Precarious (Severus Snape x Reader)

Chapter 6: Come

"Quite."

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You awoke the next morning in a panic. Your orgasmic haze had left you so sleepy the previous night that you had forgotten to set an alarm. Your watch read 4:55 when you clambered out of bed. You scrambled for a somewhat matching outfit to hide beneath your robes, which you did not forget this time. You brushed your teeth in rush and decided that the natural waves of your hair looked good enough not to bother with. You grabbed a few books, hoping that at least one of them would apply for the day, kissed Brew on the head, and hurried out the door.

It was five o'clock on the dot when you swung the door of the Potions classroom open. Severus was sitting at his desk, as he had been yesterday, but was reading a book instead of writing. Your breath caught in your throat once again at the sight of him. You grinned and hesitantly stepped toward your desk, setting your books down and finding your seat behind it.

"Barely made it, Miss (Y/L/N)," he chided, and you flushed at his words.

"I'm so sorry, sir, I'm usually quite punctual," you said, dislodging the air that was trapped in your throat. "It was a long night."

He hardly smiled, his eyes softening slightly.

"Bad dreams?"

You blanch at his words, the memories of the previous night flashing before your eyes. You quickly whisper Occlumens inside your head, but feel it falter under the immense stress of the situation. All you can do is pray that he can't hear your thoughts.

"You could say that," you squeaked, embarrassed at the sound of your voice.

"A shame. I could have provided you with... something to put you at ease," he said coolly.

Could this get any fucking worse? you thought.

"Something?" you asked.

"Sleeping draught."

You exhale forcefully at his words.

"Oh. That makes sense," you half-whisper.

A long pause.

"This course is rigorous," he said, "but I will make today marginally easier than the coming months are going to be. We will be gathering ingredients from the grounds."

You nodded. "How long do you expect today's lesson will be?" you asked quietly.

"As long as I want to keep you," he said. "We will take a break for lunch when I see fit."

Oh. Keep you?

You found yourself buzzing at his words, feeling as though he meant to possess you, to have you, to take you. You were sure he didn't mean it the way you took it, but you were excited nonetheless.

He rose from his chair and grabbed a small leather satchel, throwing it over his shoulder.

"Come," he said sternly.

Your vision began to cloud. You couldn't think of anything except him speaking that word to you in a different context.

Seriously, bitch, pull yourself together! You are NOT some horny teenager anymore!

It took all of your willpower to clear your mind enough to occlude it. You briefly wondered if he was boiling a cauldron of amortentia somewhere in the room. You followed him down the corridor of the dungeons, climbing a set of stairs to see a faint glow appear. You were hoping for the sun, but it was only the fire from the sconces on the walls. You knew it was too early for the sun to rise, and a bit of fear clenched deep in your belly. You weren't afraid of the dark, per se, but something about being outside in the darkness made you feel especially vulnerable. When you went to step outside onto the grass, you hesitated for just a moment, but he unfortunately took notice.