Professor Snape was upset at the attention you received from the boys in class, but even more so at your apparent enjoyment of their flirtations. As the final bell rings, he dismisses the class, his eyes never leaving you.

"Stay behind," he orders, his voice filled with a dangerous edge.

You remain in your seat, the door closing behind them with a thud. Snape flicks his wand, locking the door. He approaches you, tucking his wand under your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his.

"I'll say it one last time," his voice was low and threatening. "You belong to me. My property. No one touches my property."

You swallow hard. "I'm not your property," you say softly.

Snape's expression darkens further, his grip on your chin tightening. "You wish to play this game,” he questions as he becomes eye level with you. “Don't try me. You know what I can do."