The Assistant || Severus Snape x Reader ||

Chapter 14: Close Call

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(A/N): I know this seems a little OOC on Dumbledore's part...just stick with me! I have a plan for how it plays out. 

"On that subject, how has she proven to be as your assistant?"

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The sound of a knock on the door caused you to jump. This wasn't good. Based on the physical state that both of you were in, it was clear what had just occurred. If someone walked in now, you were surely done for.

Severus' head snapped in the direction of the door, blood rushing to his cheeks. He looked back to you, both of you were stricken with panic.

"Get up. Now." He demanded sternly.

You leapt up from the desk, almost collapsing when your weight distributed onto your wobbly legs. He managed to catch your fall, making sure you wouldn't completely fall over. Once you were steady, you yanked the skirt of your dress back down while you searched the floor frantically for your forgotten panties.

Severus was frantically getting dressed, flinching when another round of knocking came through the classroom. You checked under one of the bookcases for your panties, but you still had something bigger weighing on your mind.

"Sev, what does this mean?" You posed your question again.

Severus tidied his hair as best as he could, giving you a look at your interrogation.

"[Y/N], please, not right now." He said, more worried about the surprise visitor that would surely let themselves in if he didn't answer the door quickly.

You gave up on your search for your underwear. You figured that Severus would turn them up later.

"We need to talk about this. I don't know what this-"

"And we will talk about it. Right now, you should be worried about getting out of sight," He instructed, eyes dashing around the room; "Get under my desk."

He caught the devious smirk that involuntarily came onto your face as your gaze moved to his desk on the other side of the room.

"Classic move, Professor." You snickered.

He rolled his eyes at that. How mature. Although, the thought of what you were insinuating was...arousing.

"Just do it." He snapped, ushering you underneath his desk.

You looked up at him with widened eyes, to which he tried to ignore. He expected nothing less from getting this involved with a young and spry woman.

He adjusted himself again before finally answering the door. His heart sank at the sight of Dumbledore. Severus was rarely able to keep his interactions with him short.

"Good evening, Severus!" The headmaster rumbled.

Severus internally groaned. Now was NOT the time. In any event, he politely spoke.

"Headmaster." He acknowledged.

You were painfully cramped under the desk. Your leg was squished underneath your weight and your head was pushed against the underside of the desk. You didn't dare try to move and make noise though.

Dumbledore let himself into the classroom, looking around wistfully. Severus feared that he would try to get on the other side of the desk and see you, so Snape quickly seated himself at his desk to keep Dumbledore from entering that area.

You had to settle yourself between Snape's legs to avoid being completely crushed under the desk.

"Working this late, Severus? On a holiday?" Dumbledore asked, sensing something was up.