Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Characters Professor Snape

RHETT VOSS I walked into the elevator leading to the penthouse, anticipation to see her thrumming through my veins, but underneath the arousal I was feeling, my mind kept going back to what happened earlier today. Walking into that hall, what I had seen was not what I had expected. When he slapped the professor, I thought it was a student—until I got closer and realized something else was going on. I gritted my teeth at the memory—his stare, his words, the mark on her face. I didn’t know any of them, but I hated abusers. I’d lived through enough to recognize the type.

Sapping walks in. “Yes, well, I wouldn’t miss our new wonderful teacher teaching the oath and care of magical creatures.”, he says happily. She just shakes her head before speaking again, “Then we have Mr. Sapping teaching potions and our last teacher is Miss Phoenix teaching oath and care of magical creatures.” “She’s a student here!” “I’m not being taught by a human!” “Yeah!” The cafeteria gets louder where a few students and Jess are covering their ears. Holding back my anger as they continue to yell.

And to say I had been accusing the professor wrongly. My mind drifted to our last and only conversation. "Have we met before?" I had asked. In response, he said, and quite rudely might I add, "Bold of you to assume I'd remember." before he strode away. My blood boiled at the reminder. How could someone be so full of themselves and still get to be a professor? Teachers were supposed to be gentle sweet-talkers. Right? Except the few Severus Snape candidates. But Professor Valerious was entirely on a different level.

Max’s POV I had one hell of a day. I was sore, but nothing that the sweet Minerva Jones cannot fix. She whipped me up something from her little portable drawer like bag of potions and dropped a few of it’s yellow content in my tea. She reminded me of professor Snape from my favorite sequel, Harry Potter. The only difference was, miss Minerva was a happy soul. Snape was grumpy.

I looked to the side and I made eye contact with him, the devil himself— Professor Marison. He was staring, with a sly smirk on his lips as he twirled the drink in his cup. I swallowed and took in his attire. He was only in a dark red dress shirt, a few buttons undone. The little light made me see his skin, those hard pecs that I remembered touching. With his legs parted, sitting like a king, I felt a shiver run through my body with the power he had.

His dark hair was slicked back and he had on thick-rimmed glasses as well, making him look professional and sexy as hell. But those green eyes…I could never mistake those sultry green irises that held so much passion in them as he bent my legs. Sophia noticed my silence and jabbed my shoulder. “I told you he is freaking hot!” She teased me playfully. **** I swore that I didn’t hear a word that the new professor said in class today. My attention was on him throughout but all I caught from him was his name. Professor Henri. His name sounded so good on my tongue, making me regret not sharing names when we met in the club. But then, I realized he may have given me a fake name.

After no more than 30 seconds, he had the results. "Excruciating pain, and fast healing enchantment. What the bloody hell is a second year student doing with something like this?" Robards commented. Director Bones asks too. "Student name?" "On it." Auror Shacklebolt says and starts to look at the material on the desk for a name. On the front cover of the books, he found it. "Draco Malfoy." Auror Shacklebolt says. "He is too young to claim to be studying it for classes. Professor Snape?"

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

“Before we start, I would like to see what I’m working with.” He pulled the paintbrush from his ear and twirled it around his fingers, his gaze fixated on me. “Strip.” He ordered. His voice came out low, dark, and commanding. I was taken aback. My cheeks burned, my mind screaming at me to hold it together. I promised myself I wouldn’t let him ruffle my feathers but here I was squirming under his piercing gaze, which seemed to enjoy it. “We don’t have all day princess. Go on, I’m waiting,” he probed, getting comfortable in his seat. I blinked, stunned. The endearment made my resolve come crashing down. Professor Sinclair was going to be the death of me.

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.