Alan Rickman As Professor Snape Novels & Stories

Drake kept looking so bad at me that I ignored him. "Good morning, everyone." She’s our professor, Prof. Rose. She's our Spell Professor. She’ in her mid-30’s. She wears a thick glasses, wavy hair, and an elf's ears. Her thick spectacles could not hide the beauty she possessed. She also always carries a thick book where all the spells are. She said that her ancestor entrusted it to her so she did not let it disappear from her sight. Because when it goes in the wrong hands, something may go wrong.

His costume was a loose sport coat, a sweater, and spectacles. “Heath, you’re not supposed to dress up as yourself,” Rose joked. “I’m Professor Lupin! You know, from Harry Potter?” He pulled out his makeshift wand and acted like he was casting a spell. “And why do I feel like you remembered that this was a costume party only an hour ago?” “Not true. It was two hours ago.”

Ryan looked up again and now saw a gray boxer. Little by little, she was getting nervous about what she saw. Gulping, she lifted her head more and saw his face - Professor Harry. He is the math teacher who is known as a terror on the whole campus. It was only then that Ryan realized that when she jumped from the cart, she grabbed Professor Harry’s pants and pulled them down. Between the professor's legs, Ryan saw Slyvester and Vincent standing in the distance gaping. On the other side, he could see the students inside the classroom who witnessed what happened.

he snarled, his voice was guttural, trembling with a fury that came from the marrow of his bones. Alaric’s eyes widened when he saw that the Dark Lord recognised Dareth. It was really him. The real culprit that took Ron's powers, sight, and lifespan in his last life. His staff instantly appeared in his hand, the eyes of the snake gleaming a sharp green and he went to stand beside Vathar, also glaring at Dareth.

And now, finally, I had my chance. I reached the door to the headmaster's private quarters and knocked softly. My breath hitched as I heard footsteps approach. The door swung open and there he stood, Professor Severus Snape, looking as devastatingly handsome as ever in his black robes. "Miss Granger," he greeted, eyes narrowing. "What are you doing here at this hour?" I licked my lips nervously, trying to find my voice. "I… I need your help, Professor." Snape's eyebrow arched. "Is that so? And what sort of help could I possibly give you at this late hour?" His gaze raked over my body, lingering on the curve of my breasts straining against my robes.

He’s a male. The chat went wild. [What? A guy?] [So the Professor’s tastes are that wild?] I froze. Then, pure, overwhelming joy surged through me. Back when I was trying to save money, I’d bought secondhand access to the campus network using the seller’s existing account, and that seller really was a senior named Charlotte. I just never thought he was a rabbit beastman or a male. I sneaked a glance at Sarek’s face, his expression changing from shock to confusion. The moment he processed that Charlotte was male, his expression was as dark as a storm.

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

But those attempts quickly realized they could never compete with the professor's loyalty to his work. When he looked at Isa, he could see it. Her eyes were dark... brown like a barren forest in a frigid, snowless winter night. Yet amidst the trees was a flame. It was the same spark Isa saw in her professor that now plagued her fantasies. The sin, immorality, corruption of it all... No. She's a student. The relationship between a professor and student should always remain chaste. Although if we lived in a lawless society, Theodore would have Isa's hands bounded and her ass branded with his belt.

He looked worried. “Is there something wrong?” asked Rolf. “It is almost time for our next subject. We need to go, babes. You won’t like it if Professor Henrima gets angry. He hates late comers!” I told the gals. I stood from my seat and took my bag with me. The two girls did the same. “You really need to hurry. Professor Henrima is a very strict professor.” Rolf agreed to my statement. “I wish I could ditch his class for once!” Fauna muttered under her breath.

I chipped away at the golden image everyone saw. But now..now she was slipping through my grasp again. She had the janitor looking at her like she was worth protecting. Like she was the only one worth saving. And worse…the professor. That man. Professor Black. I noticed it. The way his gaze darkened when she entered a room. The way his voice dropped when he spoke her name. That wasn’t a teacher’s look. It wasn’t discipline. It was something primal, something dangerous. Something I wanted for myself.