Trust me, Professor (Severus Snape x OC)

51 • Pain

The second I opened my eyes panic hit me.

Luna.

Father.

Snape.

Snape. I looked to my right. A pool of black hair covered half of my pillow.

The early morning light streamed through the window, grey and cold, tracing soft lines across the room.

Snape was laying on his side, one arm half-curled under his pillow.

Our talk from last night replayed in my mind. Gods. I closed my eyes, hoping it would fade, but it just didn't.

Being so tired, frayed... soft. It just wasn't... me. I had always made sure that wasn't me.

As if Snape could sense my being awake, he stirred lightly before rolling over to face me. Rubbing sleep out of his eyes.

I kept my gaze fixed on the ceiling. My breath shallow. I didn't trust myself to speak yet.

Then, quietly, he caressed my arm, «you're retreating already», he murmured. More than likely referring to my shell, or inner wardrobe, or whatever it was. But he wasn't accusing me, just... noticing.

«I'm thinking», I replied flatly.

«Same thing», he said, his voice still rough with sleep.

I turned to look at him. A smile instantly replaced my frown. «You look like you lost a fight with a pillow», I whispered, followed by a snicker.

Snape squinted at me, «it was a fair one. I maintain my dignity».

«Debatable», I said, eyes flicking to the tangle of sheets, as well as the mess of a hair he had.

He stretched and yawned, «you're staring».

«I'm just cataloguing the aftermath», I said, voice airy with a hint of sarcasm, «for science, you know. In case I want to publish an article, or submit a paper: How to emotionally unravel a former Potions Master in under twelve hours».

Snape's lip twitched. That near-smile he did when I annoyed him just the right amount.

«Submit to whom?», he asked.

«The Quibbler, Hogwarts or maybe... The Department of Magical Affairs and Unsolicited Emotional Crises», I replied and bit down on my lip, smiling as he made his way on top of me, pinning me down. His dark hair engulfing both of our faces.

He raised a brow and was dangerously close to smirking. «I have not heard of it», he murmured, «must be an incredibly underfunded department».

I laughed, «probably for the best. Your case file alone would be a full-time job».

«And yet here you are», he said, voice lower then, his velvet sarcasm curling at its edges, «working overtime».

My cheeks warmed while I smiled up at him, clenching my hands in his grip. «Speaking of», I whispered and nodded towards the door, «we should get going soon».

Snape's face dropped. It wasn't the conversation he had been wanting, obviously. «I have you in my bed and you want me to simply let this pass?», he murmured, sounding both offended and cheeky.

Giving him a strict but playful look I replied, «this is important. And you promised to go with me».

He subtly rolled his eyes, let out a heavy sigh and rolled off me. I noticed how he was adjusting himself beneath the duvet, his boxers most definitely clinging to his warm cock. Morning wood or good ol' natural arousal, who was I to say? Maybe it was both.