Captivated by Darkness: The Allure of Snape

Madly

It has been two weeks since your odd blackout. Right now, you are supposed to be doing something you weren't sure about what. You had been spaced out for the last two minutes.

As you realize you haven't moved or said a word, your eyes focused back to your full classroom, but right before you noticed that, you noticed the cold expression and black shoulder length hair in black clothing hovering in front of your desk bith hands griping the sides.

"I'm sorry, what did you say." You quickly say blinking quickly and clearing your throat. Snape, let's out a scoff.

"I asked you if you would help me grade some of my assignments, and I can help with yours." He says almost as if he is revoking the offer.

You quickly smile, trying to squeeze your thighs together. "Oh yes, I would actually thank you, professor.

"Right, don't be late 11:00 tonight meet me in the dungeons." He says quickly with. A SMIRK? You look around your classroom and see all the kids waiting to learn about potions.

You forgot whether you were teaching them how to make liquid death or liquid luck. You shook your head slightly, trying to focus.

You nod quickly. "Okay, I got it. I'll be there at 11". You say as he slips out of the door.

You look right back at the class and realize it is 1st years. "Oh, thank Merlin." You say softly before clearing your throat.

"Alright, class, let's get started! Today, we'll be learning about"... you glance around the classroom..."Potion safety." Very important stuff, you know. You nod. Now, who can tell me the third law of potion-making?

A kid with red hair raises her hand she looks shy, and her robes look a little... older. You point to her. "What is your name?" You ask, smiling holding your hands in front of you.

"Ramona weasly." She said quickly, followed by snickers e going in the room. You noticed her uncomfortable demeanor immediately. "Alright, class now, her name isn't that funny."

You then heard what sounded like a childhood memory. "Well, that because she's a filthy Half-Blood, there's nothing serious about that."

You felt your ears get hot and your hands shaky. You looked to a little blonde boy. "I presume you're a Malfoy?" No answer

You nod once and give a straight smile. Very good, Ramona. Now, let's hear that first rule of potion-making. "And I won't tolerate any snickering or disrespect. This is an important lesson. Go ahead, Ramona. I'm listening."

"Third Law was for making antidotes which appeared to say that the antidote for a blended poison - that is, a poison created by mixing several other poisons together - could not simply be created by finding the antidotes to each separate poison in the blended whole and mixing them together."

Your eyes widen. "Outstanding, I haven't heard someone say it that perfectly since we'll, I was in school." You smile.

As class went on, you got more and more happy, but that made you more tired. You were just about to drop your head to the desk during silent work, that is until you heard the loud movement of chairs moving and feet moving and papers being slapped on your desk by rushing students.

You groan and hope that you can just take a nap before you have to meet him. You start to think about him. Little did you know you weren't thinking you were sleeping, and it didn't help that you stood up the night before grading papers.

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The next chapter might be spicy it may not. By the way, the next chapter will be labeled Madly.
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