Professor Snape Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Anna collapsed to her knees, clutching Professor Marcus’s shoe tightly. “Please spare me,” she pleaded, tears streaming down her face. Just then, Damien entered and signalled for her to leave with him. But I couldn’t just stand by; I knew what was coming. I rushed forward to block Damien, my heart racing with fear for her. “CASSANDRA!” I froze at the sound of Professor Marcus’s voice; the fury in it was undeniable, his presence emanating a menacing energy that sent shivers down my spine. “Please, it's my fault! Don’t fire her, just don’t!” I said, my voice steady despite my rising anxiety. I hoped my words would sway him; I had to believe they would.

Even though she was already in love with Draco, when they became fated mates, everything went up by a hundred fold, maybe even a thousand, every moment spent together felt ecstatic. Draco was all over her, he couldn’t resist. Even when he tried, he or his wolf, one of either couldn’t control themselves around her but Royce seems pretty contained, him forcing her to live with him may be a sign she’s wrong, he could just be trying to be a gentleman. Whatever it is, this is not a bond she wants to keep. She opens the door to the laboratory, muttering words of encouragement to herself as she enters. The text messages she got from the professor yesterday were very very kind, if you get the sarcas

I just wanted to get away from him, away from the smell of black spells and the way his eyes made me feel like I was still that shivering girl in the forest. "Are you sure about that?" Kael’s voice stopped me mid-step. It was cold, devoid of the amusement from before. It was the sound of a trap snapping shut. I didn't turn around. "I'm sure. Keep your secrets, Professor. I’ll keep mine." "Then I suppose I should visit the palace tonight," he said casually, the sound of a page turning in a book punctuating his words. "I wonder what Ronan would do if I told him his new obsession—the woman who made him hard at the bar is actually the 'filthy slave' he left to die. I wonder how Selena would reac

Stefan Malfoy's POV:: I was standing still, close to the window as I looked outside the building. I was so happy for everything going on currently. And today, happens to be the greatest of them all because finally I was with Lucinda Orlok, my childhood dream. She was still unconscious because Layzal [the djinn] had done a powerful enchantment on her which made it absolutely impossible for her to wake up anytime soon. I felt bad against it because i couldn't just wait to see her open her eyes and embrace my full glory. I have been on diet because I really wanted to appeal her the day she finally wakes up from her enchanted sleep.

Thea snickered. “Ew, Thea, stop it. He is our Professor, for God’s sake,” I shook my head. “Which only makes it even hotter," she winked and drawled, "Forbidden romance is my favorite trope anyway. Teacher and student or Stalker and…” I cut her off before she could finish that sentence, “The way you steer everything back to my stalker so smoothly should be studied by a team of psychologists." __________ In our free period, we made our way to the cafeteria. Stopping in front of the food station, Thea squealed delightedly, "Whoa, they brought back mini pizzas!"

"This cock is aching to bury itself inside your virgin pussy and claim it. To stretch you open and fuck you until you scream my name. But I’m going to wait until you’re begging me to ruin you completely." Sophia whimpered, wrapping her legs around him, trying to pull him inside. He resisted with a dark chuckle, continuing the torturous slide. "Tell me how much you want it," he demanded, nipping at her neck. "I want your cock so badly, Professor," she moaned, using the title deliberately. "I want you to fuck your student’s tight little pussy. Please…I need you inside me."

Then to how he had manipulated so easily into getting me to Professor Kent's house. “Wait, what the fuck?” She said in a small voice, "Your professor?” Then a small smile spread across her face, "You're so freaked out. You were getting fucked by your professor?” The smirk on her face was mischievous. I rolled my eyes, the images flashing for a second. His hands on my waist as he slid into me. The words he whispered while he made me sing his name. Before I got lost in those memories, I shook them away.

Leo is downstairs and dressed in his usual leather jacket style, you would think twenty two years old man won’t want anything to do with his fifteen year old self, but he is the Same, just in a harder and taller body. My professor is sitting alone, nursing an Americano. He looks calm and composed, like we didn’t just have a leg shaking make out session on the stairs. Just seeing him got me excited. My body remembering how his hands kneaded my ass with perfection. I shivered again. This time with want. I wonder if I will ever stop wanting him. “I’m ready.” “Finally.” Cecilia groans. I keep my eyes on my professor who sat so still you’d think he was a statue.

“It would just be cruel to start a relationship with someone when I know I’m leaving. Besides, he really doesn’t seem interested.” “He doesn’t?” I shook my head. “No, he’s nice to me and all, but he’s shown zero indication that he’s interested in a relationship. He is my professor, after all.” He frowned and looked down at his hands for a long moment. He seemed to be deep in thought. Then, he shrugged and looked back up at me. “So, you’re going back to the human world?” he asked. “Yeah,” I confirmed. “As soon as my dad is able to find people to take over all of mom’s projects.”

“I tried, but he insists. He says it’s about Ms. Hunt.” “Send him in,” I agreed, releasing the speaker button. Augustus’s head fell back with a groan. “I can hear the slurs coming from a mile away.” My muscles tensed in anticipation. Like most, Professor Draven was a pureblood enthusiast, but to the extreme, and unfortunately, Delilah had him for Literature. I toyed with the idea of preemptively transferring her out of his class, but didn’t want to be too hasty. My door swung open, and Professor Draven barreled in—broad shoulders, hulking form, and severe scowl.