The Stars on the Staircase

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.