Freya decided to skip dinner and made her way to her room. As she entered the Slytherin common room, she couldn't help but admire the beautiful space. The predominantly green and silver hues created a stunning dark academia atmosphere. Occasionally, she caught glimpses of creatures swimming in the lake through the windows. Sighing contently, she headed to her room. Upon entering, Pansy glanced up from her book, rolled her eyes, and then returned her attention to the pages. Freya sighed and cautiously approached, gently closing the door behind her.
"Hey, Pansy," she began tentatively. Pansy shot her a look of annoyance. "What do you want?" Freya fidgeted slightly, stepping closer and extending her hand. "I'm Freya. Nice to meet you," she offered. Pansy stared at her as if she'd lost her mind. "I know who you are. We're roommates. Did Snape erase your memories?" she retorted. "Yes, I know you know my name. I just wanted to start over," Freya explained, sighing. Pansy sat up, eyeing her suspiciously. Freya sighed again, "I'm sorry. I was rude yesterday and I regret breaking your pretty nose." Smiled at her and stepped closer to Pansy.
Pansy hesitated, taken aback by Freya's words. "I know I was awful, and I'd like to start over. Maybe we could try being friends? Or just be on good terms, to begin with. If you don't want to be friends, that's fine too," Freya said rapidly. Pansy shook her head. "I'm still mad about my nose, and I nearly got expelled for trying to hex you. So, yeah, friends won't happen. But I can be civil if need be," she replied before returning to her book.
Freya smiled, "Thank you, that's enough for me right now," and moved to her side of the room. She felt pleased about the shift in her and Pansy's relationship. It wasn't a significant change, but it was a promising start. Now, she turned her attention to a bigger problem. She began searching her potion book and, after tidying her hair in the mirror, left the room.
Freya stood before the Potion classroom, her anticipation evident in the rhythm of her breath. She gently tapped on the door, waiting expectantly for a response. Several minutes passed with no sound. She knocked again, a bit louder this time, but still, there was no reply. To her surprise, the door creaked open when she tried the handle. Taking a step into the room, she cautiously shut the door behind her, calling out, "Professor?"
The room was cloaked in shadows, and the emptiness felt both eerie and intriguing. The air was thick with the pungent scent of various potions stored in tall, dark cabinets that lined the walls. Labels like knotgrass, leeches, bat tongues, and a myriad of other curious ingredients adorned the jars, casting an intriguing charm over the space. Freya was mesmerized, half convinced she was dreaming. This environment was like a manifestation of her deepest desires. She gingerly touched the dusty shelves, leaving faint fingerprints behind, a testament to her presence.
As she ran her fingers along the shelves, she took a moment to close her eyes, relishing the cold, musty atmosphere that surrounded her. The storm of emotions inside her mind made it difficult to think clearly. Her heart pounded in excitement, almost echoing in the silent room, overwhelming her senses. Suddenly, a chilling, stern voice bringing her back to the room, causing her to startle and let out a yelp.
"Miss Williams, what brings you here, alone, in the darkness? If I'm not mistaken, our meeting was set for 9 o'clock, and you've arrived more than an hour early," the professor queried. With a subtle flick of his wand, the room lit up dimly as the candles came to life, casting a faint glow amid the shadows.
Freya spun around, her gaze locking onto the towering, striking man before her. His lengthy hair, stern countenance, and piercing black eyes weakened her knees. His commanding posture exuded an aura of sheer power. Feeling her mouth dry up under his intense stare, she nervously moistened her lips. "I'm sorry, Professor Snape," his name slipped from her lips like silk, accompanied by a shy smile as she edged closer, craving more of his presence, his scent, his warmth. Inhaling deeply, the immediate aroma of old books filled her senses. "I knocked, and the door was open, so I assumed you might be here," she stumbled over her words, her voice betraying the turbulence of her thoughts. She shook her head. "I was hoping I could ask you a few questions before detention," she murmured, anxiously biting her lip, waiting for his reply.
"Your justification for entering due to an open door is indeed... peculiar, Miss Williams," Snape remarked in a stern tone. "I would strongly caution against such unauthorized entries into someone's chambers in the future, particularly within these school walls."
His words carried a weight of authority, his gaze fixed on Freya with a hint of admonishment. "Now, what specifically do you require assistance with, Miss Williams?"
Freya's lips twitched at the mere mention of chambers. Lost in her thoughts, she envisioned the consequences of an unannounced late-night visit to his private quarters. Vivid scenarios crowded her mind—images of Snape smiling at her, his kiss, leading to an imagined scene in his expansive bed. His naked body lying on top of her, making her scream.
Her heart raced at the vivid daydream, painting various fantasies, but Snape's sharp voice cut through her reverie. "Do *not* make me repeat myself," he commanded. His eyes grew colder, waiting for Freya to refocus and ask her question, aiming to initiate the detention and let the time slip away.
