Harry Potter Characters X Reader

Snape X Reader

You sighed. Potions is your least favorite class because both Harry and Draco is in this class, and boy, do they argue a lot. But since you are a Slytherin, you are expected to at least pretend that you enjoy Potions and Snape. Oh, how you wished that you were in Ravenclaw-you won't have to ever suffer through their arguments. But you were placed into Slytherin because... you didn't even know why.

As usual, you were the first one to arrive in class. Snape was at the front grading papers. You took in seat in the middle row and took our you Potions textbook. Potions is the one subject that you are good at, but Draco and Harry just has to ruin it.

When all the students were seated, Snape stood up. You turned to see who was sitting next to you. Oh great. You were sandwiched between Malfoy and Potter. This is going to be a long class...

Halfway through the class, when you were making The Draught of Peace, Draco started jeering at Harry. You spotted Ron raising his wand.

"Wingardium Leviosa."

But he missed. Instead of messing up the blonde's cauldron, he had flipped yours over. The half finished potion splashed over all your belongs, soaking everything.

You lost it.

"WHAT WAS THAT FOR, YOU HORRIBLE GIT?!"

Every pair of eyes suddenly turned to you, including Snape's. Your cheeks reddened as you hastily sat down.

"Miss (L/N)," the professor said, "detention tonight at eight."

"But Malfoy started it!" You protested, feeling your cheeks flame up.

"Are you done disrupting my class."

You nodded sulkily.

"Detention for the rest of the year, for falsely accusing someone else. Limpiosa."

Your soaked belongings suddenly became dry. This is so unfair. I hate Draco and Harry, but most of all, Snape.

When eight rolled by and kicked seven away in the arse, you grudgingly went down to the dungeons and into the Potions classroom.

Snape was standing at his desk, as if waiting for you. He handed you a pile of parchment and said two words, "Grade these."

Before you even sat down, you had already spotted mistakes.

When you finished, you stood up and handed the stack to him. A look of surprise flitted across his face. Then, without speaking, he took a copy of Advanced Potion-Making an flipped to the page bearing the instructions for Draught of Living Death.

"Tell me, what is wrong with this?"

You looked at the sentence, "Cut the Sopophorous beans to release juice." Chuckling, you answered confidently, "Using the flat side of a blade to crush it is much more effective."

Something shifted behind those abyss-like eyes of his.

"I will see you tomorrow."

You have been serving detention for a few months now, and had gotten used to the routine. Get a stack of assignments and grade it.

You walked into the classroom, expecting to see the professor, but he wasn't there. The room was empty and dark, and all the candles were unlit.

"Lumos," You said as the bright light of your wand spilled into the darkness. You took a stack of assignments and started grading.

You had finished all the correcting, yet Snape was nowhere to be seen. You sighed a little. To be honest, you had gotten used to his presence.

You made everything into neat stacks, organized the professor's desk, the sleepily headed to the Slytherin common room.