Severus Snape has an esteemed reputation to maintain, so he often spreads himself too thin. He becomes so overworked that he is assigned an assistant. You're kind and polite, but will not tolerate disrespect...definitely his kind of helper. Soon enough, potions aren't the only thing brewing between the two.
⚢ [Sarah Paulson FF] After the nuclear bombs had hit the ground, a radiation contamination had swept over the world, killing mankind. But somewhere between chaos, horror and destruction I'd survived in Outpost 3, a subterranean fallout shelter inhabited by a few other survivors. I was one of the last vestiges of civil...
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 constant...
"Did you hear? The new professor used to be a professional Quidditch player for the Falmouth Falcons!" "That would make her awfully young to be a professor, wouldn't it?" "Well, yeah, young and beautiful she is, compared to our other professors!" "Do you want to make a bet how long she'd last with god-awful Snape arou...