'What was that all about? With Professor Snape. I mean you didn't do anything, did you?' Ron asked me while I sat in the common room reading a book.

'Honestly Ron, I have no idea what he wanted. He asked if I made my potion correctly and that was all.' Ron was deep in his thoughts thinking about why he couldn't just say that in class. That moment he got a huge smirk on his face. (Y/N) looked at Ron and sighed.

'Just say what you are thinking!'

'What if Snape is your loved one. Oehhh.' (Y/N) began laughing.

'Shut up! Bloody hell, I would never.' she said but secretly it would be pretty cool if it was him. That would explain the Whiskey. Maybe she should go ask him even though he would probably not say anything about it. He was a very mysterious man and you couldn't just read the emotions of his face. You had to look at the gates of the soul, the eyes. (Y/N) giggled and Ron noticed.

'What are you smiling about?' (Y/N) blushed slightly.

'Kinda private. Keep your nose in your own business,' she said while she gave him a small punch on his shoulder.

(Y/N) had to wait till after the curfew for her to sneak out and go to Snape's chamber which was absolutely prohibited but she had to do it. There was no other way to talk to him. After they had that conversation about it, (Y/N) noticed Snape tried to avoid her.

'Hi guys!' someone said, coming into the common room. When Ron and (Y/N) looked up they saw Harry and Hermione come in. They studied in the library for something almost all day and (Y/N) knew Ron was a bit jealous. Hermione sat on the couch next to Ron, obviously, and Harry sat down next to (Y/N).

They talked for a bit but it was getting late so they went to the dormitory. (Y/N) said her final good night to Hermione who was sleeping in the same room and waiting for her to fall asleep so she could sneak out. It was not the best option after all that happened with Lockhard and of course Snape would just send her back to her dormitory.

Half an hour later it was completely silent and to make sure Hermione was really sleeping, she whispered her name: 'Hermione, are you still awake?' No response so that must mean she was already in a deep sleep. It's time now! (Y/N) thought by herself. She slipped out of her bed and got changed into something decent. She didn't want Snape to see her in her nightwear. She realised a big breath she didn't know she even had and softly snuck out, hoping (Y/N) did not wake anyone.

Walking through the corridors, looking at the dark view she saw in the windows, (Y/N) was on her way to Snape. She knew his chamber was at his classroom so she would just knock on that door. That was her only plan and if he wouldn't answer she would wait in front of the door.

Her hand was a few centimeters apart from the big door, hesitating if (Y/N) should really do this. She knocked a few times, there was no going back now but there was no answer. She sighed and didn't know what to do now until she heard a deep voice behind her.

'And what are you doing here miss (Y/N) (L/N)? In these late nights you shouldn't be wandering around like that.' She turned her heels to look up at the man who only wears black.

'Sorry sir but I would like to speak to you for a moment?' Snape thought for a few seconds. As her teacher, he should probably let her in because it was dangerous to be here alone.

'Follow me.'

(Y/N) was surprised by this answer and followed him into his classroom to his chamber.

'So, what brings you here?' he said while (Y/N) sat on the couch and Professor Snape making some tea. She wanted to ask him about his Amortentia but she first had to figure out if it was really him she scented. She had no other choice than to ask the one question that Professor Snape would not like.

'Can I get a hug?' Snape looked confused in the eyes of (Y/N) and frowned.

'Why do you want a hug?'

'Because...I want a hug.' He sighed and pulled her in his arms. He seemed uncomfortable with the hug but (Y/N) didn't mind that. He probably wasn't hugged that much as a child nor in his adult life. She sniffed his cloak, trying to make it unnoticeable. And could you guess what she smelled. Strong coffee, candles, old books and a hint of whiskey and rain.

The fire from the fireplace was crackling in the silence (Y/N) was about to break.

'What do you scent in your Amortentia?' Snape was prepared for this question because he knew (Y/N) would ask at some point.

