The last few students filed out of the classroom when the bell rang, their animated conversations creating a symphony of chatter.

Professor Snape, in contrast, remained seated at his desk.

He busied himself with tidying his workspace, carefully stacking books and organizing potion ingredients.

His dark eyes occasionally flicked up to the door, watching the last few stragglers leave.

The classroom grew quieter and quieter, the silence broken only by the occasional sound of a cork stopper being replaced or a glass bottle being placed on the desk.

Professor Snape's eyes flicked up from his work momentarily, his gaze falling upon you with keen awareness.

He paused for a brief moment, taking in the sight of you.

The coy smile on your face was never new to him.

Despite the stoic exterior he usually maintained, Professor Snape couldn't help but let out a soft, almost involuntary sigh as you rose from your chair and approached him.

It wasn't a sigh of annoyance or frustration, but rather a sound that hinted at suppressed excitement, as if he was anticipating something.

He watched you move with calculated interest, his eyes following your every step with a subtle yet focused intensity.

The air around him seemed charged with a curious energy, as if the space between you two hummed with unspoken words and untold possibilities.

As you came closer, Professor Snape watched you with a mixture of surprise and desire.

When you boldly perched yourself on his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck, he was unable to resist the magnetic pull of your presence.

Without missing a beat, you leaned in and kissed him passionately.

Snape, though initially caught off guard, quickly returned the kiss with fervor.

His arms encircled your waist, pulling you closer to him. His touch was possessive and desperate, his mouth working against yours hungrily.

The secret meetings and fiery encounters between you and Professor Snape had been going on for a few weeks now, a forbidden relationship hidden from the world and kept under wraps.

Though the thrill of secrecy added an edge to every stolen moment, the fear of being caught overshadowed any sense of security.

Snape would steal away in the evening to meet you, always taking great care to ensure no one saw him disappear with you.

The risks were immense.

But the connection between you two was undeniable.