Winters Cloak | S.S

23 | Entranced by your presence

"L/N follow me." His voice echoed throughout the tall dark trees that cast a magical mist around. "Stay close behind."

Fresh raindrops present on the leaves if you squinted and leaned close enough—inhaling the acidic nature of the plants.

"Don't touch anything." He repeated, but you shrugged, knowing he couldn't see it. Feeling his warm cloak feel like a protective shield over your body.

Rebelling his words again, your fingers gently swiped the greenery that was close enough to reach. Feeling the rough linear texture mixed with a low temperature. Not knowing whether they were poisonous or not, you decided to retract your hands.

The owls hooted once every few seconds and crickets buzzed everywhere. A few fireflies circled Snape's head and he swatted them away, making them travel into your direction.

You happily smiled at the fireflies, observing their gleaming nature. Until they no longer were present. You didn't know where Snape was heading.

Exactly how far are we travelling? It seems to me that the end of the forbidden forest takes you into a portal of some sort.

Because how long are we keeping this up. My legs are already beginning to feel numb.

You took a glance at his back, you never really paid attention to his broad shoulders and muscular outline that was popping out from underneath his white shirt.

You subconsciously licked your lips, imagining how it would feel to touch his back, simply draw random objects with the tips of your fingers.

Why. Why am I slowly seeing attractive traits of his? I shouldn't be...right?

As you walked behind him, all you could think about was how lucky it was that he wore a cloak—otherwise you would have been gushing about his body every day.

"You are silent, L/N."

You snapped out of your trance, gulping as he turns around and stops walking. His eyes were alluring. You hoped he had not read your thoughts.

His pale hands folded over his chest. His white shirt had a few ruffles near the collar, a classical combination with his black trousers. His hair looked ravishing in the moonlight.

Why did he have to turn around? Now I can see the visible outline of his abs and it's not helping my inner fantasies—

"I'm looking out for danger." You respond casually.

He paused to observe your face, then his black eyes darted over to the cloak you held so close. You blinked, trying to understand what he would be thinking at this moment.

Wasn't he feeling cold too?

"You want your cloak back?" You carefully slid off the cloak from your shoulders, instant cold. Until he showed you his palm, telling you to stop, non-verbally.

"Surely L/N I would have detected danger by now." Then his eyes bore into yours. "There must be another reason you're silent."

"Oh." Is all you could muster up. Your face went blank as he turned around and began to walk again, you wondered why he stopped? Maybe he felt your lusting eyes on his back.

"I can't believe you want me to talk, normally you would tell me to shut up during detention." You chuckled. But he didn't take this to be a laughing matter.

"This is not detention." He said as a matter of fact. Maybe you were irritating him.

"Well is still feels like one."

"Your foolishness is admirable, it strikes me every time." He began. Your ears perked up to hear him compliment you. Or so, you thought. "I suppose that type of behaviour requires confidence and you demonstrate that very well."