Trust me, Professor (Severus Snape x OC)

28 • Fool's Paradise

Intense nausea.

My stomach churned and twisted. And as the room spun around me, the craving of water hit me like a ton of bricks.

I covered my face with my hands, feeling the heat radiating off of my forehead. Immediately I knew I hadn't taken my makeup off, and neither had I undressed. I was overheating quickly.

When did I get back?

Blacking out was the worst. I hated it with my entire being.

I groaned and pulled the duvet over my head, wishing I'd just fall asleep again and skip to a time where my hangover had already began to drift.

What's the time?

All I wanted was to melt into the mattress till the nausea left my body. I groaned again and stretched my legs, horrified that I had been drunk enough to go to bed with jeans on.

«Pansy?», I whisper-yelled, «what's the time?»

There was no answer, but I definitely heard her move. I sighed and rubbed my eyes, still hiding beneath the duvet. «Pansy?»

«It's not Miss Parkinson».

My blood went absolutely cold and the nausea just doubled in intensity.

«No, no, no, no, no, no», I muttered to myself quietly as I slowly pulled the duvet down. Stopping just as it slid past my eyes and onto my nose. Till then I had not noticed the duvet wasn't even my own.

And there he sat, in a chestnut brown armchair. His legs crossed, and a mug of steaming coffee in his hand.

His eyes on me.

«Morning», Snape said, his deep voice rough in his throat.

My eyes darted around the room. It was definitely not my dorm room. I closed my eyes and chewed on the inside of my cheek till I felt the taste of blood on my tongue.

Oh, fuck.

How in the hell-

«Care to tell me why you came bursting into my office at 2 in the morning?», he asked me, his manner of speaking was so calm I found it ten times more terrifying than if he'd just yelled at me.

I cleared my throat, which turned into a cough as it had gone awfully dry. With pleading eyes I looked to him, and he simply pointed to my left. Rolling over I saw a pint of water sitting on his nightstand, untouched. I reached for it and felt the most insane relief rush through my body as the water came into my system.

Placing the glass back I sighed and sank further into... his bed.

«I would have», I said quietly, «if I could».

Snape had a sip from his coffee, his eyes never leaving me. «So you don't remember?», he asked. I could feel him judge me into my very core.

«No», I groaned and pulled the duvet over me again. I couldn't believe I hadn't noticed the smell of him till then. Then my eyes widened as my heart rate immediately went up, «did we..?»

I could hear him huff, «of course not».

I pulled the duvet down and narrowed my eyes at him, «you say that as if the idea of it would be disgusting».

Snape arched an eyebrow, «it would have been wrong, Leonie», he had another sip of his coffee, «now, tell me why you are here».

«Already told you I don't know», I hissed, followed by a complaining moan, «this room is spinning so fast, don't you have a potion for-»