You stomped up the path to the castle, nomming on your taffy in frustration. You highly doubt that Draco was following after you, but you walked at a fast pace, anyway. You were rummaging around for your favorite flavor, so aggrieved, upset, and desperate for a distraction that you didn't notice the Durmstrang student until you completely crashed into him. "Ahh!" You squeaked, some of the taffy spilling out of the bag. You growled in annoyance before stooping down to pick up the taffy. However, a hand picked up most of the taffy before you could, and you looked up to see an oval face with sharp features, bottomless black eyes, dark buzzcut hair and plump (most certainly kissable) lips.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to run into you." He said, slightly afraid and in awe, judging by the look on your face. "I also didn't mean to upset you so." Your gaze softened. "What? You didn't upset me." You asked. "But you looked so angry, just now." He responded. "I was already angry before I bumped into you." You explained. "You had nothing to do with it. If anything I should be apologizing. I wasn't looking where I was going and I also gave you a false impression." "It's alright." He said, smiling a little. "My name is Stefan Yankov." "Welcome to Hogwarts, Mister Stefan Yankov. My name is Y/N Snape." You said, returning the gentle expression. "Thank you, Miss Y/N Snape. I believe I will enjoy it here." He said in his thick Bulgarian accent, before picking up your hand from the ground where it stood, and pressing a chaste kiss to your knuckles.

You wanted to squeal and rip your hand away, but his black eyes willed you not make a sound. The grip of his hand on yours would prevent you from wriggling it free anyway, not that you were complaining, though. The twitching of the corners of your mouth caused him to chuckle, and you felt your ears and cheeks grow hot. "Would you like some taffy, Stefan?" "Do you have any caramel green apple flavored pieces?" He asked, and you nodded, pulling out 3 or 4 green pieces of taffy. You popped one of them into your mouth, before giving him the rest. His eyes lit up like a puppy about to get a cookie.

You smiled at the sight, and the pair of you enjoyed your taffy together. You were now sitting on the steps with him, talking about Honeydukes and Zonko's Joke shop. "I think I'd like to visit Hogsmeade." He said. "Well then, I have no problem taking you. How about later today, for lunch?" You offered. "I'd love t- "Absolutely not." A familiar voice interrupted one which belonged to a boy that made you scowl. "I wasn't asking you, Malfoy." You said, coldly, a vein in your temple pulsing. "And I was responding for this new guy. He will not be going with you to Hogsmeade for lunch."

The shadows fell over your face, hiding the pure anger in your eyes. But the cracking of your fist as you clenched it around the wand in your pocket gave away your emotions. Fear filled both of the handsome boys, so much that the aura was overwhelmingly satisfying and downright agonizing at the same time. "And who are you to say? You don't even know his name and yet you're dictating whether or not I'm allowed to have a meal with him." Rising to your feet, you whipped out your wand and pointed it at the blonde. "Miss Y/N. May I ask, what, exactly, do you think you're doing?" Professor Snape asked, coming up behind the three of you.

You growled under your breath, before responding, "Nothing, Professor." You, reluctantly, lowered your wand, still shooting daggers at Malfoy with your eyes, before you snatched up your taffy, giving Stefan a handful of the green ones, before storming off. You heard one of the three start following you at a small distance, roughly 10 feet behind you, you'd estimate, based on the volume of his footsteps. You could almost guarantee that it wasn't Stefan since Malfoy would probably hex him before he even got up off the steps.

There didn't seem to the flap of his long black robes, so you didn't believe it was your father, but his robes were generally silently billowing behind him, to begin with. You turned towards the stairs that would lead you to Ravenclaw Tower, knowing that there were many corridors to get lost in, You could corner him in there and finally find out who he was and why he was following you. You took a left turn, and another left, knowing that there was a dead end there. You hid just behind the turn of the corner, and when he turned, you met him toe to toe and yelled in frustration, "What do you want?!"

"I want to make sure that you don't plan on hexing anyone on your trip back to Ravenclaw Tower." Your father said. "Oh, yeah, so that you can report me to Filch." You said, throwing up your hands, aggrieved. "Now, Y/N, you know that I don't enjoy seeing you in detention." He retorted. "Since when do you care if I get detention?" You snapped. "You are a student, and while you aren't in Slytherin, I still don't like deducting points from you." He replied. "Says the man who took five points from Ravenclaw because he caught me taking notes in his class!" You retorted. Professor Snape was silent for a minute. "You are the one person in my class that is without a partner. I want to make sure that you do well." "Oh, I'm so sure of that." You said, sarcasm dripping from your teeth like venom.

"Watch your tone, Y/N." He warned. "You are a student and I am a teacher." "And it's a Saturday." You replied. "As of right now, we are just people with no valid role in each other's lives, other than in the conversation that we are having." "Spoken like a true Ravenclaw." He said, disdainfully. "And you couldn't be more disappointed!" You started to yell, before passing him by and continuing on to Ravenclaw Tower. Upon hearing him continue to follow you, you broke into a run. You didn't know if he was running after you but you took a turn that leads to the library instead of Ravenclaw Tower, knowing that your common room is exactly where he was expecting you to go.

See, even if he's the head of Slytherin House, he can go into any house at will. It's not like you couldn't encounter your father in your exclusive common room, so there's no point going there to avoid him. Your best option was to try and lose him in the corridors. You couldn't hear his footsteps over the pounding of your own against the stone floor. As you were about to reach the library, where you could hide amongst the countless shelves of books, when, yet again, you ran into that insufferable snake whom you fancy. (Of course, you don't fancy him nearly as much right now as you did yesterday.)

