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This is the story of 17 yr old Y/N falls for her Potions Professor. It took her completely by surprise. She found a person who finally made her feel worthy of being loved...
They got dressed in their clothes again. Y/N went into the spare room to dig through he school trunk. It wasn’t organized in the slightest, she had thrown everything into it in a jumble. Severus stood behind her in the door way, “Good luck finding whatever you are looking for in there,” in the classroom voice. Y/N turned back towards him and used her hands to present the trunk, spilling over with nonsense, “A visual representation of my mind,” she said with a giggle. He rolled his eyes and made his way down the hall to the stairs. Y/N had to take almost everything out of the trunk to find what she was looking for. She grabbed it and threw the rest of it back in, leaving the lid half open on top of nonsense.
Severus was on the porch reading in a chair. Y/N went out and sat down on the porch floor, leaning back against the wooden post. She laid her materials out, it was a rolled pouch containing charcoal pencils, a small knife, pieces of rubber for smudging, and also a sketching pad. Severus looked down at her questioning what she was doing. Without looking at him, Y/N spoke, “Stay just like that. I’m going to sketch you. Please.” “I didn’t know you could draw,” he said still looking down at her. “A childish hobby,” she spoke with a sullen tone. It had obviously been something her mother told her before. “I haven’t done this in months.”
Y/N leaned back against the wooden post of the railing, she bent her knee and laid her other leg on top letting it hang. She positioned the sketch pad where he couldn’t see. “Stay still please and don’t stare at me,” she said, sharpening the charcoal to the side of her body with the knife. Severus huffed but stayed still.
Her eyes went from the beautiful man back and forth to her paper. She tried to capture every tiny thing that made him beautiful. His long beautiful legs, the way his hair framed his face, his ever present scowl. It was obvious he would never see himself the way she saw him. “You look so beautiful down there,” he said, not able to help himself. “Quiet,” she said jokingly. He ignored that for now.
After a bit she was done, hesitant to show him but she did so anyway. She leaned over and handed the sketch pad to him. He was quiet for a moment and then smiled. “This is really amazing, love,” he said. “May I keep it?” he asked, looking down at her. Y/N held her hand out and took the sketch book.
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She turned her body away from him to gently tear it out of its binding and closed the sketch pad. It was clear she was hiding something. She held out the paper to him which he took. “Can I look at the rest of them?” he said knowing she had more in there.
“No.” Y/N replied. He never heard that from her. Y/N went to put her things back in the house and washed her hands. She turned back towards the living room and Severus was already thumbing through her sketches. Most of them were different, Her mother sitting in a chair in the living room, Draco in his quidditch uniform and broom, Pansy Parkinson laying on her bed sleeping, then there were several of Severus from memory apparently.
