The note read simply "My Office. Immediately after dinner." On Monday Professor Snape saved me from falling off a moving staircase. Sparks shot out of our hands where our skin made contact as he pulled me to safety. Over the course of the week I have become obsessed, and uncontrollably aroused thinking of him constantly. I feel his eyes on me. I catch him looking at me. Nothing brings relief from the arousing day dreams churning through my mind since Monday. I fear I've gone completely mad. It's Friday and now I have this note. I know who it's from. This is a reader/Severus Snape story but it's formatted differently. It's written in first person, and I don't use name inserts to keep the reader more immersed. This is romantic mystery that begins before Harry comes to Hogwarts then eventually a time skip to the war and Headmaster Snape. All the characters and locations belong to J.K. Rowling. (I do not support or condone her. ) obviously a student teacher relationship is never okay this is a piece of fiction not intended for minors.

Snarry. Explicit. He hadn't meant to. He really hadn't meant to. It sort of just came out. He didn't even know what he was doing in the teacher's lounge but before he could tell his body not to do anything stupid, his feet had taken him to where he knew Professor Snape was, but he stood there looking at the older man, those black soulful eyes staring at him like they always did when he was angry. "I'm in love with you, Professor." Harry let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. His words were out in the open, and there was nothing he could do about it. All the professors at Hogwarts knew how he felt, and he couldn't go back now. The man he'd grown to love stood there, speechless, his eyes narrow and skin pale. "Get out." He spat. His words made Harry physically recoil into himself as his venomous voice pierced through his ears. "But sir." If it was even possible, Snape's eyes narrowed into even smaller slits until his eyes were almost closed. "Get. Out." He spat again this time a bit more angry than before, "before I throw you out!" Harry quickly walked out of the room, tears falling down his face. The cover photo/ artwork for this story belongs to the original artist