love me, if that's what you wanna do | severus snape x reader

love me, if thats's what you wanna do

among staff and students, you were the talk of hogwarts for all the right reasons. exceptional grades, a relatively well known friendship group and a model student. you were the all round package for a hogwarts student. being in your seventh and final year of hogwarts meant new responsibilities, new choices to make and a whole load of n.e.w.t exams to study for. granted, you had always been offered someone else to take over for you however, you were adamant to do it all.

you friends made up of 2 girls. hermione granger, the smartest girl among the gryffindor house and flora beauman, the captain of the hufflepuff quidditch team. and then there was you, fellow slytherin and safe to say you were more on the artistic side of things but you did have the brains to back that up. when you three were around, you were all unbreakable to say the least. many names had been plucked up for you three. the traffic light trio (in accordance to how muggle travel uses traffic lights in your hogwarts house colours, respectively), the hogwarts keepers, the platinum girls. the list would go on.

the three of you had pretty good chemistry with all your teachers, even when the three of you had got into trouble, no doubt that they had been a lot fairer on you and let things slide. you remembered flora had been caught flying around on her broomstick by at least 3 muggles but she had least gotten away with it at the cost of 30 points from hufflepuff and had to sort through mcgonagall's personal cupboard for 3 weeks. you knew well hermione was also apart of another trio, her friends harry potter and ron weasley, you knew trouble was always abound when those three were involved but they always got away with it; due to dumbledore's gryffindor bias always flooding in.

to figure out how things got to how they were, there was a lot to unpack.

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the hat was stalling. you had been sitting at the front of the great hall for 20 minutes. the sorting hat was rambling on about two houses. slytherin and ravenclaw. you had big ambitions and dedication was a big part of you but yet there was a softer side, that was wiser and knowledgeable. as the hat continued to babble on, 1 minute became an hour, and that hour soon became a lifetime. your fists clenched, the hat hummed.

"so much power and potential but it has to be unlocked, and so the house that you shall go to is...slytherin!" the hat announced, the slytherin table had cheered and applauded. a sigh of relief escaped from you, you were convinced that you were going to be at the front for another hour. you sat amongst your new slytherin peers, all shaking your hands and welcoming you. you looked over at professor snape who had been applauding much to your surprise.

you heard that he was the scariest teacher around and having him for potions classes would be...interesting to say the least, all first years had potions. double potions to add, at differing times of course. that was how you bumped into flora beauman. chattering amongst your classmates could be heard as they tried to break the ice between them.

a sudden bang could be heard. "there will be no foolish wandwaving or silly incantations in this class." the foreboding potions master had entered.

"i don't expect all of you to understand the true art that is potion making, but for those select few." professor snape lectured, his eyes darted on you. he wanted each of his students to thrive under his tutelage, especially those who were in slytherin. there had been few slytherin students in this particular class, but there was something quite unique about you. whatever it was, he couldn't put his finger on it.

"i can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses, i can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper in death. i can change your lives in an instant, i only hope that all of you rise to the occasion." he said.

"now that is out of the way. who can tell me the four components of a sleeping draught?" he asked. of course, it was expected that he wasn't going to get an answer straight away, he had intimidated the socks off of these kids. but his attention shifted to you, who's hand shot up.