Professor Snape Book Novels & Stories

I just wanted to disappear, to become invisible until I could sort through the tangled mess of my emotions. “Good morning, class,” Professor Stren announced in his dry, academic tone from the raised podium at the front of the hall, carefully setting a thick, leather-bound book onto his cluttered desk. “Today, we will continue our analysis of the pivotal battles of the Southern Alpha Wars and—” “I believe this particular seat is already taken,” came a high, honey-dripped voice from directly behind me, the saccharine sweetness immediately setting my teeth on edge. I didn’t even need to turn my head to know who it was. My entire body stiffened involuntarily, every muscle tensing.

Demetria asked, realizing she didn't. Kerry pulled him up and shoved him against the brick wall beside them. "Not personally, but we met once. I know his scent. It's the professor who Jane asked to translate your spell book." The man's gaze traveled over to Demetria. "You're the Sullen Witch?" Demetria didn't dignify him with an answer. It was obvious by now. "Do you want to die tonight, professor? Why are you following us?" "Please," he said, putting up his palms carefully. "It's not me. It's not me. She told me to watch you so she could see when she came back. I just wanted to look at the book, and then she came to me."

“Next time you show up for my class, make sure to be on time. She turns, rotating gracefully as if standing on a turntable. Standing in impossibly tall spiked heels, her leather and tweed pantsuit strains to cover her full, curvy figure. A bit of red peeks out of her collar in the form of a large bow, matching the color of her full, red lips. When our eyes meet, my pens clatter onto the floor, rolling away from me as my jaw drops open. Those gray-green eyes. I’d know those eyes anywhere, they've been haunting my dreams for the last three weeks. “You!” My mystery seductress, the one who took my virginity, is my professor.

32 Ian’s POV The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows across the walls of my study, illuminating the books that were on the shelves. Sophia sat across from me at the heavy oak table, her brow furrowed in concentration as she pored over her history textbook. She was beautiful, her fiery red hair catching the light in a way that seemed almost out of this world. I had told her to come here so we could revise together for the upcoming history exams. “Alright, let’s go over the causes of the French Revolution again,” I said, my voice smooth and calm, even though all I wanted to do right now was to bend her over the table and fuck her hard.

“Good morning, class. I’m Sebastian Wolfe, your new history professor.” My head snapped up, my heart stopping. There, at the podium, stood Sebastian—my Sebastian. His dark brown hair was neat, his green eyes piercing, his black blazer hugging his broad shoulders. He was impossibly handsome, his presence commanding, but his gaze found mine, and shock flashed across his face, mirroring my own. My mouth went dry, my notebook slipping from my hands. The man I’d fucked last night, the stranger who’d claimed my virginity, was my professor. And I was his student.

I damn near jumped out of my seat and let out a loud whoop when the professor told us that we would pair up for the semester and that she was picking our partners. “Well partner what should be do first?” I ask. “We should decide what we want to capture.” Sapphire answers. The gods must have been on my side because the professor paired me with Sapphire. This photography/art class just got more interesting. I am not happy when the class ends. Sapphire showed me her schedule, and damn, she has some rough classes, but this is the only class we have together. We part ways as I watch her walk away, which is a pretty damn good view.

SIENNA'S POV The whole lecture felt like a fever dream I couldn’t wake up from. Professor Thorne Elias started the class as if there was nothing wrong. He kept a steady pace as he taught about forbidden desire in literature, power dynamics and the way characters destroy themselves chasing what they can’t have. It felt more to me like every word was arrowed at me, heck this entire topic was a bullet aimed at me. I sat there frozen, my notebook was open but my pen wasn't moving. I pressed my thighs together under the desk as flashbacks of last night came running through my mind.

All of my students loved me, and seemed to love my teachings. When the first year ended and the second year began, I was not prepared for the influx of young girls, students, throwing themselves at me. I was disgusted. It's an unspoken tradition at this school that every professor would end up sleeping with a student by the end of their second year teaching. That didn't happen with me. The students we have here, or at least the ones I end up teaching, are all spoiled rich kids. The girls are bratty, and not in the way I like.

The other aspects look at each other in response to her plea, all unsure. “Good Mother Dragon, I hear what you are saying but, do they truly deserve our help? Are they not just barbaric heathens that would be better off if they did crush themselves into oblivion? Then we could fill the world with creatures more deserving of the gifts we have bestowed on them.” There is murmuring among the group at the words of the Lord of Snakes, he is the least forgiving of all the aspects.

“I don't agree with what Eliana said." The professor glanced briefly in my direction when my name was mentioned. “Tell us why that is," he said to Oliver. Oliver was still glancing at me when he answered. “With everything that happened in the story, it was clear that the boy would have been wasting his time if he kept on hoping that something would happen between him and the girl. She didn't even show any form of interest in him during their brief encounter.” The professor allowed several other people to give their opinions on the book and then he went on to recommend another book to be read. Our eyes kept meeting all through the class and at one point, he held my gaze for so long that I fel