanova, I doubt there's much pleasure to be found in this room." You joked shakily, trying to ease the anger building inside. You weren't here to do anything serious, just send a warning message; that he should keep his hands to himself. With that thought, you knew exactly what you were going to do.

"I don't think I'm catching your drift, pretty thing."

Lockhart had to be the most oblivious person you had ever met. It's as if words floated in one ear and straight out the other without any processing in the middle.

You couldn't help but laugh, "Of course you don't. I'll make myself clear, shall I? I did not appreciate your...attention in the meeting."

Lockhart suddenly looked pleased with himself.

" Do you not see how inappropriate that was?" You asked with seriousness.

"It was a mere flirtation." He waved it off like it was no big deal.

"We have very different versions of flirting, Lockhart, and I'm not interested," you seethed at him, feeling sick at the mere sight of the man.

He scoffed, "I've certainly never had any complaints in the past."

His reply was too confident, too creepy. Urgh, okay enough is enough.

You lowered your wand and stepped closer, Lockhart didn't notice you hadn't actually withdrawn it fully, instead it was pointed at his hand. One more step closer, you looked up to him, then quickly to your wand. "Reducio!"