The Hogwarts Potions classroom was unusually still with the rest of the school attending the long-awaited Quidditch match, providing the perfect opportunity for your secret mission.

You had spotted a secret book on Professor Snape's desk during one of his classes and felt an inexplicable pull to explore its contents further.

So here you were, hidden behind the stone walls of the classroom, searching for that very book.

The only sounds breaking the silence were your own soft breaths and the occasional rustle of pages as you searched the various bookshelves lining the room's walls.

Lost in your search, blissfully unaware of your surroundings, you continued your systematic search of the room.

Each bookshelf was carefully examined, titles read and discarded if they didn't match the tome you had seen on Snape's desk.

You were so engrossed in your task that you didn't hear the soft tread of footsteps approaching from behind until they were nearly upon you.

Just as your hand lifted to grab a book from the top shelf, you felt a sudden, firm grip on your shoulder, the fingers clamping down with a possessiveness that sent a shiver through you.

Before you could even react, you also felt the unexpected solidity of a boy suddenly pressed closely against you from behind, a firm muscular form that enveloped you entirely and left you pinned between the bookshelf and his taller frame.

Professor Snape's deep, brooding voice suddenly cut through the silence, a hint of a smirk in his tone as he leaned forward, his form pressing even more firmly against your back, his grip on your shoulder tightening ever so slightly.

"Looking for something, are we?"

He asked, the question hanging heavily in the air.

His breath caressed your ear as he spoke, adding a subtle element of intimacy to the situation, despite his authoritative demeanor.