The Professor

Chapter 4


Severus sat in his private chambers and sipped a glass of wine. He just had to be the hero, didn’t he? Hadn’t he had enough of that already? But he could not in good faith allow those two dunderheads to curse a fellow professor. He sure as hell couldn’t let them do anything else to her.

He let out a growl as he thought about the many, many times he witnessed Death eaters torturing muggle women. He had never taken part in any of it. Usually it was Crabbe and Goyle who enjoyed that more than the rest of them. Of course, they were dead now, killed by Order members in the last battle when the Dark Lord finally fell. Leaving behind their pathetic heirs to the family stupidity.

Severus drank deeply and thought of Chloe. Chloe. Really, her name wasn’t that bad. He was surprised that he couldn’t forget the feel of her touch. She didn’t grope him, she had placed a hand innocently on his shoulder. But he had felt the heat of her hand and for a moment, was caught up in the thought that he should reach out and take her hand. But of course, he didn’t. He walked away because he knew. He could see it in her that she didn’t find him all that attractive, just interesting. What did he care after all?

He lay his head on the back of his chair and closed his eyes. He pictured her smiling and her hair flying free. He still hadn’t seen her hair lose, even though it always looked like it was about to fall around her shoulders. Such a simple thing really. She had very thick, full lips too. If he were a different man, he would be knocking on her door right now. But he wasn’t that man. He was Severus Snape.

He allowed himself to relax as he placed his wine on the table next to him. He drifted off into a deep sleep.

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Chloe sat on the couch in front of the fire, pen and paper in hand. She stared at the blank sheet of parchment in front of her. She had wanted to draft a letter to Professor Snape, thanking him for intervening on her behalf, but she couldn’t think of anything to say.

She had the insatiable desire to befriend this man. Despite what she kept telling herself, she did only want to be his friend. She didn’t have any after all. Not really. Minerva was very kind to her. And she enjoyed sitting in the teacher’s lounge with Professor Sprout every afternoon laughing about the funny things the students did that day. Albus was…well…Albus was the Headmaster. Not really a friend. Hagrid was a hoot. She loved to talk to him. But there was still something about Professor Snape that made her feel…well…excited.

She decided that the only course of action would be to simply thank him and invite him for a drink as friends. Certainly that couldn’t hurt anything, could it? She could also ask him to help her with her wizarding history as well. Yes. That would create a wonderful opportunity for a friendship. He could teach her and she could listen to his voice….his voice. Oh it was deeply melodic. So husky, so manly.

She shook those thoughts from her head. No. Do not hit on the nice man who saved you. She put pen to paper and began to write.


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He saw her hair laid out on the pillow below him. Her luscious mouth was open and her eyes were closed. He was inside of her. Sliding in and out between her legs, he pushed in further and he heard her moan. She felt amazing. Her hands were wrapped in his hair as he nuzzled her breasts. He heard himself grunting as he thrust fast and faster. She was looking at him now. Her eyes were filled with affection and desire. He kissed her mouth and felt her tongue play with his. He felt himself reaching climax. He felt her legs wrapped around his hips and she was saying his name.

Oh Gods….

Severus opened his eyes and looked around. He had just had an erotic dream about her. And apparently…a wet one too. The front of his pants were wet from his own fluid and he cursed himself. What in Merlin’s beard was he thinking? He had more control than this! He grabbed his wand and flicked a cleansing spell at his groin. He decided that was the last time he would drink that much wine and fall asleep thinking of anything but work.

He went to bed but couldn’t sleep. He tossed and turned and decided to take a sleeping draught. Anything to help him calm whatever storm was raging inside of him. What the fuck was wrong with him?