Heathen (Severus Snape x Reader)

6 - Unhealthy

"Your sister is headed here. It seemed incredibly... important." I hesitantly nodded. What could be so urgent she needed to leave class to find me? A minute later, I noticed him open the door. She came running in and looked nervous and as if she was going to be sick. "I told Draco." I felt my heart drop.

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I immediately looked over at the professor, who was looking at Amelia with a look of annoyance. "This is what was so important you needed to interrupt both my lesson and your own?" She ignored him, running toward me. "I told him everything. It was an accident. I thought he already knew about it all!" I looked at her hesitantly. "What exactly... did you tell him?" She looked at me with a sad look on her face. That was all I needed to know what she was thinking of. My eyes shot open, and I turned away from her. "No.." I whispered quietly, but not quietly enough as she quickly apologized to me. "I'm sorry. I thought he knew. I really did. He is your best friend, why haven't you told him?" I glared at her, "That is none of your concern. Get away from me." She looked at me with a look of hurt, but I did not care. She leaked my biggest secret. The thing I planned to keep hidden from everyone for as long as humanly possible. 

"Get. Away. From. Me." She slowly backed out of the room, to which the professor immediately shut the door after her. "Let us get back to the potion." I nodded, just wanting the conversation to be over. 

I stood at one side of the small desk, while he stood across from me. I first added the Ashwinder Eggs, making sure I added the correct amount by looking up at Snape. He nodded, urging me on. I then added a handful of the rose thorns. I ended up stabbing myself with one of them but moved on. I poured in a few drops of Refined Peppermint Oil, then lastly adding the Moonstone. I began stirring until he held out his hand, telling me to stop. I backed my hand off as he took over the stirring. "Grab a vial." I nodded, making my way over to the shelf of differently sized vials he had in the corner of the room. I grabbed a heart shaped one, feeling as it fit the theme of the potion the best. 

I walked back over toward the man, who continued to stir the potion. I handed him the vial, and he began to pour the potion in without paying attention to what vial I had handed him. Once he had gotten it all in the vial, he raised an eyebrow, realizing which vial he was holding. "Cliche." He scoffed lightly. I smiled and grabbed the vial from him as he handed it out. "What did you need this for, anyway?" 

He shrugged lightly. He didn't know. "It was practice. You did a decent job."

"So, I can keep it?" He quickly looked up at me, snatching the vial back. "No. It is extremely dangerous." I pouted, which he ignored and began cleaning up the mess I left behind. I went to help him, reaching my hand out to pick up the left-over rose thorns. He must have gone for the same thing, as our hands gently touched each other. We both ripped our hands away. He kept cleaning as I froze for a moment. His hand is so cold. He must have noticed me staring and looked up to see what I wanted.

I couldn't look away. His eyes are so dark, he had bags under his eyes like he hadn't slept in days. His skin was pale. His hands were cold and calloused. He looked exhausted. "I can assure you; my health is nothing to be concerned of." My eyes went wide. "How did you know I was thinking about that?"

"I know legilimens." I nodded slowly. "Right, sorry. You just um... look rather sick." He huffed and pounded his fist on the desk. "Leave." I jumped a bit, not expecting the sudden hostility. "What?" 

"I said leave." The words seethed from his mouth. What did I do? "My detention hasn't been served, yet." I spoke quietly. He glared back at me and pointed toward the door. I grabbed my stuff and left the room. I stood outside the door, closing it behind me. What the fuck was his problem? I noticed Remus walking up to me, perfect timing. He raised an eyebrow at me.