Professor stepped into the potion storeroom, his arms laden with supplies from his previous class

The faint scent of wand dust lingered in the air, a reminder of the earlier gathering.

With a sigh of exhaustion, he began stacking boxes and returning potions to compartments, his movements slow and weary.

It was late, the students supposedly in their dormatories.

He was alone.

The sudden sound of footsteps in the corridor momentarily distracted him.

He was then greeted by you, your smile sending a familiar sensation across his body.

"Need any help?"

You asked.

You weren't supposed to be out of bed.

But...he didn't seem upset.─ He simply nodded, his lips pressed into a thin line.

You nodded, striding across the storeroom, eager to be of use.

With a huff, you pulled the box free, only to feel it slip from your grip.

The box hit the floor with a dull thump, scattering its contents across the carpet.

You let out a quiet gasp, immediately crouching down to gather the spilled items.

Snape sighed softly, kneeling down to help you, when your hands suddenly brushed against his, the contact sending a jolt of electricity through both of you.

Silence settled between you, your eyes meeting.

The air suddenly felt heavy, and his pants felt tight.

He immediately stood to his feet, clearing his throat.

“You should go.”