Of Slytherin Descent (Snape/reader)

Ch. 2: Passively Aggressive

In sitting in Dumbledore's office and watching the pictures of the previous headmasters flash before me in the portraits hung orderly on the wall.
"Thank you for the opportunity, I happy to be back at Hogwarts." I say
"Of course, L/N, who better to fit a position than someone with such experience", he says this while pacing the room.
Naturally I feel the urge to ask about that man I spoke to in the hall. On the contrary, challenging colleagues probably isn't the best foot to start off on.
"Something is on your mind".
My eyebrows raise a little at his accusation, I know I can't lie to Albus Dumbledore. He is offering me a new chance, even though he knows the dangers of my identity. He's slowly become like the father figure that I haven't had in at least a century.
"Who is the man with the long black hair?"
Dumbledore chuckled knowingly,"You must have run into Professor Severus Snape. He's the current Head of Slytherin and Potions Master, though he's quite notorious for his...personality."
My pure lack of luck struck my reality as soon as he said that. Of all people I would make enemies with, it's the Head of Slytherin. Not only did he seem to have a distaste for me because I'm new, he loathed me even more because I have the job he wants.
"I take that he has made a bad first impression?" He paused in thought while moving his hand to his beard as if he was finding the right words to make Snape's impression any better,"Just give him time, he will adjust."
"One can only hope so", I say with a sigh and a chuckle.
I go to get up,"I enjoyed speaking with you again, although I believe it's best that I go and prepare for the upcoming year."
The edges of Dumbledore's mouth etch upward into a knowing grin.
"Enjoy your stay Miss Slytherin."
I smile, I miss hearing my name. Even though it doesn't hold the best of reputations, it reminds me of my parents that are long gone by now.

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I take a seat between Professors McGonagall and Sprout at the induction in the Grand Hall. I am still fairly new, but the two seated beside me have helped me warm up to the position. They have explained the layout of things as well as given me a tour around the Castle in order for me to learn the staff and their classrooms.
I admire the Grand Hall while waiting for the seats to be filled with new and old students. I feel tense as I turn to look on each side of the massive table. I see Hagrid, he's absolutely massive, a true gentle giant. I look forward to getting to know his knowledge of the creatures that lurk near the castle. Though all the staff in Hogwarts is quite knowledgeable in their own specialties, so I'll be able to take advantage of that to get to know them better.
I feel the hairs standing on the back of my necks while sharp eyes pierce my skin. When I look up I'm met with the eyes of Severus Snape himself. His mouth is set into a thin line and his eyes bore into mine. The glance is long enough for him to paint a nasty look on his face. If looks could kill, I'd be long gone before I even walked through the door.
Entitled git, I think, trying to non verbally transport the words to his mind..just in case he can read minds....maybe it's too harsh, but I don't care.
I decide to ignore him for the time being because there are other matters to attend to.
Within a few more minutes the room starts to fill with students. They first begin trickling in slowly, but eventually the Grand Doors are not wide enough for them to file through at one time.
All different ages and houses dissipate to their respective tables. Within half an hour or so, the first years are already getting ready to be sorted.
Dumbledore stands up and claps his hands to gain the attention of the mass crowd for his annual speech
"Welcome to Hogwarts, before we begin the Banquet, I would like to say a few words. We have a new Professor this year that will be taking over the Defense Against the Dark Arts." He pauses and gestures to me. I told him ahead of time that I had no interest in making any kind of speech, so as I sat there I hoped he would keep it simple.
"This is Miss. Y/N L/N!"
Applause cascaded through the Hall and I stood briefly to make my presence known before sitting back down.
"It's now time for the first years to make a single-file line in front of the sorting hat. You'll will be sorted into houses and then receive your proper uniforms. Let the sorting begin!"

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It felt like ages until the feasting began.
The sorting went well, some students seemed really happy with their houses, others seemed to care less. Nevertheless each house celebrated their new arrivals.
Tomorrow I would begin to teach. It felt like a dream. Yet looking in front of me, I was able to bring myself back from my thoughts.
Everyone around me was surrounded by their own conversations, most being on the topic of the first day of the new Hogwart's year. I'd heard this throughout all of my years as well, so I had no true interest in listening.
I let my mind wonder elsewhere until people start to shuffle out of the Grand Hall. I wait until the Professors begin to stand before I take my leave.
I walk toward the Slytherin end of the castle to retire to my private chambers. Yet I can't shake the fact that Snape is behind me heading in the same direction. I spot a door nearby mine with his name etched into it....

There's no fucking way.

His door is right beside mine.
Knowing of our passive-aggressive relations, he could try to curse me as soon as I step out the door tomorrow morning. Dread seeped into my chest.

Surely it would be ok...right?

"Surely someone with your qualifications can read?", he sauntered behind me as he said it, "It would be a pity if you were illiterate."
His footsteps stopped beside me. He wore a sly smirk as he said it.
I peered up at him silently, the smirk was stuck on his face. I was ready to throw a hex at him already, but I have to at least make it til the first day to get fired.
I turned around to face him completely. His eyes burned on me, he was unreadable.
I laughed in his face.
"The only pity is that I'm stuck beside you."
He looked at me nastily, but his annoyance is not my concern. Whatever his thought were, were his alone to deal with. I reach my door a few feet before he grabs my shoulder and turns me to face him. His face is inches from mine.
"You don't want to do this," he states this calmly as if it's a warning.
"We'll see what I want to do Professor Snape. I suggest you figure out how to deal with my presence or this year is going to be very hard for you, despite whether or not you want my job."
He reads back in white hot anger and sneers; readying a comeback. Before he manages, I grab my shoulder from him and stride into my room, using magic to close it behind me. It closes in the face of the snake that is the Potions Master.
I don't know what about him makes me act so impulsive, but I'm one to finish what I start.