Cursed (SnapeXreader)

There's no place you'd rather be

Uploaded: 11/06/19

You stir slightly, your eyes closed, still half asleep. Your mind eventually awakens, you lift your head up slowly from the unusual sleeping position you find yourself in. Your sleepy eyes open bringing you back into reality.

You spent the entire night with him.

Your Professor.

Professor Snape to be exact.

You pick yourself up from the floor, trying not to move the bed which Snape is still fast asleep on. You can't help but feel guilty for sleeping here, if anyone finds out, you would both be in serious trouble. Technically you didn't sleep in his bed, you just slept...against it?

y/n {Oh this is still wrong...very very wrong.}

You assess the situation. You have a few options... You could leave quietly like nothing happened, silently sneak back to your common room and act as if you had fell asleep on the sofa studying or something. You could wake Snape up, most likely having to endure a painfully awkward conversation on how this shouldn't of happened and that you mustn't speak of it again. Or you could go back to sleep and let Snape figure out what to do about this 'morning after' situation. You begin to pace the floor, trying to persuade yourself that whatever you do it's not going to change the fact that you had a sleepover with your school Professor.

y/n {Oh (y/n) you only fell asleep on the man's floor, it's not like you bloody-}

As you're trying to rationalise the situation, you turn back around to see Snape, sitting up in bed, his arms folded and an unimpressed look on his face.

"White!! You should of woken me up! What time is it?" He scratches his head as he looks towards the window, the sun blaring through the curtain gap.

"Err- five twenty four Sir." You say, sliding your pocket watch back into your shirt.

Snape swings his legs over the side of the bed, attempting to stand up, he falters and winces in pain. You feel a wave of guilt come over you, it was you who had hurt him and it pained you emotionally to see him struggle.

"H-here let me help you Sir." You go over to him, hooking your arm under his, giving him support as he stands. Snape wobbles slightly but gains balance whilst holding onto you.

"I'll go and get Madame Pomfrey to come and check you over." You say, rushing over to the door.

"No! If you go and get her she's going to wonder why you were in my private rooms at this hour, and not in your dormitory where you should be." He shouted ever so slightly. He sat back on his bed, rubbing his forehead with his hand. "I'll send an owl to her, she won't get here very quickly but hopefully she will arrive in the next hour or so. In the meantime I will just have to stay here and think of an explanation as to how I am injured." He says with a sarcastic tone. He looks up at you, a frown on his face.

You noticed he was trying to fight of a smirk that was lifting the corners of his mouth. When you think about it... It is pretty funny! The dark and strong Professor Snape, who just so happens to not only be the potions master, but also a very skilled duellist , hurt by a 17 year old girl to the degree that he can't even get out of bed.

"I'll go a little more easy on you next time Sir." You say with the same tone, with a sassy flick of your (h/c) hair. You look at Snape, the way he looked so vulnerable, his long black hair slightly messy from his slumber. You then realise that you are staring and look away.