Cursed (SnapeXreader)

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Uploaded: 21/2/19

Later that afternoon you finish up your last class of Herbology for the day. You yawn as you make your way back from the greenhouses and back into the warmth of the castle, even though it was only September you could already feel the weather changing already. You look up at the greying sky, then looking back at your watch. You had plenty of time before your tutoring lesson with Professor Snape, so why not...take a detour?

(y/n) {I wonder if Snape is still teaching a class...Maybe If he wasn't busy I could see if he wanted to start tutoring a little earlier.}

You change direction, going straight towards the large staircase to the left of you, you squeeze through the busy crowds of students, carefully stepping down the now moving stairs.

(y/n) {Ugh, this really wasn't the direction I was hoping to go in...those bloody stairs have other plans for me by the looks of it.}

Nevertheless, you carried on and turned left again going deeper into the castle, you come to a narrowing, the stone walls dimly lit by fire torches. You feel as if the further you go down this route, the narrower it gets. Suddenly you hear a loud bang, as if a door had been slammed, this only fuels your curiosity as you delve deeper and deeper into the unknown.

"Lumos."

You illuminate the crooked corridor as a figure begins to walk your way, you stop in your tracks, a little fearsome. The figure starts to come closer, his fancy attire immediately giving him a name even before his Strawberry Blonde hair could be visible. It was Gilderoy Lockhart. He swishes his periwinkle cloak before pointing his snooty expression your way.

"What are you doing down here Miss...er?"

"White. Sir."

"Miss White of course!" He says obnoxiously loud, his eyes fixated on the side of your face. "Matches that strand that glistens before me." He says before reaching out and touching your hair. You flinch back.

"What are you talking about?" You ask, extremely confused. A devilish smile grows on Lockhart's face.

"N-nothing, nothing at all my dear." He says in a patronising tone, he squeezes his rejected hand into a fist, a large smile still plastered on his face.

{I could smack that pompous grin of that-}

"Lockhart?" A glow from another wand appears from behind you. You knew exactly who this was, and you felt slightly relieved.

Lockhart's fist loosens. "Snapeyyyy! Come to join in on our little...gossip?" Lockhart smirks, raising a brow at you. You shiver at his creepiness.

You turn towards Snape, being careful not to dazzle him you keep your wand pointed at Lockhart.

"Professor Snape, I was er- I just got a little lost...I was actually meaning to come and see you." You say, ignoring Lockhart's previous remark.

"But Miss White, our tutoring doesn't start for another-"

Snape eyes dart towards your hair—weirdly in the exact same position as what Lockhart was staring at a moment ago.

"That will be all Lockhart." Snape says coldly, as Lockhart then saunters off. "I think you better come with me." Snape's eyes were still fixated onto your hair, he realises this and quickly turns around and begins to lead the way, you follow—leaving behind Lockhart.