Cursed (SnapeXreader)

Tired eyes

Uploaded: 3/1/19

After a long night of studying you hear the other Gryffindors start to awaken from their beds. You hear the groans, of students complaining about not wanting to go to their first class. You, however didn't mind your first class, herbology was pretty easy for you. It just came naturally to you, so did charms, however you weren't really looking forward to your potions class. Mainly because of your encounter with Professor Snape yesterday evening, but also because you found potions particularly challenging. You liked a challenge but you also hated being mocked for getting things wrong, which is what your professor made a habit of doing. You weren't a bad student though, in fact you were one of the only ones that took potions seriously. You studied all of the time, you were very familiar with all types of ingredients, the rare ones interested you so much that you had heaps of books based on them; illustrations of the rarest and finest bottled ingredients, detailed descriptions and recipes of the potions that contained them. You also managed to get an Outstanding grade in your O.W.L's which put you through to Professor Snape's advanced potion making lessons. However it was the practical work that stumped you sometimes, however you tried your best and asked for help when you needed it.

Snape was a rather difficult person to get along with. He had an exceptionally brilliant mind which you envied, but he never warmed to anyone and always treated everyone like they were below him. He was extremely hard to please, no matter how much you listened to his boring lectures. He also seemed to favour the Slytherin students, due to him being their head of house and him being a former Slytherin himself when he was a student at Hogwarts. You didn't mind that much though, you just accepted that he would never like you and he would be one of the only teachers who you didn't get along with. Besides, you tried your very best to be polite to him and you never spoke a bad word about him, unlike most of his students (even the Slytherins). You were a bit of a teachers pet, only because you enjoyed school and learning new things. People often took the piss out of you for it, but you didn't let it get to you too much. Snape was a man you highly respected which made you eager to impress him at any given time, though most of the time he would express his disappointment at you when you messed up a 'simple' brew.

You got out of bed, gathered your robes and quickly slipped into the bathroom to wash yourself and get ready before any of your room mates beat you to it.

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You made your way down multiple of the moving staircases, your (h/l), (h/c) hair bouncing on your shoulders as you made your way to the great hall to have some breakfast. Your appetite was still low, you probably wouldn't eat much so you brought a couple of your books to study while everyone else ate.

As you walk over to the Gryffindor table you are stopped by your white-haired friend Draco Malfoy. You were one of the only Gryffindors he spoke to (in a nice manner), you and Draco have pretty much grown up together. Your parents and His met when they were at Hogwarts and were friends ever since. The last time you saw Draco was at your parent's funeral. You were hoping that he wasn't going to mention anything about them to you, it would just make you feel worse.

"(y/n) !  It's good to see you."

"Hi Draco." You say, unenthusiastically.

"You look tired... I suppose you were studying all through the night... correct?" He asks, already knowing the answer.

"Do I look that bad?"

"Well no... that's not what I was trying to.. I just meant that..." He says, desperately trying not to offend you.

You chuckle, brushing it off. You knew you didn't look too bad, after spending a decent amount of time making yourself look presentable this morning.

"Either that or you're on something. Your eyes are as red as your tie." He says sniggering.

"I most certainly am not on something, Draco." You squint your eyes at Draco, a playful smirk on your face.

Crabbe and Goyle start walking over to you and Draco's direction so you sit down at your table trying to avoid any contact with those dimwits. Draco wanders off back to the Slytherin table with them, as they both glare back at you.

You start flicking through your book again, cramming knowledge whilst the hall fills with the smell of buttery toast and syrupy pancakes.

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Your morning is filled with helping the first years pot screaming Mandrakes in the greenhouse with Professor Sprout. You then move on to some private study, learning about the magical properties of Puffapods. You also take some extra work from Sprout for you to do in your free period later that day. Due to your hard work, she also gave you a Puffapod to keep for yourself as a token of her appreciation. You thanked her and made your way back to the castle and heading for the east towers to your charms class with Professor Flitwick.

Charms was like any normal lesson, you went over all of the non-verbal spells that you learnt last year, earning the usual praise from Flitwick. You found it terribly easy which made the lesson seem like it went on for a painful eternity. You didn't realise your eyes getting heavier as you start to drift off behind your copy of 'Olde and Forgotten Bewitchments and Charms'. As class ends no one wakes you, everyone files out of class totally oblivious to your sleeping figure on your desk. Professor Flitwick was too short to even see behind the book stood up on your desk, to which he leaves his classroom and locks the door.

A half hour goes by and you begin to wake up.
(y/n)  {where the hell am I? Oh god...oh bloody hell Y/N!!! ...I FELL ASLEEP!?!?!} You curse at yourself in your head as you bolt towards the door, with your heavy load of books in your arms.

You tug on the door handle which you then realise is locked. You pull out your wand, holding your tall pile of books with just your left arm.

"Alohomora!" You shout as the door clicks, unlocking.

You race down the several flights of stairs from the east wing, down into the dungeons.

(y/n)  {oh (y/n) you've really done it now. Professor Snape is going to go mental; first you use a sharp tone with him, you leave in the middle of a telling off, then finally to top it all off... you are nearly an hour late to his lesson. Great. well done (y/n)!}

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Sorry there hasn't been much interactions yet in this story. I kinda feel like I don't want to rush any sort of relationships with any of the characters, and I hope my descriptions are not too vague. The story will get more interesting I promise... especially in the next couple parts... thanks for reading

~ C (: