"Michel!!" Pansy's voice, sharp as a knife, sliced through my sleep. She shook my bed with a ferocity that would have made a badger blush. "Wake up!!."
I groaned, burying my head deeper into the pillow, a fortress of exhaustion against the morning's assault. "Not now, Pans!!."
"You're gonna be late again!" she yelled, yanking my blanket away with a force that threatened to rip it from its moorings.
"Who cares?" I mumbled, my voice thick with sleep. Stubbornness had become my default setting these days. Two measly hours of sleep, a head throbbing like a drum, and the lingering exhaustion of a night spent in the throes of forbidden passion left me utterly drained.
Pansy, undeterred, snatched the pillow from my face and slammed it back down, a playful yet forceful attempt to jolt me fully awake.
I growled, a low rumble of annoyance, and glared at her. "Fine! I will just take a shower..."
As I stumbled out of bed, Pansy sauntered over, her gaze falling upon my lips with a curious intensity. "What happened to your lips?" she asked, her voice laced with a hint of amusement.
I instinctively reached for a mirror, my heart skipping a beat as I caught sight of the small, crimson cut on my lower lip.
Snape's bite. A mark of his passion, a reminder of the wild intensity of our night.
"Are you dating someone?" Pansy inquired, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
"None of your business," I snapped, my voice cold, before hurrying into the bathroom.
I stripped off my clothes, my cheeks flushing as I noticed the remnants of his kiss, a delicate map of his passion etched upon my skin. A monster indeed.
Now, how do I hide it? Civilian clothes were forbidden during school hours.
I took a quick, invigorating shower, the warm water washing away the remnants of the night. I pulled on my uniform, then rummaged through my closet, finally settling on a scarf, a flimsy shield against the world's prying eyes.
"This must be okay?! I guess?" I muttered to myself, hoping the scarf would be enough to conceal the secrets my lips and neck held.
After I was ready, I made my way to the Great Hall, the scent of frying bacon and toast filling the air. I settled down with the Gryffindors, taking a seat next to Hermione, who was engrossed in a book, her brow furrowed in concentration.
"Morning," I greeted them, my smile faltering as I noticed their weary eyes.
"What happened to you guys?" I asked, my voice filled with concern.
"Tired and exhausted and tired and tired again," Ron answered, his voice dripping with irony. He leaned his head on the table, his appetite seemingly vanished.
"What happens to your lips?" Harry asked, his gaze fixed on my mouth. He moved his chair closer, his hand reaching out to gently touch my lip, his touch hesitant, almost reverent.
"I am... accidentally bit it," I mumbled, averting my gaze.
I grabbed a glass of water, gulping it down anxiously.
"And your neck? Don't tell me you bit that too?" Hermione whispered, her voice laced with a teasing edge. I instinctively clutched my neck, my heart pounding in my chest.
She gave me an uneasy smile, then gently adjusted my scarf, her touch a silent reassurance.
"Harry? Did you do something to Professor Snape?" Ron muttered, his voice laced with suspicion. I glanced towards the professor's table, my eyes meeting Snape's gaze. His eyes were dark and intense, a storm brewing within them. I quickly averted my gaze, returning to my breakfast.
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Love In The Midst Of Darkness
Fanfiction"Who Will Save the Savior?" Severus Snape devoted his life to saving others, even when it meant being hated and reviled by the very people he protected. He died believing he was despised, and branded as a traitor to Dumbledore. But what if, at the l...
