Light the candle

~Three~

"Well, that's all I had to say." He takes one last look around before leaving, making his eyes sparkle even more. Severus let out a long groan when he was sure that Albus was outside the dungeon. This old coot... How much longer will I be his pawn?

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Severus suddenly opened the door for his pupils, then returned to his desk without saying a word. He gritted his teeth at the sight of the famous golden boy. This damn brat. However, his eyes made contact with the brat's for a few seconds. But the potion master quickly looked away. Various emotions passed through the young Potter's emerald eyes, but he couldn't tell what they were.

It wasn't the first time he'd given him that kind of look. The brat had been doing it for a fortnight, ever since he decided he wouldn't accept anything from the Potter heir. It's really annoying. It was as if he knew that he no longer opened his letters or wore the bracelet. Severus still couldn't send them back. I'm so weak. He sighed mentally. He wrote the instructions on the board and then turned to the classroom.

"Today you will brew the Draught of living death. The instructions are on the board." He says coolly. I can't even sleep properly now because of him. Damn Gryffindor! He sits down and takes advantage of the fact that his students are busy collecting the ingredients they need to mark the third-year students' essays. He looks up to see what they are doing and only now notices that Potter has changed partners. He's paired up with longbottom. He frowns but returns to his essays.

"Get out of my class Mr Weasley. I don't teach lazy brat." The professor says in a deadly tone. The face of the young wizard became totally red. He wasn't even hiding the fact that it was Granger who did everything.

"Wha-what!" He shouts.

"Prof..." Miss Granger starts.

"Be quiet Miss Granger if you don't want to be excluded from my class." Severus Snape warned her. She has the decency to blush. She bows her head and returns to her potion.

"Fucking dungeon bat." Mr Wealey whispers when he collects his things.

"100 points for Mr Weasley for insulting his professor." Many students from the gryphon house complained about their loss of points. The brat had enough common sense not to retort and hurried out of the classroom.

"Silence! Do you want to lose more points?" The classroom goes quiet again.

"I thought so." And he resumed the course of his lecture in the deepest calm.

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"Really Severus? 100 points in 1 single course." Minerva protests seated at the teaching team table for the diner.

"Your Gryffindor needs to show adults some respect." The young Potion master retorts bitterly.

"Oh, common Severus. All my lions are not like that." She retorts.

"Fortunately." He said dismissively.

"Severus, my boy, don't be like that. They just need more discipline." The director adds with his twinkle eyes. Like you did with the mutt, Potter senior and Lupin. Severus' thoughts furiously.

He saw Minerva nod at Albus's words out of the corner of her eye. He gritted his teeth and turned his gaze ahead. The black hair meets the eyes of the Potter heir. He quickly turns his eyes back to his dish. Stop staring at me Potter!

Dinner continues at a leisurely pace. Severus no longer participates in the conversation. He listens with one ear, not paying much attention. It's not as if he's going to be included in some trivial conversation.