A tall man sat behind a small desk in an empty lecture hall. He was bent over a students work, scribbling furiously across the paper in red ink. "Fucking morons" he said irritably to himself. His black hair falling in front of his face as he mercilessly insulted the offensive paper. The room was silent yet his head was pounding, probably from his ever increasing blood pressure. "I survived a bloody war as a double agent and a fucking paper is going to do me in." he said bitterly. Severus Snape pushed the paper away from him forcefully and sat back resting his head against his chair. He closed his eyes and exhaled slowly, trying to stop the pounding in his ears.
A large metal door creaked open, disturbing the peaceful atmosphere. His dark brows furrowed but he didn't lift his head, his blood pressure once again thumping against his eardrums making his temples pulsate. Whoever was disrupting his attempt at calming himself had stopped moving and he could sense they were standing next to his desk. Their eyes burning holes in his forehead. One eye opened and he saw one of his more problematic students standing in front of him. She was wearing a low cut tank top with shorts that barely covered her legs. Her cropped black hair framed her beautiful face perfectly as she bit her lower lip. Alas, he knew why she was here and what she was here for.
Severus closed his eyes once again and said bluntly. "Miss Harding my office hours are on the door. You may know nothing about molecules but i would expect you knew how to read." Waiting for a reply or the sound of his door closing, Severus stretched his long legs and continued to ignore her presence.
"Professor please, if i don't pass this class i won't be able to graduate." She said desperately. He continued to ignore her until he heard her coming closer. Suddenly he felt a small hand on his shoulder. Severus' eyes popped open and he sat up straight, he could feel the warmth radiating off of her small form. She smelled like lavender and vanilla, her body practically touching his side. He could feel his body react to her presence much to his dismay. She was young and vibrant, her clothing was revealing but fit her small body perfectly. He could break her easily and have her begging for more. Fucking students however was never his bag, no matter how hard up he was for a good shag Their eyes locked as his grew darker in warning. He was looking at her like a trapped predator, ready to attack.
Grabbing her fingers and gingerly removing them from his shoulder, Severus stood and moved to the opposite side of room, putting the desk in-between them. Thank Merlin his black vest was long enough to hide any embarrassing displays of desperation. The young woman smiled at him and leaned across his desk, making sure to give him a good view of her ample cleavage. "I was hoping professor... we could come to some kind of arrangement." Her smile became wicked as she moved seductively closer.
Although she was putting herself on display for him, he kept his focus on her face. Putting both of his hands on his desk, his face was nearly touching hers. Thier lips a whisper away, he spoke lowly. "Miss Harding..."
"...yes?..." she said breathlessly, her eyes fluttering closed.
"my office hours are on the door."
She jerked her face away from his, a look of totally bewilderment plastered across her gorgeous face.
"Get. Out."