Misunderstood (Severus Snape X Reader)

Chapter 7

(970 words)

Your POV

Going to potions class, my stomach sinks into my shoes as I walk down the corridor. Getting closer and closer to Snape's class. I was sure he had questions as to why I stopped coming to read in his classroom.

Something that most likely shouldn't have happened to begin with, but now I wondered if he even noticed my absence. Turning the corner and waiting to be let in the class I chew on the inside of my lip as if it's the first day all over again.

'Enter'

Is heard from the room as the door comes open by itself. Walking into class last I take my seat quickly. Looking up at him his dark eyes meet with mine, blinking I dart them away to make sure he doesn't have time to think of anything.

He did admit he has a hard time reading my thoughts. Something I was sure wasn't possible for first years. Apparently that was the exception, at least another one of yours for the time being. Sitting in my seat I do my best to pay attention, zoning out for a moment.

"Miss (L/N)."

Blinking my gaze meets the Professor. His stern look evident as always on his face as he raises a brow at me slightly.

"Care to not zone out in my class, or do you believe this class is not. Worth. Your. Time?"

Shaking my head gently "No, professor."

"No to which, hmm?"

"No to it not being worth my time, Sir"

He tilts his head up as he stands there for a moment, reading me. Turning on his heels he makes a small sigh before he stops in his tracks, continuing the lesson. Looking back to my desk, my heart pounding in my throat. Trying my best to swallow it down, I hear my name again.

Seeing Snape now directly in front of me I jump. He leans down and gets on my level. "That is twice now, detention, see me after class, (l/n)."

Nodding gently I look at my lap defeated, that couldn't have gone any worse if I wanted it to. This was it for me, the clock started the count down and I'll be hanged at noon. Following with what was left of the lesson I sigh gently. Seeing everyone getting up after the bell I stay in my seat.

Snape leans on his desk as he waits for the rest to clear. "Would you care to explain why you haven't been in my class to study?"

"I thought you wouldn't notice, Sir"

His brow twitches "the star first year stops studying in my class and you expect me to not notice, I'm many things but a fool is not one."

Nodding gently I look at my hands. Hearing him sigh he walks over as I hear the door lock.

"Is this about whatever is in your file? You can either tell me now or I'll just read the file"

My eyes leap to his as a glare forms on my face.

"If I wanted to tell you, you'd already know."

He leans back in his seat as he looks at me. His eyes dancing between mine as he takes in my face and my words.

" You come to this school, no prior knowledge of anything, before the second term of your first year, you've beaten a mountain troll, stood up to me countless times, have read as many books as Hogwarts had to offer, and unlike other students, never go home for holiday"

"Why would your care, professor?"

"That is none of your concern"

"I'm the one you so desperately want to learn about, it does concern me"

"You said you thought I'd understand, make me"

"So you want to learn my sob story that is my life beyond knowing I prefer books to people"

"Enlighten me, (l/n)"

Softening my glare I glance away. "The family I have to go home to does not want me, at all. They don't care if I die the worst death imaginable. They don't care if I graduate, if I have friends, if I'm... Happy"

"Why would that be?"

"Because I'm different, I've never fit in, even more now. I'm an outcast, so I keep to myself because who needs friends anyway?"

His face grew solemn, at least more solemn than usual. There was a glint of something in his eyes, but I didn't watch them to see if I could place it. Looking down as I tried to ignore his gaze. He let out a small sigh before I spoke again. 

"I do not need the pity of my classmates, and I certainly don't need any from you, Professor." 

He blinked quickly as his eyes widened slightly, taken aback by my words. His face was still as he watched me. 

"I do not pity you, Miss (l/n)." 

Furrowing my brows in confusion I look at him. 

"Then what is it, Professor? Why do you want to learn my life's story?" 

Before he could speak the bell rang for the next class. Crossing his arms he leaned on his desk slightly. "I suggest you leave for your next class, before you are late." 

"But-" 

"Now." 

Getting up with a small huff I walked out of the room and towards my next class. What was that about? Why does he think he has the right to question me on my past? What was that look in his eyes? I should have watched them to see if I could figure it out, damnit. Shaking my head slightly I get to my next class, though I spent more time trying to figure out why Snape doesn't pity me like everyone else seems to. Then again, the probability of him not caring about me is higher than anything. That's most likely why he doesn't pity me.