Professor Snape Fanfiction Novels & Stories

My mother's voice screamed loud in my head and I winced, hating the brutal reminder of my reality. Thankfully, the professor walked in and I got something to distract me from the hot boy beside me. Yeah, I still found him hot and I hated myself for that. Sabrina, snap out of it. He is a vampire. He is the enemy. Despite how engaging the class was and how hard I tried, I couldn't help myself from glancing at him. I couldn't help the need to gawk at him. I wanted to erase the memory of what I knew about him. I shouldn't have let his hand brush mine. I could have continued with my fantasy about him.

Most faculty had already left for the day; only a couple stayed late to finish up last-minute work. Just as I reached the stairwell, I could already smell Tessa’s amazing and addictive scent. Despite not needing to drink blood, her scent still made my mouth water and my instincts kicked in. I shuddered at the thought of other vampires feeling the same way; vampires who aren’t as strong as I am. “Professor Evergreen?” I heard a familiar voice coming from down the stairway. “Hello; I didn’t know you were here today.”

"If you're a professor, уоu muѕt bе ѕurrоundеd pretty little coeds ѕwооnіng over their gеnіuѕ tеасhеr." "Nо. Nо swooning gоіng on. Sее. I tоld you I wаѕn't a gеnіuѕ." We both lаughеd. "Rеаllу, even if ѕоmе оf thеm were сrаzу еnоugh tо be interested іn me, I just fіnd it аlmоѕt іmроѕѕіblе tо bе аttrасtеd to уоung wоmеn my dаughtеr'ѕ аgе оr уоungеr."

"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.

I flipped it over once, twice, then forced myself to set it aside with the rest. “Just another student,” I whispered. “Keep it that way.” But I didn’t believe it. Not even for a second. The morning passed in small, meaningless motions. Copying rubrics, answering departmental emails, nodding at a colleague I barely heard. My thoughts were elsewhere, looping around the same dangerous center. Sloane. I thought of her voice, the way she’d said Professor like it was a dare. I thought of how quiet she’d been lately, and how that silence had been worse than all her teasing combined.

Danny's POV My fingers were still buried in the expensive wool of Chadwick’s lapels, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird as I was being consumed by a lust that felt more like a fever. I had wanted this. I had wanted to snatch the mask off his face, to prove that the Perfect Professor was just as filthy as the rest of us. For a heartbeat, the world stopped. The silence in the study was so thick I could hear the blood rushing in my ears. Then, Chadwick moved, throwing me completely off balance.

But I couldn’t ignore the interest simmering in Selene’s gaze. She grinned, leaning even closer. “Imagine if Professor Maverick turns out to be my mate.” I nearly choked, struggling to hide my reaction. “Your mate?” The words felt strange in my mouth, like I was trying to fit together a puzzle I didn’t want to solve. She nodded, oblivious to the way her words sliced through me like a double-edged sword. Selene grinned, leaning in as if sharing the juiciest secret. “Imagine it, Thalina! Professor Maverick… my mate. How amazing would that be? After prom, things could get… really spicy.” She laughed, glancing sideways. “Have you seen the way he looks at me? He wants it as much as I do.”

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.

“Nude.” My entire body went rigid. “What the hell?” His expression remained frustratingly composed. “You heard me.” “You cannot be serious.” “I’m perfectly serious.” I let out a sharp, incredulous laugh, stepping backward and putting space between us before I did something stupid, like forget this man was my professor and throw the nearest object at his head. “You told me to follow you to your office, blackmail me with my scholarship, and now you’re asking me to take my clothes off for you?”

He did not stop her, and she did not stop walking even though she had not come here with her car. She walked past the front door where another guard had replaced Ray. She continued walking down the hill, in her sky-high heels, her head swimming with a million thoughts. Valentina, Lica, Bryce, but top on her mind was the Professor. What was this sexual tension between them? Was that what it just was now, or was it more? She had never even felt this for Aiden. Why did she then feel this with this Professor, who was perhaps just five years younger than her own father, and had a horrible reputation?