You were a new professor at Hogwarts school, now in front of Dumbledore himself, he welcomed you into the school. you were a well shaded member, now an assistant professor to Snape. Joining the Slythern house.

As each day passes, you seem to cling to Professor Snape.. and he could tell. he wasn’t one to love or to care, but he saw you differently as well. almost the same as him, a dark art’s teacher.

It was the 2nd day of professor Snapes class as an assistant.. you sit on the side watching him, his body, his face you tend to swallow multiple times at once..

“Prof.Rogue, why don’t you come up and hold this vile..” Snape’s voice chilling, you then stood walking upright towards the front of the class. a student seemed to place his foot out by an inch.. sending you forward’s into Snape’s arms..

Snape felt your weight between his, before he remembered he was in a classroom, dropping you onto the ground.

*A student howled, while the rest snicker in

Rogue stood, before quickly grabbing the vile.. His heart skipped, as Snape hissed at everyone to silent up.