Trust me, Professor (Severus Snape x OC)

20 • Blue Bird

«What the actual...?», I hissed as my behind thumped to the floor. It didn't take long till Snape had dressed himself, the sound of his belt ringing in my ear.

Shortly after the lights turned back on. His bed looked disheveled, and so did my hair. I brushed it down quickly before slipping on my underwear.

«Go, now», he demanded, pulling at the sleeve of his shirt. His eyebrows pressed down, a crease etched into the skin between them. He looked stern and cold, more so than usual.

«Tell me what's wrong», I ordered and stood up, brushing my fingers through my messy hair. I could still feel how he'd stretched me out just minutes ago, and here he was kicking me out.

Snape clutched to his arm then, wincing and baring his teeth in what looked like pain.

«Did I hurt you?», I asked, utterly confused and just a wee bit angry.

He pointed to the door, «leave, right now. And don't come back».

I furrowed my eyebrows and folded my arms over my chest, «don't shut me out, Severus».

«Do as I bloody say, Leonie», he growled and grabbed ahold of me only to shove me out of there. I tried to protest, but he was truly determined to make me leave.

«At least tell me why», I hissed as he was about to open the door to send me out into the hallway. He stopped for a short moment and I looked at him over my shoulder.

I swore I saw something gentle flicker in his eyes just then, but it soon faded, «get to bed, and do not leave it till morning. Understood? I see you monday».

I huffed and was about to give a smart remark when he shoved me out and closed the door in my face. And there I stood, barefoot in the hallway, my dressing gown the only thing making me look even the slightest bit decent. The rest of me looked and probably reeked of sex.

I muttered a few profanities under my breath and walked back quietly, hoping a shower would calm me down.

Professor Snape was a complex man, that I knew. Something told me the abrupt end to our night wasn't about me, that maybe the lust and fire I had seen in his eyes so many times till now was genuine and not yet lost. Or perhaps that was just me comforting myself, having been discarded like... no worse than a dirty sock.

On the other hand, I wondered if I had taken my curiousity too far. There could be a chance that Severus Snape had been defeated against my advances, not able to say no. But that... couldn't be. He had seeked me out when I distanced myself.

There was no use contemplating the many reasons why he kicked me out. Either way those thoughts were interrupted the moment I returned to my room, fresh out of the shower.

«What? Weren't you...?», Pansy stared at me from bed, her eyes darting to my own and then back to me. The sleeping figure in my bed looked quite convincing, if I'd say so myself.

«Just needed a shower, didn't want to scare any of you in case you woke up», I whispered and forced a roll to my eyes, keeping up my appearances.

«A shower? In the middle of the night?», she hissed quietly.

I shrugged my shoulders and sat down on my bed, scrunching my wet hair in my hands, «don't you ever feel like you want one after masturbating?»

Pansy's eyes widened and her mouth fell open in disgust, «ew, Leo! I don't need to know that!»

I let out a chortle by her reaction, «you should try it sometime, maybe you'd be less of a bitch, hm? Loosen up a little».

Pansy huffed and flipped me off, turning her back on me. The drapes on her bed immediately shut around her.