You groaned, hearing your father come up behind you. "I just can't get away from you, can I?!" You asked. "No, I find that you are incapable of evading our Potions Master," Draco said, frowning with disapproval. "That still gives me hope in regards to escaping you. Move!" You said, shoving past him. "Locomotor Mortis!" "Son of a…" A not-so-nice word ended your sentence within the depths of your mind, as your feet snapped together. You couldn't move them at all and were about to fall on your face when Draco caught you from falling forward. "Sorry, Y/N. But Professor Snape obviously needs to talk to you or he wouldn't have dignified you running away from him with a chase." He apologized.

"I hate you." You said, maliciously, as he turned you around to face your father. "Yes, I'm well aware of that, or you wouldn't have smacked me in the face with a bag of taffy. That really hurt, by the way." He said, rubbing a sore cheek. You rolled your eyes, muttering under your breath, "You deserved it." Professor Snape grabbed your upper arm, establishing a firm grip before unlocking your legs. "Thank you, Mister Malfoy, now if you'll excuse me, obviously I need to talk to Miss Y/N in private."

Malfoy nodded, and you called back to him, "Don't even think about coming to find me at lunch!" After a dejected huff, he replied. "Very well. I guess I'll just watch you from a distance." "You're not allowed to do that either!" You yelled, moving to walk in step with your Potions Teacher. "Young love…" He muttered, making your face heat up. "How dare you assume that!" You said, your voice cracking. "I completely hate him!" "And yet you allowed him to buy that bag full of taffy for you?" The Slytherin Head responded. "How do you know about that?" You asked, your voice quiet. "Because he said so to that Durmstrang boy. Also, you don't have a dowry." You pouted.

The pair of you walked in heavy, almost painful, silence until you arrived at his office. Pulling you inside, he slammed the door shut. Pushing you down into a chair, you crossed your arms and legs, as he sat down at his desk. The pair of you began a staring contest, which lasted a good fifteen minutes, until you finally said, "Are you seriously going to just sit there and stare at me? Say something! After all, you said you wanted to talk!" A corner of his mouth twitched in victory, before he said, "I was waiting for you to calm down." "I don't need to calm down!" You snapped. "You're clearly angry and that rage is clouding your judgment." Snape replied. "My conscience is clear- "As a vile of love potion." He interrupted.

You slumped back in your seat. "Can't you two just accept that I want to be alone?" You sighed. "And I know you, Professor. Why did you really follow me?" "I wanted to inquire about why you had your wand pointed at Mr. Malfoy." Your father replied. "What's wrong, Y/N?" "Nothing that you'd really worry over." You grumbled. "After all, you didn't seem concerned about the fact that I almost got impaled by Jason Samuel's broomstick that one time." "I subtracted 50 points from Ravenclaw for that!" He retorted. "Yeah, but you didn't seem to care enough to come visit me in the hospital wing." You replied. "How many points would you have subtracted if I was anyone else? Let me guess, 100?"

"Now, you know full well that I treat you as I treat the rest of my students. I told you that, Y/N." "And yet, here I am, a student who isn't even in your house, sitting in your office as you try to draw me into a heart-to-heart." "Am I suddenly evil for trying to talk you off of this ledge you've worked yourself up to?" He said. "What ledge?!" You cried. "The ledge where jumping off is symbolic of you jinxing a boy you fancy." "I don't fancy him!" You growled. "It's alright, I approve of your choice, Y/N. He is a good one." "I'm leaving." You said, standing abruptly. "Sit back down," Snape ordered, forcing you to comply. After all, he is your father, and you are on his turf.

"What do you want from me?" You asked. "I want you to talk to me." He said. "I understand that you may not want to, but I highly advise you to do so, I'm sure that it would relieve the tension that you built up today." "I don't have to tell you anything." "I'm not forcing you to." "Then why do I feel like you're about to force a dose of veritaserum down my throat?" You said, the temptation of tears making your eyes glassy. Snape stood up, and you did as well, not wanting to be intimidated. He silently snorted. "Such raw talent, just waiting to be refined. You have potential in the art of Occlumency, Y/N."

"How dare you use Legilimency on me?!" You fumed, your fists clenched so hard you were shaking with fury. You snatched up your things and stormed out of the room, ranting and raging and raving all the way. Meanwhile, Professor Snape didn't follow you, for the thoughts he had sifted through within your mind with more complex than any he'd ever seen. The recurring theme of your thoughts was him, probably to be expected, seeing as he'd been conversing with you about emotions just beforehand. He was surprised that you'd managed to contain his free reign of your thoughts to just those about him. Such potential could be expanded to have a complete shield around your mind so that not even he could break in.

But those thoughts that he did pick up on. Not even he could possibly understand them. They were inconsistent, yet he knew that she couldn't possibly have that much raw power in her abilities, and she surely hadn't been trained in the art of Occlumency, yet. Whenever he was enforcing their student-teacher relationship, he sensed the aura of sadness in her thoughts, but whenever he was trying to be a fatherly figure towards her, he sensed a flare of anger, especially now, as she put up those walls around her mind. The mental walls were burning with a fiery fury, and he could feel it so sweltry, it almost made him break out into a sweat.

Meanwhile, you had made your way back to Ravenclaw tower, and upon locking yourself in your dorm, your scream of ire rang out in such a way that the sound waves vibrated through you, causing you to be nauseous and exhausted. You dropped the taffy bag on the floor and collapsed on your bed. Sighing, you closed your eyes and fell asleep, almost as if you'd been given a sleeping draught.