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Yule Ball: Part IV - Professor Snape x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: Following the close call under the table, Snape takes you down a corridor to teach you your final lesson at Hogwarts. Lucius Malfoy overhears nearby, and is more than interested. 

Notes: The last part of Yule Ball series, commissioned by the lovely @andispyral​ :)

It had been 4 days since the incident under the table. Snape still hadn’t fully forgiven you, but you knew he’d come around. Angry Professor Snape wasn’t much different than regular Professor Snape, so in your books, things were tolerable.

End of year examinations are coming up, which means you only have two months left of your time at Hogwarts. It’s a bittersweet feeling, but the excitement for your future outweighs the sadness of leaving it all behind. Everything you’ve learned here has culminated into this, and you’re top of your class in nearly everything. Potions is the only class your grade is less than satisfactory... despite fucking the potions professor, you suppose his morals decided to check in only when grading your cauldrons. Typical.

You sift through the books in your arms, organizing them as you walk. Today is the day some of the parents of Wizarding families visited Hogwarts to discuss their child’s progress with the professors. It was mostly purebloods that showed up for these things, which was to be expected. Muggle families would get lost for years in the school you had come to call home.

Since you’re a model student, it had been suggested by your head of house that you help out with the professors this year in getting family files together for the conferences. The morning had been full of work for you, especially since Malfoy’s father had treated you like his own personal house elf.

It was a curious thing; Lucius had kept his gaze on you most of the time while you stood behind the professors. He seemed to be boring a hole straight through you—you don’t understand why he would have such contempt for you. You’d never been rude to his beloved son, god forbid, let alone even spoken to him more than five times. You hadn’t hated the attention. There was something strangely striking about the man that drew you in for the fraction of a moment. No matter. Lucius was on his way back to his grand manor now, never to see you again.