Trust me, Professor (Severus Snape x OC)

10 • The ABC's

Smut ahead.

I awoke as the sun rose, immediately wanting to go back to sleep. But he had finally made a move, so I suppose he had to be awarded with my presence.

Still, I had made note of yelling at him for choosing this time of day, as the evening was much more inviting. At least to me.

Having to tip toe past the other girl's beds, I prayed to God that She would keep them asleep till I'd left. But alas, She did not listen. Perhaps God is a man after all? I mean, if there is one.

«Leo?», Pansy whispered as she rubbed sleep out of her eyes. I was just about to slip past the pole of her bed, murmuring profanities.

«Go back to sleep», I replied, hoping she wasn't looking for an explanation to my very unusual sleeping schedule.

«Where are you going?»

Sighing, I straightened out my skirt and crossed my arms over my chest, «it is truly none of your business», I said quietly, but as she furrowed her eyebrows I found it best to not make the girl any more curious. «But if you must know, Professor Snape assigned me the earliest tutoring in Hogwart's history. And for that I'm about to go woop his arse», I joked. Well, maybe not.

Pansy rolled her eyes and let out a chuckle, «as if he would let you do that. Good luck».

I have a feeling he would.

«Thanks», I murmured and left the dorms.

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I didn't knock as I entered the classroom. The way his cold expression welcomed me made me blow air out of my nose. «Aren't you happy to see me?», I asked and grinned.

«Sit down», his voice came out rough with sleep, as if he hadn't spoken till then. It seemed it distracted him as well by the way he cleared his throat and tore his eyes off of his papers.

«Where?», I strolled over to his desk, bearing a knowing smile on my face as my eyes dipped down below into his lap. Snape leaned over his papers, covering the view I had to his clothed middle. Definitely on purpose.

«Find a chair», he said slowly. I didn't care much for how annoyed he sounded, as if I was bothering him at an hour he preferred to be alone.

I crossed my arms, like a spoiled child, but I remained unashamed. «You invited me, remember? Cheer up». Rolling my eyes, I found a table instead and plopped down.

The professor sighed, unamused and clearly not happy. Did he wake up like this? Miserable.

«It was less of an invitation, and more of an order. You are here for private tutoring», he stated and leaned back in his seat. I stared at him for a moment, waiting for a faint lip curl, but there was none. Still, I let out a laugh.

«Very funny», I said and jumped off the desk. And as I approached his, his onyx eyes glared me down in such a deadly way I quickly figured he wasn't trying to be funny. «I am not doing any work, Severus», I murmured as I leaned over his desk by resting my palms against its surface. «And you can't make me».

«You desire a good grade, yes? Then do the work», Snape said slowly.

The door opened just then, and by the look in his eyes he wanted me to step away, at least so the distance between us didn't mean my words were hot against his skin. It would be... inappropriate. So I shuffled my feet to the side and leaned against the corner of his desk instead, pouting my lip slightly and crossing my arms.

I could've been asleep.

Professor McGonagall came in, her steps fast and determined. Her cat-like eyes landed on me right away, but I didn't falter and stared back.