You had just been dumped by your girlfriend, unsure why. It didn’t hurt, but you didn’t know why you didn’t feel the same about her. She was everything a guy could ask for, soft skin, pretty long hair, lovely hazel eyes, and slim. When she dumped you, she simply said “you seem out of it when we kiss” and walked off with a little “bye!”. Were you out of it? Was it because every time you two kissed you thought of that one cute boy you saw? “I guess I’ll never know” you told yourself and hadn’t thought of it since. You were a pretty boy, quite literally. You were relatively attractive and would spend multiple hours working on your hair and skin routine. Now, you were confused, your getting mixed feelings. You liked her, she was nice to talk to, that means something? Suddenly you were snapped out of your thoughts when Snape slammed a large potions book on the dusty table, specks of gray dusts flying into the air. You looked around the classroom, it was empty. You must’ve been late for the feast… you looked back over to Snape, the teacher who favorited you somewhat.

“I would give you detention but your…” he stares at your green tie, then back to you “A Slytherin. And a smart one at that…” he muttered, his voice was so deep, you couldn’t help but listen intently, just relishing the sound of him, but quickly snapped back to reality when he takes his hand off the book and with a swift movement turned around, his cloak swaying behind him and to his desk

“What is it on your mind? Girl problems?” He said, picking up a few jaws of disgusting things floating in dark and weird liquid

Y/N: “well…actually yes, sort of anyway…” you said, your voice soft

he huffed, he obviously wasn’t one with much dating advice, but seemed to understand when you explained your situation. After organizing some jars into shelves, he turned back to you, who were crying. He sighed and stood in front of you, pulling you into an embrace, he usually did this when you were sad

“Don’t cry, poor boy…”