♀ 𝕆𝕨𝕟𝕖𝕕 ♀ - 𝚂𝚗𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚞𝚜 × 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

〚𝟏𝟖〛⋊ sᴛᴏᴘ ᴏᴠᴇʀᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ⋉

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         𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟖
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𝖄ou sat in the chair, school uniform back on, and with one leg perched on the seating, the other dangling down.

"It doesn't take a genius to recognize you're worried about something. Speak," Snape demanded.

You nervously fiddled with the hem of your shirt, unable to meet his eyes.
Your glance fell on his crotch, prominent under his pants and barely hidden by his robes.
An erection.

No wonder.
He hadn't had the chance to relieve himself.

"Professor, you are still…," you wandered from the subject.

"I am," he interjected.
"I will have it taken care of later, don't concern yourself with it. Don't distract."

You looked up, slightly taken aback.

"There are others?"

You'd feel a little hurt if there were…

Snape rolled his eyes and sighed.
He was smiling, however.

"A joke. I was joking. As if there would be others. Now let us not waste my time, and get back to the reason we're having this conversation."

"I'm the only one?"

"As I said."

Eventually, you would find out, that wasn't entirely true.
For the moment, though, you believed him, and he forgot that he was telling an untruth.

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"Your concern, Lucille — what is it?"

You hum and hawed.

"It's… it's about the rumours. I'm not sure how to deal with stumbling into such a tense and private situation like this… I don't even know what actually happened!"

You were stressed.

The Professor thought for a moment.

"It's not my place to tell you, however, if you're that curious, I'd advise you to simply ask him about it.
I doubt his interest in you will falter.
Malfoy has always been adamant about his initial plans."

…that wasn't as helpful as you hoped it to be.

"...What about the rumours…"

You were referring to the talk about Lucius Malfoy being a Death Eater, but Snape took it in another direction.

"Yes…, many feel like he is easy to offend. Which he isn't… for the most part at least. He's just rich, arrogant, and loves being in control," he recounted,

"...and a Snob," Snape added.
"But that's far from being a secret, isn't it?"

A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

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"Now then…," Snape got up from his seat,
"If that's all, there's only one thing left that we must do…"

He pulled a small vial containing a clear liquid out of his pocket.

You cocked your head, confused for a moment.
But then you remembered.

"This is one dose of Pheromone Suppressant Potion. You are to drink one once a day."

He handed you the glass ampoule.