Teenage Severus Snape Novels & Stories

"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.

But when Selene stared at him, he followed their teacher. "OHH MYYY..." The whisper of the girls created a bee's sound around the classroom as they saw the hidden treasure behind that black hoodie jacket. "Severus D'First. That's my name. Don't ask where I came from because I'm not interested in answering that." Severus spoke coldly and he looked at the students emotionless. The pupils of his eyes looked like a shiny raven's feather. His shaggy eyebrows and small red lips made him so handsome. His full face was blessed with attraction matched with some hair that blocked his face.

This was before a girl named Elodie had stolen my soft and sweetly naive heart, never to return it. I was running through the hallways, laughing, trying (not too hard) to escape the man who chased after me. Maiden Severo was of middle age; his dark gray hair had only begun showing signs of white, showing longevity, and what he lacked in athleticism he made up for with his kindness.

"OK, but I don't want to talk about Reniece. Tell me, what are you going to do about your mate and your baby mama?" "Well, I am going to the doctor with Anna later on to see if the baby is alright. But she’s driving me crazy,” he said. "And Jessica, well I kissed her last night, and then I buckled and confessed my love for her." "Get the fuck outta here! Are you serious?" Cam beamed. "I'm Professor Snape serious, but she turned me down. She has no faith in my feelings for her, plus she has no faith in herself. She keeps downgrading herself, telling me she isn't worthy.”

She was sitting with her back against the wall, knees pulled up, watching the room the same way I was. Taking inventory. Reading exits. She'd been doing that more since the bell. "She hasn't eaten," Ronan said quietly. "I know." "You going to do something about it?" "No." He took another bite of his apple. "Right." I looked away from her. Looked back. She was still staring at the wall opposite her like she was working through something she hadn't finished yet. The common room door opened. Severus walked in with four Ferox trainees behind him like a wall of bad decisions. He scanned the room slowly, the way he always did, not looking for a threat, looking for the highest-value target.

If not, then let's just get straight to the test and see which one of us finishes it faster and more accurately! Just then, footsteps echoed in the corridor. Then, the lecturer in charge of overseeing the program, Mr. William Stein, walked in. The male classmate from earlier immediately pointed his finger at me and tattled, "Mr. Stein! Shawn just openly insulted Mr. Jefferson and even threw his bottle at Ariel! People like him should be expelled!" I laughed coldly at that. "Why don't you ask Mr. Stein if he actually dares to expel me? Who do you think you're trying to intimidate? You might as well just call the police on me instead."

"Bring him home sometime. You speak so highly of him. I would like to meet him." * * * "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.

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.

He tried to continue with the class normally, but I noticed that he was super attentive to each of my friend’s gestures. He started with the introductions, although something told me that this was not exactly what he had planned. I knew he did it just for Primrose. He wanted to learn more about her. Frowning, I analyzed his every move. Something about him didn’t please me, not at all. Why would a sorcerer be connected to a human? It did not make sense! When it was my turn, I got up from the seat with a sarcastic smile. “I’m Sienna, I’m 17 years old, and I’m not the target of his attention so please continue.”

Severus lost his cool anger for just a moment, his voice sounding a little shrill towards the end of his sentence. Surprisingly, Sidia had to bite her tongue to keep from laughing. The way Severus chided his mother made him seem like a spoiled brat instead of a grown man. His entire persona was unraveling in front of her eyes. The carefully curated personality had truly been nothing more than a front for her.