The Potions Master

fifтуseveп: are you mine?

third pov.

He was being as idle as he could, trying to act casual in his place at the stands. The other staff members would chat amongst themselves and make comments about the game, but his black orbs were transfixed on that girl. Unable to look away.
Sometimes he wondered if it were obvious to the other staff that he was in love with her. He hoped not, but Dumbledore always kept him in a skeptical state.
She was flying around in search of the snitch, keeping alert. He loved her hair being held up in a ponytail. Why hadn't she worn it up like that more often? He took notice of how Draco Malfoy was not paying attention and just following her around, trying to talk with her. He truly sucked at quidditch. And Harry, from the Gryffindor match, would follow her around in case she found it before him.
He couldn't help but feel jealous. I mean, it really looked like all she ever attracted was men. How many seem interested? Harry, Draco, Remus, Oliver.. stupid oliver, Blaise zabini, Neville... Tch. If only there were a way to fix that..... Especially with that horrendous dance coming up, how ghastly to him. He hated events like that, but she was unfortunately going.. Unless...
No, that would be rude. He was debating on whether or not to find a way to get her into trouble, but that would just make her upset.
He hated boys.
Following her around in her business, from every corner was a boy who had a tiny crush on her. Hah! They didn't even know her as well as he did, fools.
Oh?
She suddenly was zooming around, quickly and almost unable to even see her. She was spinning in circles with her arm outstretched, she'd caught the eye of the snitch. And Potter, being himself, caught on and chased after her tail.
Sometimes he'd wished he'd never saved Potter so many times, it was his most concern for him that potter, liked her. I mean, he already had one stupid Potter, steal someone away from him.
Not again.
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Eventually, the game had ended, and Y/n was on the ground crying with a smile while holding the snitch. Poor girl. She was so hung up on catching the snitch and not Harry, that she leapt from her broom and caught it, whilst immediately falling a painful height.
But at least her tears were happy.
What a determined girl.
Severus had no mind to this though, all of her friends crowded her and of course they wouldn't give her anytime to herself tonight. He knew they wouldn't hang out today, but he had come to terms with it. He was smirking all the way back to Hogwart's, and even at Dinner. He would smirk a devilish grin at Mcgonagoll who was frowning.
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wednesday. potions

"Potter! If i find you distracting Miss L/n again it'll be fifty house points!"
Severus seethed at the young boy, who had stolen his seat next to Y/n.
Harry gulped and remained silent, Severus straightened out his book he was reading while he walked about the classroom in caution. He continued to read.
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"I should sit by her she's my girlfriend!"
The voice of Draco malfoy shrieked and tried to pry Harry out of the chair. Y/n groaned. "No! No I'm not!" She whined. "See? Look how much she loves me Potter!" Draco joked but still tried to rip Harry out of the chair, whom was pushing at Draco. "Y/n hates you! She was so concentrated on the snitch but you kept nagging at her and she fell from her broom!"

"I DONT CARE GIMME THAT SEAT!"

"Gentlemen. Or should I call you that?"

Snape glared at the two boys. "You relentless animals. Neither of you will be sitting next to Miss L/n today. In fact. You two will enjoy the company of one another while she sits with me".
Severus let a grin pull at his lips, both of the boys lips closing and they let their shoulders fall.

"This is your fault Draco".

"Shut it potter".

Y/n giggled as she carried her supplies over to Severus's desk, and sat with him instead. Cassidy was in the back of the room gawking, her mouth unhinged and frozen.
"Did no one else see that?!" She shrieked but no one paid her a mind in the world.
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thursday.
"Knock it off!" Professor Snape hissed at the two boys, hitting the backs of their heads with a book. They grunted, both had pulled up individual chairs to sit next to her, almost in a competition. Constantly talking to her. "Detention, both of you. 50 points from Gryffindor".