Severus Snape X Student!Reader

Tutoring

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 was the start of (F/n)'s last year at Hogwarts and she had to decide whether to take the class of Potions or the Dark Arts. She knew Snape was the Potion's Master and it pained her to have to leave his class after she had chosen the Dark Arts. In a way, the (E/c) eyed student thought it good. After all, she didn't want to look as though she were stuck to his side, as much as she wanted to be. 

Right now, she was sat with her head in her hand at the (H/n) house table in the Great Hall, listening to Dumbledore give his beginning-of-term speech. Beforehand, the new First Years had been sorted and you all had welcomed them warmly. It was refreshing to see new faces; it reminded (F/n) how just a few years ago, she was in the youngest year and that now she was in the oldest. 

After Headmaster's speech, he called for everyone's attention once again after a few moments of cheering. Apparently, there was going to be a few changing in staff. (F/n) didn't really pay attention at first, not really caring who changed. Until, of course, Professor Snape was mentioned. Immediately, her head picked up and swiveled in his direction. It seemed that Snape was being assigned as the new Dark Arts teacher! 

A smile was brought to her face, while a few other students looked as though they wanted to kill themselves – namely the ones who were taking his class this year, who thought they were getting away from him. This made a giggle rise from (F/n) throat, causing a few of the students around her to throw her questioning glances. She didn't mind. She was just happy that she got to be taught by her favourite Professor.

(F/n) didn't have a Dark Arts class that day, but she still studied hard – memorising every detail she could. She was getting to be rather talented at it, having already mastered the basics in her spare time. However, there was still one area she couldn't seem to get the hang of – Expecto Patronum – the ability to ward off dementors with some kind of spirit animal.

The first day breezed by, and soon (F/n) had a few hours to herself before it was time to go to bed. It was the perfect time to get some practice in. She trudged through the castle and out to the open grassland by Hagrid's little hut, unaware of the professor clad in black that was following her at a distance.

Once onto a flat piece of ground, (F/n) drew he wand from her cloak and concentrated. The memory that made her the happiest was supposed to make this work. Raising her wand high, she circled it above her head, chanting out the spell. A soft blue light enveloped the tip of her wand as it moved and expanded, beginning to take shape. But before it could fully develop, it dissipated into thin air. The hand that contained the wand dropped to her side and the (H/n) frowned.

Many times over, she tried and eventually tired. A deep sigh escaped her lips. 'Why can't I get this right?' she thought, turning around and making her way back up the path towards the castle. She only noticed Snape when she reached the top of the hill, practically bumping into him because she wasn't paying attention.

"Oh, Professor Snape! I'm sorry, I didn't see you there." (F/n) began nervously under the professor's unimpressed gaze.

"I am aware of your obvious lack of attention, Miss (F/n)." He replied blandly before continuing, "It would seem you're having trouble summoning your Patronum."

"Uh...yes, I am, Sir. Wait, were you watching all of that, Senpai?" (F/n)'s eyebrows shot up in surprise and questioning. Snape nodded, the corner of his mouth twitching downwards when he heard the nickname she used for him. Although only ever saying it when they were alone, Severus always feared that someone might overhear it. He secretly did like it when she referred to him as 'Senpai', but appeared not to for both their benefit. Instead, he replied with, "Yes, I saw all of it, Miss (F/n), and it appears to me as though you need some extra help."

"O-oh..." A light blush coated {F/n)'s face as she lowered her head slightly in embarrassment. "W-well then, perhaps, y-you could help me?" Her words came out as a stuttered mess of nervousness, for which she mentally scolded herself for, but the professor still heard it loud and clear. "Help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it, Miss (F/n)," Snape repeated one of the school's logos smoothly, and a ghost of a smile made its way onto his marble features. "Of course I'll help. Come and see me after your lessons every other day, starting tomorrow." He continued, watching as the student's eyes lit up before him.

"Do not be late."