Trust me, Professor (Severus Snape x OC)

62 • Fantasy

A/N: Hello lovelies. It has been... a year! I apologise, of course. During this time life has happened and I really have not had any time to write. Along the way, however, I kind of gave up and decided to unpublish everything. I began writing here like four years ago and I felt like the community I had in the beginning moved on after some time, which is understandable. I missed them.

And then came a little too many negative comments.

I can handle negative feedback, but I struggle when I see girls with internal misogyny in my comments where my female characters are judged for their sexual choices. Let me be clear, engaging in sex or being horny does not make anyone a "slut", whether they are a fictional character or a real person. While having personal boundaries is healthy and important, I really do not want my young readers to grow up thinking that enjoying sex or exploring intimacy makes you a slut. It is a normal human experience and should be free from shame or double standards.

I know my characters can be cringy sometimes, but so is real life. Real intimacy isn't like in the movies or porn, it's often awkward, funny even, and deeply human, which is why it of course require care and consideration regarding who we share it with. However, It saddens me that society judge women for choices that men, more often than not, make freely. I despise it. And I believe it can damage girls' selfesteem.

Anyway. I was also wrong. My community is still here. Maybe not as active. But you're here. I realised that when I tried to just turn off the lights and disappear. You showed up. Several of you. And I appreciate that very much. So, here I am. I made this chapter extra long, just for you.

I hope I did not lose too many of you during this time of absence. I hope you are all well. And I hope I did not lose track of this story. Thank you x

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Smut ahead.

«What if someone comes in?» I asked, surprisingly nervous as Snape shoved me into his old classroom. The familiar smell was heavy, and a little unsettling. The damp stone and cold air gave me goosebumps, and I wondered how I had been able to stay so confident and stern in this room in the past.

I scrunched my nose at the scent of acrid fumes and the occasional sulfurous whiffs. It was as if some potion had gone wrong before the holiday and no one had bothered cleaning it up.

«Your concern surprises me,» Snape drawled as he headed towards his old desk, inspecting it like burglars had recently been there and disturbed his space. In reality he probably had not even seen this room in a long time. «What happened to the girl who was remarkably impervious to both instruction and self-preservation? I always admired the persistence, had it only been accompanied by even a shred of good judgment,» he added and turned to look at me while leaning against the desk.

I swallowed and took in the sight of him. I'd missed this.

«Either she was exceptionally composed... or far too dim to recognise danger,» he raised his chin, «I was never able to determine which was most likely.»

An amusing snort escaped me. Crossing my arms over my chest, «then I suppose, Professor, it is fortunate I'm still here to give you time to decide.»

«It is,» he drawled, «-fortunate, that you're here.»

Snape pointed to the desk at the front of the classroom, not too far from his. «Please, take a seat, Miss Lovegood. You're awfully late, and we do not condone tardiness here at Hogwarts.»

I drew air through my nose and snorted impulsively then, already breaking and surely ruining the roleplay he had just attempted to start. A set of stern eyes land on me immediately. I held up my hands quickly. «Sorry,» I said, «I just wasn't prepared. Give me a sign or something next time, will you?»