Freya shook her head slightly and stepped closer to his desk, placing the book in front of him. "Would you help me with basic potions?" Her plea held a sense of urgency, hoping for a favorable response. Snape arched an eyebrow, a hint of suspicion in his expression, but before he could respond, Freya hurried on, "I need some help for DADA too, and I know that you are the most qualified teacher in these two classes. You know..."
He raised an eyebrow at her request, a small frown forming on his lips when she gestured toward her head and referenced her "dreams." His gaze bore into her, as if he were seeking her deepest secrets. "So, you are requesting assistance with potions and Defence Against the Dark Arts. Could you tell me your reasons why?" Snape's tone remained cool, not entirely promising, yet Freya was relieved he hadn't outright declined.
With a heavy sigh, Freya shared her predicament, "During DADA today, there was an incident with a boggart, and I'm uncertain whether it was my magic at fault or something else. As for potions, before I was dropped in your class, I hadn't had much exposure to magic or anything else." She brandished her wand, casting "Lumos," a glimmer of satisfaction shining in her eyes. "That's one of the few spells I know and can perform."
Snape's brows furrowed. "Considering I'm in the third year, I need to learn a lot to avoid failing these classes, and I can't do it alone," she continued, dropping her head, losing hope.
He watches Freya carefully, his expression slowly changing to one of suspicion.
"Did you come to my office seeking my help because you believe I'm the most suitable person to assist you? Or are there ulterior motives behind this choice?"
Even as he speaks, his gaze briefly shifts to her wand, a thoughtful consideration in his eyes. He wishes to hear her response before consenting to instruct her.
Freya glanced at her brightly lit wand and promptly murmured, "Nox," extinguishing the light and stowing away her wand. She assumed an air of feigned guilt and looked at Snape. "You caught me, Professor," she said with a sweet smile. "I want your books," she implored, casting him a puppy-eyed look. "Pretty please?"
Snape observes Freya with a raised brow as he awaits her response.
"You appear quite eager to borrow my books, Miss Williams. Why aren't the textbooks provided by the school satisfactory for you? Do you not find it unusual for a student to request my personal books?"
His eyes shift between her and the book on the desk, attempting to discern the underlying intention behind her request.
Freya knowingly smiled. "You know, my dear Professor, your books surpass anything the school provides," she mentioned, leaning in closer to him, giving him a revealing view of her breasts. "Because the school's books lack the notes from the Half-Blood Prince," she whispered the last words to him.
A surge of anger and disdain flashes across his features as he contemplates the truth behind her actions. Snape's voice turned cold as ice as he slowly rose and peered down at her. "Miss Williams, your behavior is still not appropriate for a school setting. Get off my desk and button your blouse immediately." His face reddened in anger, or possibly from the earlier view. "I do not know anything about any 'Prince,' so I cannot assist you with that," he continued as Freya straightened up.
She gazed at him, stepping closer and looking deeply into his eyes. Her smile faded, and her expression turned serious as she whispered, leaning closer to him. "I know that you are the Half-Blood Prince; that's why I'm asking for your books with your personal notes. I'm well aware that your notes hold more value than the books alone. So, please allow me to borrow them, specifically those from the first to third years, so I can catch up with the rest of the class," she said. As she looked up at his surprised and angry face, he seemed about to say something, but Freya continued, "I understand how this might appear to you, that I know so much about you, yet you know nothing. But I can't pretend I haven't known you since I was 5. Your life, to me, is like a movie." She sighed and turned around going back in front of his desk.
She lifted her book, observing the bewildered man before her. Snape seemed as though he was trying to probe her inner motives but found nothing, leaving him puzzled and frustrated. "It's very commendable that you wish to study, but I am a busy man, and your detention is not an extra class but punishment. Neither you nor I have the time for it," he explained, disregarding the part where she referenced his life again. Freya offered a sad smile. "It's alright. Professor Lupin offered his help with DADA, and I think he could assist me with some potion tips as well. I merely wanted to learn from you, but thank you," she said, noticing that mentioning Lupin made him even angrier than before.
"Professor Lupin may be a skilled Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, but he isn't qualified to teach potions," he snarled, looking annoyed. "For the last half hour of your detention, I will help you with potion," he declared, and Freya beamed in response, feeling elated. He sighed and continued, "And I will let you borrow the three potions book, but be careful, young lady. Do not show or give it to other students, otherwise, you might lose your benefits," he warned.
Freya was overjoyed, circling the desk with a wide smile before tightly hugging him. "Thank you so much," she whispered into his robe, reveling in his scent that surrounded her, feeling as if she were in heaven. Snape, however, froze. He remained still for a moment before abruptly reacting. "Miss Williams, get off me this instant," he snapped. Freya stepped back, her smile shrinking into a shy expression. "I'm sorry, Professor, I was just so happy," she explained. Snape's face was frozen in an annoyed grimace. "Your detention starts now!" he growled, issuing his commands sternly.