"You would miss me?" I was dazed.

He moved his thumb away from my chin and stepped back, "You are one of my best students," he cleared his throat, "I couldn't let my numbers go down," he said while scratching his head.

I looked down at my shoes and turned back around to organize the books. "I know it might be barbaric but I think I will put my name in. Chances are I won't even get chosen."

It was silent for a while. I wanted him to kiss me and tell me he would miss me if I passed. Did he think I would believe the idea of the numbers he made up?

Severus Snape's POV-

I wished she wouldn't think those thoughts while I was in the room with her. I couldn't help myself but listen. I didn't want her to put her name in, but more importantly, I didn't want to lose her. She wasn't mine but I wanted her to be.

Skylars POV-

As I was putting books away and a couple of figurines that I didn't expect him to have. I felt a hand resting on my arm. Soon after that I felt the hand slightly squeeze my arm. I turned slightly to see that Snape has behind me. "What are you doing?" I asked.

"I want to kiss you," he said whispering into my ear. I could feel his hot but minty breath as he spoke. He turned me around so I was facing him. "I want to kiss you so bad," he smiled. My mouth gapped a little from what he was saying.

Is this a dream? It has to be a dream.

"This is not a dream," he said while bringing his head close to my ear and laying a soft kiss on my neck. His kisses left me tingling down my spine. I moaned as he moved his lips down my neck and to my collarbone. I wrapped my arms around him and brought him closer.

"I feel like I'm dreaming," I moaned.

"You are not dreaming," he said in between kisses, "because I am here."

I brought my hands up to his hair and started to put my fingers in between his strands of hair. It was soft and not at all greasy as people think. "Pull my hair," he said.

"Really?" I asked.

He groaned, "Please," I grab a strand of his hair and started to softly pull. "Harder," he groaned even harder. I pulled harder and he lifted me into his arms and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He pushed me against the bookshelf to keep us stabilized. His lips made their way down south in between my breasts. I moaned harder as he started to kiss the top of my chest. I wanted his lips on my nipples and I wanted him to suck on them hard.

"Patience," he said while putting his arms around my legs and pushing himself closer to me.

I think I just won my bet.

His lips stopped instantly after I thought that. I opened my eyes to find that Snape was smirking at me. "A bet?" He asked.

I was stunned, why did I think that?

"You are way too cute, I already knew," he smiled, "and I'm glad," he resumed kissing my chest and my neck.

He pushed harder on my body so I could feel his erection at my entrance.

knock, knock* Snape groaned and slowly let my legs go back on the ground. "What?" He was annoyed. "It's me Severus, Minvera," he stepped away from me and put his hand into his pants to put his erect penis in his waist belt. He cleared his throat. "Fix your hair," I said. He smiled and ran his fingers through his hair. "Get back to work, young lady," he pointed at me and smirked. He walked over to the door and opened it. "Minvera," he said in his usual monotone voice.

"I thought I heard a loud noise coming from your room so I thought I would come and check on you," she said.

"Everything is going well," he said while gesturing for her to come into his room. "I just have Miss Simmons here organizing my book collection and she dropped some books on the ground."

She looked at me and smiled. It wasn't her normal smile though. It was almost like a smirk. She looked at Snape and smiled. "Be careful, Severus," she said quietly while she squeezed his arms.

She left and Snape closed the door behind her. Snape looked at me and laughed. "What are you laughing at?" I asked.

"I didn't realize until Minvera was in here, but your hair is all over the place," he chuckled again. I walked over to the mirror and noticed my hair was all over the place. Looked like post-sex hair. "My bad," he said.