Suffering

Eyes on Me

The next morning, you woke before anyone else in your dorm, rushing to shower and dress. You thought, if only you could wear something cute, but alas, the uniform was not optional for classes. You could, however, wear some cute lace panties and a bra. Hopefully, you would get to show them to a special someone tonight.

There were butterflies in your stomach just thinking about it. You did your hair and makeup as usual. You rushed down the stairs and out of the common room into the hallways. You were one of the first to make it to the Great Hall. You knew this would make you look desperate, but you just didn't care. You wanted to see him and couldn't take a chance on missing breakfast this morning.

More and more students started making their way into the room for breakfast. It got noisy and crowded quickly. You were sitting at the end of the table where you had on previous days.

You made sure that your skirt was hiked up much higher than normal. Professor Snape would have a perfect eyeful from where he was sitting. Just then, Draco came and plopped down on the side closest to the teachers' table. "Damn," you thought to yourself. Draco was now perfectly blocking the view that was meant for the Professor.

Draco exclaimed, "Where were you this morning? I waited for you. Pansy said that you were already gone by the time she woke up."

You tried to gather your thoughts just as the dark, brooding Professor came into view. He sat down and kept his eyes locked on yours the entire time. Draco nudged your shoulder. "Hey, earth to Y/N? Why aren't you answering my question?"

You tried to think of something quickly. "I just woke up early and was hungry, that's all. Sorry I didn't wait for you. I didn't know that was our new thing."

Draco looked puzzled at your boldness and said, "Well, I figured since we were together..."

You barged in with, "Whoa... Since when are we together again? I never said that."

You looked back at the Professor, and he was smirking just slightly. It was small, but you caught it. You looked again at Draco, saying, "I had forgiven you, but I never said we were together again. I'm sorry if I gave you that impression. Perhaps, I was sending mixed signals."

Draco was stunned as he got up from his seat. He walked away, muttering the word "slut" just loud enough for you to hear it. You filled with rage immediately. You were not going to let it slide. You were done with this immature boy's nonsense. Just then, you stood with wand in hand, pointing it right at Draco's neck.

"Say. It. Again. I. Dare. You. Malfoy," you spat at him. Everyone in the Great Hall was looking directly at you now. Draco looked absolutely shocked. No one except for the golden trio was brave enough to stand up to him. He scoffed and started to say, "slu..." Just then, Professor Snape was standing right beside you. He quickly disarmed you and tried to put his body between the two of you.

Quickly, Draco spat, "Did you see that, Professor? She pulled her wand on me because I didn't want to date her. How pathetic."

Professor Snape sneered at Draco, saying, "Maybe you should watch your mouth with the lady."

You were absolutely shocked that someone, especially Professor Snape, stepped in so quickly. Snape said with a stern tone, "Malfoy, leave before I give you detention."

Draco exclaimed, "But what about HER?"

Professor Snape looked right into your eyes, saying, "Don't worry, she will receive proper punishment. Now GO."

Professor Snape handed your wand back to you without another word, and you quickly grabbed your things to leave the Great Hall. You could feel Professor Snape's eyes staring into your back as you walked away. You had almost forgotten that you had hiked up your skirt.

You attended all of your classes, and it felt in each one that students were looking at you and snickering. You couldn't let Draco get away with calling you that. It had felt empowering to not stand for his nonsense anymore.

You were done allowing that blonde-haired ferret to treat you like you weren't a person. Most of the day was uneventful, even Potions class. You found a seat at the back of the classroom where you could be alone with your thoughts.

Every once in a while, you could feel Professor Snape's eyes on you. It felt like they were burning you. What they were actually doing was setting a fire inside of you. You had to squeeze your thighs together to keep yourself calm. You thought to yourself, "How could one man hold that kind of power over me?"

Finally, the bell rang. You purposely fiddled around until you were the last one in the classroom. You nervously made your way up to the front towards the door.

Just before you walked out, you heard, "Do pull your skirt down, darling. I love the view but prefer it to only be for ME." That word was emphasized. You could hear it in your brain, over and over, "Me." You flushed and instinctively pulled it down as he ordered.

You continued towards your dorm room since your classes were done for the day. You flopped yourself on your bed and started thinking about him again.

He had consumed your entire day. Every thought was about him. You knew the evening was going to drag on until you could see him.

At dinner, you sat alone again at the end of the table. Luckily, Draco left you alone for now. He was probably embarrassed from the morning's events.

You picked at your plate. You were far too nervous to eat. You even tried not to make too much eye contact with Professor Snape, but that was a challenge for you.

The one time you did look at him, he gave you a look up and down that said, "Eat your dinner." You tried, but it was difficult. There was too much excitement to eat.

Finally, dinner was over, and the students exited the Great Hall. You were somewhat slow as you made your way to the Professor's office. You were full of anxiety.

You thought, "What if the Professor didn't really like me? What if this were some sick joke?" Doubts filled your head. You finally knocked on the door, and it quickly opened. It was a room you hadn't seen before. You never had a reason to seek him in his office.

There was a large wooden desk in the middle of the room with a fireplace to the side. There were tons of bookcases with dusty old magical books of various shapes and sizes. For a professor, this room was rather bare but somewhat expected from Snape.