Professor Snape Page 394 Novels & Stories

She looked at me for a long moment before softly squeezing my hand. “I forgive you. Completely.” A warmth spread in my chest that I wasn’t ready to process. I cleared my throat. “Anyway. I need to go do something.” “What is it?” “Don’t worry about it, you’ll see.” Her eyebrows shot up. “Okay, whatever you say.” I walked to the East Wing of Paranormal High, stopping at the door labeled: “Professor Aegir Stormwell Elemental Studies of Water & Ice.” I knocked. A calm voice responded, “Enter.”

9 LEXIE I smile up at Xavier as he stares down at me. His eyes flicker down to my lips momentarily before going back to my eyes. “Well, this is my place. That door over there is Jennifer’s. Well, and yours now.” He points at the last door in the hallway. “Well, thanks for the directions.” I say. “Do you want me to hold anything so you can open the door?” I ask, indicating his still full hands. He’s looking at my lips again, and I bite my bottom lip under his gaze.

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.

On the other side of the door, Selly clamped her own hand over her mouth, desperate to swallow every moan. She hadn’t expected Professor Alex Harrington to summon her the second class ended, let alone demand she satisfy his forbidden hunger right here on campus. The lecturer’s office was dead quiet, the kind of silence that amplifies every heartbeat. Selly’s breath came in ragged gasps. Professor Alex Harrington—late fifties, still built like a linebacker, with a stare that made the girls whisper—loomed over her, a smug curve on his lips. His white shirt hung open at the collar, sweat glistening across the hard planes of his chest.

A U T H O R Bernadette let out a weary sigh as she dropped her bag onto the forest floor, the worn leather hitting the ground with a soft thud. With a subtle flick of her wrist, she unveiled her hidden stash of ingredients—bundles of dried herbs, vials of shimmering liquids, and strange roots wrapped in cloth—placing them carefully beside the large iron pot where water bubbled violently, sending up plumes of steam. Nearby, Severus unceremoniously dumped another stack of ancient spellbooks onto the wooden table, the impact echoing through the hollow silence of the abandoned library.

“When I went to get their team, I noticed that this student was acting rather oddly. So, I decided to look into him with my magic, and I noticed some remnants of fragmented corrosive magic around his nerves,” Professor Morgan said. “What!” Professor Shunks, who had returned earlier, stood up from his chair in astonishment.

was her reply before we got our books and went to class. I didn't really care if she was angry that I had new friends, I wasn't really ready for her drama and she didn't give me a call through-out the holidays, we didn't keep in touch. And she wasn't my problem right now, my problem was this hell hole I found myself in and you-know-who. ****** "Miss Black, what's the next step we're using?” “Professor snape I swear on Voldemort's nipple, it was Ron's idea” I blurted out as I looked up at the professor.

he promised darkly. Dropping to his knees, he sucked one nipple into his hot mouth while pinching and rolling the other between skilled fingers. Electric pleasure shot straight to my core and I cried out, fisting my hands in his dark hair. "Professor!" I gasped, back arching. Snape kissed his way down my stomach before hooking his fingers in my panties and yanking them down. He tossed them aside carelessly and spread my legs, pushing them up against the wall. "Look at this pretty little cunt," he purred, stroking a finger through my dripping folds. "So wet for me already."

A wild, dangerous spark of attraction flared up, sending her heart racing with every step closer to his department building. 🚪 Outside the Lion's Den The two girls reached the quiet corridor leading to Professor Yousef’s private office. Hala halted right outside his door, nervously smoothing her hair and adjusting her jacket as her breath hitched. "I’m waiting for you at the cafeteria," Dima whispered, backing away slowly. "Go in, don't cause a scene, and for the love of God, don't get us into another catastrophe!" Hala took a deep breath, gathered her courage, and knocked three quiet times on the heavy door.

Mr Collins instructs after he's finished his angry typing. “Reading what?” I ask. “That,” he points to a book that's on the couch where Theo had been sitting moments before. “What the…” I start to ask, then shake my head, “Right away, Professor Dumbledor,” I snark, picking up the book as he leaves the office. The book looks like a modern school textbook, but the title, ‘The Spark’ has me turning to the first page eagerly to finally get some freaking answers!