Severus Snape x Reader Lemon (Naughty Librarian)

******Just a little note before we begin******

Y/N = Your name 

Y/EC = Your eye color

Y/HC = Your hair color

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~~~Authors note~~~

Alright darlings, imagine this is right before Harry Potter came to Hogwarts. Let's say, right before his first year. You had just graduated Hogwarts and been hired on as a library assistant to Madam Pince.  

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All right, this one goes here."  I thought to myself as I carefully re-shelved a stack of books cradled in my arms. It was no small feat, seeing as how I was balancing carefully on a tall ladder ten feet above the floor.

"Ahem." A dull voice knocked my concentration aside, almost making me loose my balance. It was the potions teacher, Severus Snape. Gripping the bookshelf for support, I glared down at him.

"May I help you, Professor?" I used my most polite voice.

"Yes, Miss Y/N, I am looking for a book containing some of the more advanced potions." He replied.

"The Restricted Section." My tone was clipped as I went back to my sorting. Hopefully, that would end the conversation.

"Thank you, Miss Y/N. And if I might suggest, wear something else other than a dress on days you have to climb up to high places."

I gasped, looking down again, but he was gone. In a huff, I returned to my work.

I chose to skip dinner that night, instead opting to work on my novel. A single lantern illuminated the area around my small desk in the back corner of the library. I was so engrossed in my writing, I didn't hear footsteps coming down the dark isle. 

"You didn't come dinner." It was Snape again.  I was so shocked that when I jumped, I accidentally blotted the ink on my parchment. Cursing, I cast a quick spell to fix it, then slammed my quill down.

"Can I help you?" My voice was not polite this time. Snape stood in front of my desk, looking down at me. I swear to God it looked like he was about to quiz me on the purposes of unicorn blood. We remained like that for a moment, until he spoke again.

"I merely came to make sure you hadn't fallen off one of those ladders." He leaned forward, placing his hands on my desk, "But since you ask, yes, you can help me. Might I ask why you seem to have such a stick up your ass whenever I am around?"

My jaw dropped. Quickly recovering, I stood up and placed my own hands on my desk. We were only a few inches away from each other now.

"Says the pain in the ass that deducted points from my house and gave me detention every time I spoke, moved, or whatever else. Potions might not have been my best class, but I wasn't as hopeless as you made me out to be, professor." I hissed at him. 

"I see." He straightened back up, "I apologize."

"I...wait. What?" 

Did Severus Snape just apologize to me? 

"I do not believe I stuttered." Snape gave me a thin lipped smile, "Now that we are colleagues, I believe I can say that my actions were somewhat callous."

I snorted, somewhat callous was being too nice.

"But," He leaned forward again, "You do have to admit that you are partially to blame." Did this man insist on insulting me every other sentence? My nails dug into the desk.