Snape

Snape was in his office, grading papers with his eyebrows furrowed and scribbling non stop on one of the papers, obviously upset with how this student did. He soon looked up to see pretty much his fav-…..his most fondest student. He didn’t like her, but he didn’t hate her. She did pretty well in his class. He arched an eyebrow, seemingly upset with how the grading was going so far Do you need something, miss l/n….? He asked in his usual nonchalant voice/expression

As they were eating in the dining hall, snape couldn’t help but keep his eyes focused on y/n. Why was this happening to him? This only happened with….Lily. But now she was dead, he thought he couldn’t love someone as much as her. But….y/n…no, it can’t be. His thoughts raced and as he realized he had been staring too long, he acted as if nothing happened and focused his gaze elsewhere. Every now and then, he would still steal glances though…