Severus Snape X Student!Reader

Hell

Key: (F/n) = First name, (L/n) = Last name, (E/c) = Eye colour, (H/c) = Hair colour. (H/n) = House name, e.g Gryffindor, Ravenclaw etc. 

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It had been a few weeks since (F/n)'s detention with Professor Snape and she had practically forgotten all about it. Right now she was currently on her way to said professor's class. Problem was, (F/n) was going to be late and was in a bad mood. Nothing in particular had happened to put the (H/n) student down, it was just a feeling that something bad was going to happen, and knowing that she would most likely be called out upon her late arrival, her frown deepened.

Standing outside of the wooden door, (F/n) sighed before pushing it open with a creak. Well, there went her chances of entering discreetly. As if she'd get away with that anyway. As she entered, all eyes in the large class room turned towards her, which was unnerving to say the least.

"Can you please explain to the class why you are late, Miss (L/n)?"

The one voice that (F/n) didn't want to hear at that very moment drew her attention and she looked up towards her professor with a bitter expression. "Yes, I can. Someone told me to go to Hell, you see. Couldn't find it for a while...but now I'm here."

The moment the words left (F/n)'s mouth, she instantly regretted it as a flash of realisation for what she had done sparked in her (E/c) eyes. She hadn't meant it sound so harsh or smart-assed, but what was done couldn't be taken back. "I-" She opened her mouth to speak but Professor Snape's snapping voice cut her off before she could continue. "I expect to see you after class for that comment, Miss (L/n). Ten points from (H/n). Now get to your seat so I can continue the class."

A collective groan sounded from all the (H/n) students in the class as (F/n) trudged to her seat, her head hung low. Then, like normal, she took out her books and got on with the lesson. Best not anger the grumpy professor even more than necessary.

The lesson dragged on and felt like an eternity. Perhaps it really was Hell. (F/n) remained in her seat as everyone left, relocating to the front row, right under Snape's nose, when everyone left. From his desk, he looked down upon the girl in front of him. "I expected more from you, Miss (F/n). For a usually well-behaved student, it annoys me to see that good behaviour falling. Explain yourself." The black haired man demanded. The student under his harsh gaze flinched ever so slightly and began to talk.

"I-I'm sorry, Sir." (F/n) began, stuttering out her words, greatly intimidated. Unlike the last time, she'd gotten herself into detention on purpose, knowing that puns would land her here. But now she was quite frightened; now she'd misbehaved without realising the consequences. "I've just been quite stressed today and-"

"Really?" The potion's master interrupted, sounding incredibly bored, as he leaned his head on his hand.

"Y-yes, Sir. I really am sorry. It won't happen again." The (H/c) haired female silently prayed that she'd be forgiven and get to leave. It was lunch now, after all.

"And what, pray tell, has made you so 'stressed'?" Snape pressed, leaning forward slightly on his arm. Something about his tone said 'You think you're stressed? I have to grade papers, teach and protect children, look after the school and so much other shit that I can't explain' and it really made (F/n) feel bad for just waking up on the wrong side of bed.

"Just a bad feeling, that's all..." She eventually responded, albeit quietly. The professor gave a unconcerned grunt and sat up.

"Very well. Get out of my sight. Don't let your behaviour slip again. I'll be very disappointed if you do."

Without a word (F/n) slipped from her seat and set off quickly out of the class with her belongings. Once she was out of the classroom, she began to think. She'd gotten off lightly this time. But what did he mean by 'very disappointed'? He looked disappointed at everything and everyone.

Perhaps he didn't think so lowly of everyone after all?