A/N: So, I decided to write more. It's no longer a drabble. It's my birthday. I'm 19 now!
Unwanted--
Severus Snape POV--
As a teacher one must be prepared for any number of odd situations. I just never expected to see a student, with whom I shared a mutual loathing, come to me. And of all the preposterous things he could say, he managed to say the one thing I had never thought I'd hear again, certainly not from a student. "Take Me." Those two little words woke up something deep inside of me, but the moment I turned around it promptly died. I stared hard at Mr. Potter. My dislike aside, I noticed he looked rather horrible, I wouldn't have been surprised if he had dropped dead right there. What an encouraging sight from the "only hope of the Wizarding World."
I squashed down my urge to say something demeaning as Potter looked up. His eyes were glassed over and since I didn't think he was under Imperio I knew he hadn't slept in quite some time. I finally couldn't contain my need to reply in as scathing of a tone I could.
"Mr. Potter, as I am not your Head of House I will not 'take' you anywhere. If you do require any assistance please remove yourself from my presence and find one of the other Professors who daily anticipate the chance to help our 'celebrity.'"
After I finished my hissed comment I watched Potter wilt under my words my only thought was how wonderfully a well timed insult really worked. His eyes shuttered and this time I really thought he would pass out on the stone floor, the fact that he was also swaying didn't deter my assumption.
Then as Potter actually did start falling to my floor I debated on whether I should catch him or just let him smack his hard head on the stone floor. Unfortunately by the time I had decided to help there was a stone cold Potter on my floor.
TBC… next week