This is my first post and also my first story. This is something I'm giving a try. It dose contain SLASH (Severus Snape/ Student), so if you don't like do not read. It is rated M for later chapters.
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Chapter one: Thoughts
The room was chatting, mostly about summer holidays and day trips.
Until the sound of a door hitting stone at the back of the room was herd, and everything fell silent. Nothing but loud foot steps could be herd.
As Professor Snape proceeded to walk down the ail, the graceful movements of his body and robs could not be ignored. As he reached the front of the room, he sent a sneering look across the room and reached for his call list.
'Seventh years, isn't this a wonderful way to start my year...' Severus thought to himself, as he let out an uncontrollable sigh.
He continued down his call list, with typical names of Gryffindors. There were names among the list that Severus wished he was not acquainted with, but seeing as this was his last year with Potter, things did seem a little brighter. As he continued, he noticed an unfamiliar name, one he had not seen before.
'Miss Isabel Walker, hmm...intriguing...' As he read this, he began to look around the room. In the third row, seconded from the back, he saw her. There sat a young girl, no more then seventeen, with dark long flowing hair. He could not see her face for she was looking at some notes on her desk.
Severus quickly realizing he must have been staring for a lengthily amount of time, due to the confused stares he was receiving himself, he looked away. Without saying a word he turned on his heel and began to write text book work on the board for that days class.
As he sat down, he slowly looked up from his research papers to look across the room, swearing he herd someone talk, only to catch Miss Walkers eyes. Immediately, Severus's breath was caught, why was she so bluntly staring at him? 'Could she be so dense as to not realize?' and why had the staring continued after she had already been caught doing so? He attempted to ignore this and continue reading, but out of the corner of his eye, he could see her, still peering in his direction.
A class had never passed so slowly before. And as the room began to scatter out, Snape spoke for the first time that whole day.
"Miss Walker, a word after has left please?" He clenched his hands, attempting to sound not the least bit polite, 'Severus dose not do polite…' Isabel sat in her seat and did not move as everyone else had left. Snape motioned her to the front and as she walked she kept her eyes looking down on the floor.
"May I ask why it is you are starting your education so late at Hogwarts, Miss Walker?" He said, with no visible emotion. And finally she looked up, only to meet his eyes.
"I was home schooled by my mother and father until last year, sir"
"And do you enjoy…" He paused, he wasn't entirely sure why he had, he presumed he lost his train of thought.Her looked deep into his and suddenly, he felt very aware of how close they were standing and slowly moved away.
"…potions, Miss Walker?"
Before she responded she bit her bottom lip, forcefully. He decided the time being this was only a nervous habit she could not control.
"Yes, I do enjoy potions very much, Professor." She seemed to drag out this last word, as if she could detect in advance that it would make his mouth twitch.
And before he knew it, he had already subconsciously dismissed her to leave, and he watched very carefully as she left the room.
Later that evening, Severus sat quietly in his personal quarters, strumming his fingers on the cold glass of scotch in his hand. He was staring contently into the fire place before him, being devoured by his own thoughts.
Over these last months, he was becoming more aware of how lonely he truly was. It had been many years since Severus had encountered intimacy. The word caused him to shudder; it had been many years since he had been in a long term relationship, or even a date, never the less sex. He had almost forgotten what all of this was until today.
He could not help himself but continually having his mind wander back to Miss Walker. It did not matter how many times he forced himself to think of something else, he always somehow managed to think of there encounter again and eventually, he gave in.
Why had she continued to keep looking? Had I not made it known I could clearly see her doing so?' Severus pondered this for along time and only became more frustrated that he could not distinguish a single answer. He knew he was nothing appealing to look at, or was in a state of embarrassment, so what had provoked the staring in the first place?
As his thoughts continued about Miss Walker, he could no longer admit the staring had bothered him. She was not the first to bluntly and openly stare at Severus, this was a common occurrence with the intimidated first years, but this stare he received seemed more meaningful, more, sensual. As if she could see inside him.
After deciding he must have been absolutely absurd to think this, he decided all he needed was rest to put the matter away from his mind.
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