"NO GREATER MAGIC THAN LOVE" A Severus Snape Love Story

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Soon the holiday was over, we were back to classes. Tuesday morning started with potions with Gryffindor. I stood outside the class with my Slytherin fellows, trying to avoid the Gryffindors as much as possible.

By this time I was beginning to love potions. Professor Snape always maintained his stance in class and his voice was so deep that it sounded like a balm and was slightly erotic. I had to accept I was starting to have a crush on him although I never mentioned it to Sean, because I was not exactly ready for his reactions.

Everyone was wondering that day if professor Snape will actually show up, because we did not see him the entire week. Some were sure that the class will be cancelled and were placing bets already when the door opened up and holding the knob of the door, stood our potions master, staring down at all of us with his onyx eyes.

Damn he looked so unwell. It's as if he had worked the entire night and straight came to class without getting any sleep. He gestured us to enter. We went in, sat down, class started just as every day. He definitely looked like the past few days were quite tough for him; there were dark circles below his eyes, looked quite sunken. "Antidotes!" said Snape, looking around at us all, his cold onyx eyes unpleasantly. "You should all have prepared your recipes now. I want you to brew them carefully, and then, we will be selecting someone on whom to test one. . . ." I was well prepared with it, thanks to Sean. It's always great to study with him.

There was this guy sitting behind me, Jack Foster, Gryffindor; he always took pride in being one, his parents were good people and well known in the Wizarding world. He had nothing else to do in his entire life except pointing his fingers at others and take credit for others' work. However he was good at Quidditch and somehow he is supposed to be good looking and that's how he got away with everything. He was always gloating about the Marauders and how they took down the Slytherins. He has been nagging about Snape being a death eater since the beginning, but today he was crossing his line.

"Look at him he must have had some rough time after the fall of Voldemort. How the hell he is still in school? I think we should go to Dumbledore and talk to him about this. I cannot tolerate another potions class with this death eater"

"As if, you own the school or Dumbledore or Snape; Merlin, I cannot tolerate you, I did not throw you off the Astronomy tower" I thought to myself; I wish I could turn back and hit him hard on his head with my cauldron, but then that would be an insult to my cauldron.

I slightly turned my head to the side, so that he knew I was talking to him and said "Can you please shut up? Some of us are trying to listen here"

I could feel his ugly smirk, "I am sorry Diaz, but you can always ask your death eater head of house to give you extra lessons in case you missed something"

I rolled my eyes with disgust.

"Shut your mouth Foster, I don't care what you say, he is a great teacher." My blood was boiling now, he is so irritating, even his voice puts me off.

"No one asked you Slytherin cunt." That's it!

I turned my head around to look him directly now and said "Fuck off asshole, go and suck your little Gryffindor dick, because no one else is going to do it for you!" I said it a bit louder, and everyone sitting around us heard it and was laughing in hushed tones, which made Foster's cheeks go red; I was beaming with pride that I defeated the twit for the day, when I heard his voice saying "Ms. Diaz, is there something you would like to share with the class that is more important than my lesson?"

I looked in the front to see Snape glaring at me with his onyx eyes, I stood up feeling embarrassed, but before I could say anything, he added "It seems you are still in your holiday mood. I won't entertain such disorderly behaviour in my class"