The Potions Master

тшептуfive: pt. 3

I was dancing with Blaise, having a quiet nice time, today was quite calm and I was getting finally good at the dance. I would only now occasionally hear Snape call me out and insult me. Only occasionally. Cassidy dancing with Draco. She had become quite distant to Brian and every time we would have him come up as a subject to talk about she would end up saying she hated Pansy Parkinson. I started to avoid talking about Brian. When Professor Snape had turned around to insult a few students I saw Blaise starting to lean in and close his eyes, causing me to start leaning back, woah buddy, no no. "What're you doing?" I asked shrinking back just a bit, he ended up stopping and chuckling nervously. "Oh- sorry nothing". He stated. I mean, I just didn't want my first kiss to be him.. I laughed awkwardly. "Oh". I muttered and continued dancing with him, silence creeping it's way in. "I'm glad you asked me". I said, clearing up the silence. "Asked you what?" He cluelessly asked. I laughed and nodded no. "To the dance". I stated it obviously causing him to laugh at himself. Well I liked that, he was comfortable in his own skin.

The bell rang, everyone zooming out besides Blaise who looked like he wanted to stick with me. "Already?" I looked around noticing everyone leaving. The dance was in a few days.. Hopefully I was good enough by now. "L/n stay after class, Zabini get going". Snape ordered. "I'll see you after". I said to him assuringly and he nodded sauntering away. I waited for the whole class to leave and the doors to close then I turned to my Professor. "What?" I asked harshly.

"Ahem. Excuse me". He started off. "I mean.. yes your majesty?" I sarcastically replied. "I need you to stay and practice dance with me, your dancing is absolutely horrendous and you need professional help, I don't want my pupil to look stupid at this traditional Ball". He admitted to me. I sighed knowing this was going to happen. "Fine.. but if we are doing this on my time, then you will have to teach me until you consider me really good. And we won't stop till then". I demanded. He thought and groaned quietly. "Deal".

Despite my small and tiny fragile efforts to keep the atmosphere nice and polite, we had the passive aggressive banter still going. I'm not saying I hated it, sometimes I actually enjoyed it. Because.. sometimes he seemed to enjoy it too..

I would do my best and dance with him. It was silent, but it was calming. I feel like I could almost fall asleep in his arms. Although I wasn't close enough, nor would he let me more than likely. I could imagine him reacting in a disgusted way and shoving me away. It almost hurt to think of. I snapped out of my delusional thoughts when I stepped on his foot. "Sorry!" I apologized quickly. But he didn't seem to care he just nodded. He'd been staring at me for awhile now. I just started at his chest, avoiding eye contact. I slowly let my hand work on its own and intertwine my fingers in his. I unknowingly did so until I heard him clear his throat. But I ignored t and continued quietly. The music faintly playing. "Here why don't I play something more fitting". I said and pulled away from him, walking over to the stereo. He watched curiously as I turned it off and pulled out a muggle iPhone X. I only ever used it for extreme message emergencies. But it also had music emergencies..

This was an emergency right?

I opened up my iTunes and played a particular song, one of my favorite muggle songs "Afraid" by the neighborhood. It was quiet, and calming, I could dance slowly to it. With my professor.

I hummed along and quickly hurried back to Snape's warm hands and held one, putting the other on his shoulder. His hand finding its way back onto my waist. I looked up at him attentively and smiled, wondering if he'd like it. He seemed pleased. I think.

"When I wake up, I'm afraid, somebody else might take my place, When I wake up, I'm afraid, somebody else.. might end up bein' Me". I said quietly, looking at my professor's chest thinking. He danced much more exaggerated and date like when the son played making me smile. He must've liked it. I felt myself slowly get closer, my hands intertwining between his fingers, and I no longer stepped on his feet. Something about this made my heart beat faster, and something about this made me feel so... amazing, this was great. He made me feel great. It was almost scary. I breathed in deep through my nose, smelling.

It smells like a warm clean library, with hints of rain drops.. and like the Slytherin Common room. A cold smell

My professor smelt like this. Was this a mistake. Surely I made that potion wrong then. Was I wrong? I tried to tell myself my nose was just being messed up but it felt like I was lying to myself when I did. I looked up at my Professor, my heart skipping a beat when I made a deep eye contact. He smelt amazing. Did I have a crush on Professor Snape? It felt wrong to think, but it felt wrong to say I didn't. Everything pointed to the answer yes..

Oh gosh what have I gotten myself into.

time skip two days.