I walk to class with a yawn, per usual if I don't get my morning coffee, which I didn't. Thankfully potions is right before lunch, so I don't have to wait long for my fix.

I walk into the classroom tense from last night's think-a-thon, coming to the conclusion that, if ordered to by a higher power, he might. I see him out of the corner of my eye as I walk to my desk. 13 other students and 1 teacher… any of them could… Stop it, these are your friends, practically family… So was he.

My breath speeds up slightly, my heart pounding. C'mon, you can do it. Yeah, suck it up, you're a Blair, for Christ's sake. Not helping. I sit down, head down, shoulders slumped, eyes wide. I watch as students roll in, sitting behind me and in front of me.

"Good morning students." Snape says with his usual grimace.

"Good morning, professor." Several students say.

He walks the front of the classroom. "Today you are learning memoria majora, a spell that makes clear cloudy or entirely lost memories. Most of which will be happy, but I warn you, sometimes the wizard brain blocks things for a reason."

It feels like that last part was directed towards me, but I keep looking down, using my peripheral to see the potential attackers.

"At any rate, the directions are on the board, follow them to the letter or receive unforeseen consequences." He turns and goes to sit down.

I get up and gather ingredients, looking only once at the board, concocting it perfectly. Suddenly, there's a puff of purple smoke and I'm back there, to that day.

It was a Tuesday afternoon, and i invited him to my room during free period, and I was laying down on my bed, him sitting next to me, talking, when his hand suddenly a weight is on my back. His knee presses into my lower back, so I start squirming. "What are you doing?!"

As the rest of the memory plays out, in real life I fall to the floor, curling myself into fetal position, visibly shaking.

"Clear the room!" Snape shouts, running over, casting a health analysis spell.

The students do as told, not wanting to anger Snape, especially when it comes to student safety.

Meanwhile, I'm my mind… He puts his pants on and zips them up, and leaves, me a mess, cum everywhere.

I wake up to strong arms holding me, whispering sweet messages into my ear.

"You're okay now, no one can hurt you." A familiar voice says.

"No more, please, not again." I beg, holding their robes tight anyways.

"Never." I finally identify the voice… as Snape.

I pull away, still trembling, and look at his face, scared even though I'd JUST went through this monologue.

He releases me, holding my shoulders now. "Come to my office and we'll talk."

I nod hesitantly, tears in my eyes and on my cheeks, but I stand, knees shaking, and enter his office.