Trust me, Professor (Severus Snape x OC)

2 • Boat House

To no surprise the professor had refused my smoking inside and I'd chucked the half-finished thing by the castle door. He had not shoved me again then, or called me a dunderhead or an insolent girl — but I knew as much by the glare he gave me. He had wanted to.

The way he had strode past me down the corridor had me thinking he was not thrilled by the pace of my walking either, and though I had wanted to complain about my legs being shorter than his, he had darted ahead without as much as a huff or a rude remark.

Perhaps he won't notice if I don't follow — I had thought, but I was smart enough to know he had been royally pissed off, to the point where I definitely wouldn't be let off the hook so easily.

Despite our lack of interactions the past years, I knew everything else any other student had been told about him. But at the same time it hadn't intimidated me, because... in a way I understood. He was using anger to keep everyone at arms length. At least that was what I had concluded with and ignored the rest from there.

Stepping into his classroom I walked up to his desk where he was furiously rearranging parchments. «So? What do we do?», I dared ask.

«We?»

«Am I not here to keep you company on a night where you'd otherwise be dragged to some staff night? Detention is a great excuse, is it not? You'd rather chuck me out and be alone, but you can't. So you gave me detention», I spat out the theory I'd managed to cook up on my way to the dungeons.

By the very swift turn he took, his figure was towering over me in a mere second, «you deserve detention. And had that been the case I would've given detention to someone a lot easier to handle».

I chuckled at that comment and wondered if he even realised what he had just admitted to. You're letting me win!

«You find me hard to handle, Professor Snape?», I smirked up at him. His eyebrows twitched involuntarily as he more than likely regretted his words. «And to believe the great and dangerous dungeon bat finds me to be difficult».

«That is not what I said», he hissed through clenched teeth.

«Can I smoke in here?», I asked boredly, hoping to annoy him further.

«I am surprised you're even asking at this point», the professor huffed and walked away from me. In a way I felt disappointed by that. «And you may not», he murmured angrily pointing to a mop, «you may, on the other hand, clean the floors. They haven't been thoroughly cleaned since before summer. No magic. Go on».

I ignored his words and found a seat at one of the student desks, propping my chin up on a closed fist while staring blankly at the many shelves of ingredients at the back of the classroom. Wondering whether his underwear was black too.

It took him just a minute or so to realise I was not doing anything. Quirking an eyebrow at me, I returned the gesture questioningly.

«What?», I simply asked.

«Why aren't you cleaning?»

«You specifically said that I may clean, that is not an order is it?»

I could literally see him losing his wits in front of me. But still, he stayed calm and pointed to the mop once more. «Clean the floors. That is an order».

«That's more like it. Good boy», I praised him with a chuckle, noticing how he froze. Deciding to ignore it I walked lazily over to the mop and began doing what he had told me in the slowest way possible.

«What did you call me?», his voice was low and dangerous. However, I could sense how reluctant he was as he asked.

«So that's not your thing then? Unfortunate», I tsked, another smile tugging at my lips as I kept my gaze on the floor swaying the mop across the boards.