Winters Cloak | S.S

16 | I want your touch, not his

You grumbled a few vile words out of your mouth as you proceeded to make your way to Snape's office.

Yeah I'm going to regret it once he hears me swearing but at this point, he can. I don't care.

You knocked on the door. He said 'come in' and so you did. He wasn't sitting at his usual place, he was standing tall. He could almost tower you. Sometimes you had forgotten how he was blessed with his great height and looks.

"Professor, if this is about Fred and George, I just want to clarify that I would never do anything to project harm to you." You tried your best to make your voice sound assertive.

Then you stood your ground, staring at him. He was staring back. As if contemplating on responding back in oppose to staying silent and dismissing you.

"That is a completely different issue."

"Then why'd did you call me here?" You smiled. Hopeful. That it would have been something optimistic. But then again, you were dealing with Professor Snape, a pessimist.

"As much as it pains for me to say this, Y/N. But I appreciated your present." He said with a stern expression. You were puzzled. Because you hadn't expected that from this dark, always serious and intimidating person.

"Really? Would you like some more?!" You found yourself heating up. Anxiously rummaging your tote bag to find any leftover candy.

Professor Snape showed you his hand as a way of telling you to stop. You obeyed and found yourself heating up two times more than before.

"Is that all you wanted to say?" You asked him with a smile. "What about the Fred and George situation?" You eyed him curiously.

Then again, he turned his back on you. "It is admirable for you to handle things on your own..." You tucked a hair behind your ear. Fidgeting your fingers and then playing with the sleeves of your robes.

He turned around, facing you again. "But I do not require for you to be nosy and play the hero. I don't need your help." He said with bitterness in his tone.

You frowned again.

Just when I thought we were growing closer, he shuts me down. Why? We are around the same age and he is alone most of the time. Why can't he just let his stupid walls down for me.

"I wasn't playing the 'hero'." You huffed. Aggravated by his lack of judgement of your character.

"Then what? Miss L/N. Tell me. Why do you require the urge, the desperation to protect me?" He inched closer and closer towards you.

"Professor...you are the head of our house. Plus I respect you." You managed to speak up. He blinked at you, rolling his eyes.

"Really now. I'm sure you had other reasons to step up. Perhaps, becoming an ally to the Gryffindors would do you justice?" He stated. You didn't understand what he was referring to.

Then it hit you. Fred and George asked you to meet them by the Gryffindor towers early in the morning. Did he notice you getting invited by them? They were pretty loud. Regardless, it wasn't fair for him to eavesdrop your conversation.

"Why do you care?" You said with a annoyed look.

"I don't. I'm just concerned for your safety." He said in a monotone voice.

Does he actually care now?

"You need to be in perfect shape for the Dark Lord." He walked closer. He was standing so close to you now, it felt wrong but right.

Never mind. I thought miles ahead.

He then proceeded to non-verbally move a stool towards your direction. It went behind your back. He ordered it to stay and you gulped. Just what was he about to do?