Severus x FTM y/n

Chapter One

"Y/l/n. I will need to see you after class."
Speaks Professor McGonagall five minutes before my transfiguration class ends.
When the clock finally chimed, all the other students bolted through the door, rushing off to the last class of the day. Most are eager to get the weekend started. Once the room has cleared out, I make my way to my Professors desk.
"I just wanted to see how you're doing y/n. I know things are a little bumpy as of now."
Says the older witch.
"I'm good. Things have gotten a bit easier but nothing I can't handle."
I explain, giving her a hearty smile.
"If you need anyone to speak with, you always know where to find me, okay?"
Continues Professor McGonagall. She looks up at me through her glasses.
"Thank you, Professor."
I say, giving her my gratitude. Ever since I started attending here many years ago, Professor McGonagall has always been like a mother to me. Even though she isn't head of my house, she doesn't hesitate to spend time with me, and for that, I am forever grateful. She's the only one who knows, the only one who goes out of their way to understand.
"Here is a slip that you can give to Professor Snape as to why you're late. I know he'll have something to say about it."
Says the Professor, letting out a small giggle. Laughing at the fact that her colleague and friend is a bit of a grouch.
"Thank you."
I say as I take the small note of parchment from her. She gives me one last smile before I retreat, heading to the basement for potions.
Outside of the door I can hear his voice. Going over todays assignment. I inhale deeply as I try to relax. Don't get me wrong, potions if my favorite class, not only because I like learning about them but I get to see him.
I grab hold of the brass handle, pushing my way in. Thankfully my classmates don't turn around to ogle at the fact someone dares to be late to Professor Snape's class.
"Y/l/n. Are you aware my class started exactly eight minutes ago?"
Speaks the man with the long black hair. His gruff voice sends electric zaps throughout my chest. I walk until I'm about two feet away from him, pulling the slip from my robes pocket. His fingers graze the ends of mine as he removes the parchment from my palm. I can feel the flush forcing it's way to my face.
"Hm. Very well. Take your seat then."
He says, blowing my lateness off to the side when he realizes my reason for being tardy.
I slip in quickly between Luna and Cho. The two girls both smile at me, knowing we can't speak.
The rest of the hour goes by quickly and quietly as everyone is engulfed in their work. It seems that Professor Snape gave us something simple today. Just a reading assignment with three questions to answer once we're done.
The clock chimes yet again telling us that the school day is finally finished. I can almost feel everybody's tension leaving their bodies as they gather their books.
"Y/n. A moment, please."
Speaks my Professor from his desk. I stiffen momentarily, hoping I'm not in any trouble. Just like before, I wait for the rest of my classmates to leave before heading to the front of the class. Once the cold, dark room falls empty I make my way to Professor Snape. He stands up and moves out from behind his desk, holding something that looks like a book in his hands.
"You forgot this yesterday."
He says stretching his arm out to hand me one of my notebooks. Thankfully I didn't need it during that class today. I totally forgot I had misplaced it. My mind has been elsewhere all day.
"Oh. Thank you."
I say as I take the book from him. I couldn't help but glance at his hands. They're quite large, some minor scarring from incidents throughout his life. They look rough but from the taste I got, they're very soft. "Try to keep an eye on your things will you? We don't need you losing something important, now do we?"
He says, as I glance up at him. I see what looks like a small flick in his lips that could pass as a smile. His one eyebrow is raised. A usual expression for him.
"Is there something on your mind?"
He asks, snapping me out of my gaze. I must of been staring too long....
"Oh, no. Sorry Professor."
I say anxiously. Forcing myself to look away from him.
"Mm."
He mutters out. I go to turn, wanting to leave him to his teacher duties. As much as I'd love to stay, that wouldn't be possible. Unless I was in detention of course.
"Y/n."
Speaks my Professor. I come to a stop, my side angled towards him since I was in the process of retreating.
"You have something on your sleeve."
He says, reaching towards my right arm. Even though he's being very gentle, nothing can stop the jolt of sharp pain that radiates in my bicep, causing me to wince. I just hope it wasn't enough to make him notice.
"There."
He says, holding up a small twig that fell from a tree sometime I was outside in the courtyard. Or maybe it's from Herbology. I won't know.
"Thanks."
I say sheepishly. Too embarrassed to look up again. At this point, I force myself to leave. Heading right back to my dorm. I close my door, locking it behind me. Im forever thankful that I have single use room. Never having to share with anybody unless I invite them up. Having all the privacy in the world...
I slip out of my school robe, tossing it onto the back of my desk chair. Inside of my bathroom I start unbuttoning my uniform shirt. Professor McGonagall got the Headmaster to allow a little leniency with my uniform. So instead of a regular white button up, I get black, sometimes even a dark gray. But those have been sitting, folded away in a drawer for months.
My blouse falls away and hits the floor, leaving me looking at my reflection in my small bathrooms mirror. My binder hugs my body just the way I need it too. Making me feel much better.
My eyes revert to my bicep, seeing that my bandage has begun to pull away at the corners. I grit my teeth as I pull it off quickly, getting it over with. Inside my drawer, I pull out a clean medium sized gauze pad and an antibacterial paste. I reach in again for the medical tape.
A few minutes go by as I clean my arm, the pain subsides once the healing paste hits my wounds. I apply the gauze gently, with minimal pressure, wrapping the tape around my arm this time instead of just halfway. I should of done that before, now it won't peel off.
Back in my room, I pull on a comfy knit sweater that was gifted to me over the summer. It's a sage green color that could look like gray in certain lighting, it's soft and fits loosely on my body. The baggier the better in my opinion. For the time being, until after dinner at least, is how long I'll stick to my school slacks. My shoes sit along the wall by the door as I change from plain socks to my fuzzier ones. This time of year is pretty chilly.
To pass the time I pop open the large window I have in my room, allowing the fall and early winter air to creep in. I pick up a book and read until it's time for dinner. My back is rested comfortably against the pillows on my bed. The candle on my bedside table flickers to life after pointing my wand at it. The smell of crisp apples fills the atmosphere..