'Why are you so interested in that...?' He walked to the couch and set a pot with tea in front of the couch on the little table. Snape poured some in and handed it to (Y/N). Her cold hands were immediately warmed by the hot water.

'I think you know why,' she said. This was daring for her to say but she had to do it. Snape frowned.

'Snow, lavender and cedarwood.' he said quickly so that (Y/N) could almost not hear what Snape said.

'I don't see why this is your business miss (L/N).' In the meanwhile he placed his body on the sofa next to (Y/N) and their knees were touching. (Y/N)

He stared at her soft, pinkish lips and she heard his breathing getting louder than normal.

'Are you....suggesting something? (Y/N)' She noticed how Snape finally said her first name again. She wanted to kiss him so badly at this point. He was so attractive with his cloak and his deep, warm eyes but cold as stone face.

'Oh, fuck it!' before Snape could react, she pushed her lips on his for the second time. Snape didn't pull away this time but leaned more forward so that the kiss was even deeper than before. He stroked his tongue slowly against the bottom lip from (Y/N) and she allowed him.

Their tongues were fighting for dominance passionately. The breathing from both of them became harder and (Y/N) starved for something more. She climbed on top of him without breaking the kiss. Snape didn't like the way she took control over him and as rapidly as he could he slipped under her and got on top of her, making it Snape in control now.

'You naughty girl, who said you could do that. I have to punish you now,' he sissed in her ear which made her entire body shiver.

'Speak,' he said.

'Yes Professor. Punish me, I have been naughty.' she said while reaching for his lips with hers but he pulled his head back so that (Y/N) is not able to kiss him.

'Good girl,' he said with a smirk before pushing his lips against hers again. Snape moved his lips from hers to her neck, slowly giving kisses everywhere. (Y/N) let out a moan after he found her sweet spot.

'You have no idea how crazy you make me,' he growled through the kisses. Her hands made her way to the back of his head, pulling him closer and swinging her legs around his body. Suddenly he stopped.

'(Y/N), maybe we should think about this before we actually do something we can regret.' The facial expression changed in half a second from I-want-more to what-the-bloody-hell.

'What are you talking about!? I want this, please.' Snape got up, stroking down his hair and trying to get his cloak to hang good. He didn't say a word and (Y/N) was still laying on the sofa, processing what just happened.

'You know what! I'm done with you. First you seduce me and make me think I could love you and now this? Make up your mind, what do you want!?' she yelled. Snape got closer to her, trying to give (Y/N) a hug.

'Darling I-'

'No! Don't touch me. Get away from me.' she said and Severus got his hands up next to his head to show her he wasn't going to do anything. (Y/N) slowly walked backwards, trying to reach the doorknob with her hand and when she found it she tried to get away as soon as possible.

She was stamping through the corridors and tears were falling down and all she could think about was hurting herself. She looked around her, with her eyes searching for a bathroom. She got her eyes on the bathroom from moaning Myrtle.

At Least no one would come in there because of moaning Myrtle. Her hands grabbed for the little back in her pocket she had with her just to be sure.

She sat on the ground against the wall thinking about her life. Her dad, her mother and her friends and Professor Snape. How could she be so foolish! Letting this old git get to her so much and making her cry. (Y/N) hated her life and she was clueless. She took the razor out of the bag and placed it on her skin. She closed her eyes as she dragged the blade down her arm. A feeling of warmth approached and her head was empty. She was only thinking about the present, her sitting on the ground with her object of happiness in her right hand.

The blood dripped down on the bathroom tiles and then she suddenly heard a knock on the door.

(Y/N) cursed to herself. Did she wake someone up? She had to be quick and took some toilet paper from one of the stalls. You stupid little shit! You were too loud and now you are going to get caught.

'Who is there?' she said with a shaky voice, still trying to clean up the mess (Y/N) made as fast as she could. The tiles were clean and now she only had to stop her bloody wrist from bleeding even more. She wrapped a few layers of toilet paper around it and pulled down her sleeve, opening the door and seeing the last person (Y/N) would expect.