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My first piece of work (This will be a Snape x Student!Reader. No smut, just stirred feelings)

Okay, just a little backstory. Sparx is known to be a half-blood, mother’s a witch, father’s a muggle. She has brown, curly hair, bright blue eyes, and she’s a bit chunky. She falls for Severus by the first few moments of being in his class. Possibly, there will be a part two if this goes well :P

The first year Slytherin, a strong, curious girl by the name of Sparx Windrille, walked into her third class of the day: Potions. She had heard anout the infamous Professor Severus Snape, a brooding, strict, and oh so very sour wizard. He’s told to be a master in the Defense Against the Dark Arts (DADA), but that job was told to be vexed by past experiences. Odd enough, with him being the head of her house, she had never came across this man. (Or so she remembers). Walking through the dungeon doors, she strode to the front and took a seat beside a commonly known Gryffindor girl, Hermione. They both exchanged side glances toward eachother, her own being a bit less friendly. She was told that Gryffindors and Slytherins were known enemies, and even putting aside the whole stereotype, she knew the likes of Hermione. A miss Know-It-All. Before she knew it, the class went dead silent. She looked straight ahead, and finally saw Severus, the Wizard himself. She felt her heart skip a beat whenever his deep, thunderous voice echoed throughout thr room. She studied him a moment, muttering a soft sigh. His skin, snowy pale, his hair, midnight black, shoulder length, his voice… oh heavens, his voice! She let out a shudder of breath, only to realize the room went from silent, to a crowd of sniggering.

“Miss Windrille…” his voice sounded a bit irritated, as if he had said her name before..many atimes…

Gathering her thoughts, her cheeks a soft, rosy hue, she mustered a ‘Yes Sir?’ In her most firm voice.

His brow quirked slightly, and he muttered, “What are the components used for a live potion?”

Mother of God…the one thing you didnt study! You lower your eyes, giving thr answer, “I don’t know, sir.’

Hermione’s hand had been waving in the air for minutes noe, only to remain ignored. Snape looked to the students, announcing, "Thankfully for Miss Windrille, we will not be covering the love potion for another few weeks. Now,” His eyes caught with hers, and her heart skipped yet another beat…something about this man, the way he talks, how cruel he is with his words… It intruiged her to a great deal. She never took her eyes off of him, specifically his lips, in which she drunk in every word to be murmered. Even after class, her thoughts were clouded by…him… She had to shake her head whenever lewd thoughts would come to mind. “Get ahold of yourself!” She finally growled to herself, after muttering the password that lead to the common room. She collapsed onto an armchair, shaking another thought away. “He’s just a teacher.. you need to stop…” but she couldn’t. Everything that had to do with him, voice, appearance, his aura, all interested her greatly… if only she couldn’t have been a student…

(Im so flippin sorry that it seems so…blah. I’m hoping that my writing can get better)