First Day
The rest of your weekend after the dinner debacle went smoothly. Your meeting with Professor McGonagall was, indeed, just Boring School Stuff. You got your schedule and a few ratty, hand-me-down textbooks that would last you for the rest of the year. Your schedule was fairly standard: Care of Magical Creatures, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Potions, Herbology, and Charms. You were able to opt out of the first few levels of Care of Magical Creatures, due to your many-year-long apprenticeship, so you would be taking the class with seventh years instead of your fellow fifth years.
Sunday had passed quickly. You slept in past noon again, your body needing rest from the mind battles that Snape had put you through. The owl who had woken you up before was waiting patiently on your windowsill, a letter from Newt tied loosely to her leg.
‘(Y/N),
I’m glad to hear that your first day went well. A fellow Hufflepuff! I’m glad your clothes are appropriately themed.
I think you are describing Professor Snape. I had my fair share of issues with him when I was in school, too. I’m sorry you had that interaction with him, and I’m very sorry he picked on you like that. I wrote to Queenie and asked her to send you more tips on Occlumency, so expect her owl soon. Stay vigilant, and try to avoid being alone with him. Please, stay safe.
I hope you are healing well. Please let me know if you need me to send you more ointment or bandages. I am always here for you, for anything. Thank you for telling me about everything.
The animals are doing well, but I can tell they miss you.
Be brave, I am so proud of you. I love you so much.
Yours,
Newt’
You sighed after reading the letter, letting your arms flop down beside you on your bed. Every single word of encouragement wriggled its way into your heart, making it ache from how much you missed him. You didn’t know if there would be any chances for him to visit you, or if the next time you saw each other would be in five months at the end of the school year. You desperately wanted to see his face, and considered asking him for a picture of him when you wrote back.
After you pried yourself out of bed, you talked to Hannah and Jamie in the common room briefly and got a short tour of your classrooms. You parted ways from them and practiced the route you would take, from Hagrid’s hut, to Professor Flitwick’s classroom, to the dungeons, to Professor Lupin’s classroom, and ending the day outside in the greenhouse. After a few rounds, it was committed to memory and you were confident you wouldn’t get lost.
You also met Hagrid for the first time, and he was very excited to meet the experienced magizoologist he had been hearing so much about. You hit it off immediately with him, and were excited for his classes. You still felt far from home and in an alien environment, but being around creatures made your heart feel like it belonged.
You managed to avoid Snape the entire day by having a modest dinner with Hagrid at his hut while conversing about the creatures in his care. You were amazed by the amount of fauna in the forbidden forest, making a mental note to ask Newt if you could come to the forest with him when you were out of Hogwarts. You admired Hagrid for his hard work, especially when he told you how he did it all without the use of magic. Telling him that he could always ask you for help, you departed from his hut and began the short, frosty walk back to the castle.
The rest of Sunday was spent lazing around in the Hufflepuff common room, waiting for an appropriate time to retreat to your dorm room and go to sleep. Eventually, you headed up the stairs and got ready for bed. You set out the clothes you were planning on wearing on Monday (Hufflepuff sweater and your least-raggedy slacks) and crawled underneath your covers, diligently casting an alarm clock spell, giving you enough time to get breakfast before class. You read Newt’s letters over and over again under your sheets, falling asleep with them clutched in your fists.
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Monday. Your first real school day. You were glad you gave yourself time to eat breakfast, as you woke up ravenous. Quickly, you changed your bandages and washed your face, trying to look presentable for your first impressions of your classmates and teachers. You cast a simple glamor spell, evening your complexion and hiding the dark circles under your eyes. You weren’t skilled enough for a spell strong enough to hide the bandages completely, so this would have to do for now. You threw your clothes on and checked your boots for dirt or other blemishes, but were satisfied at the seemingly-new leather. After another reading of Newt’s letters, you left your dorm room and headed to the Great Hall.
Your plate was loaded with waffles, warm maple syrup, fruit, and powdered sugar. A meal fit for a king. You ate alone until Hannah sat down next to you when you were halfway done with your food. You enjoyed her company, and were glad she always somehow found you. After some brief conversation, you started to head towards Hagrid’s cabin, wanting to get there early so you could get situated before everyone else got there.
The walk to Hagrid’s cabin always seemed farther than it actually was, especially in the cold. Bundled up in a warm jacket and a fluffy hat, you began your trek to the cozy hut.
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Care of Magical Creatures went as smoothly as you could ask it to. Despite being surrounded by students a few years older than you, you fit in perfectly as you joined them in their study of Nifflers, something you were already very experienced and knowledgeable about. Hagrid kept a close eye on you, making sure no one was picking on you and keep you involved in the activities.
Cheeks red from the cold weather, you walked with a group of other Hufflepuffs back up to the castle. You made polite conversation and introduced yourself when asked, but otherwise kept to yourself. Next, you had charms. Thankfully, you had enough time to go back to your dorm room and dry off from the melting snow. You also changed your bandages again, as they got wet from the snow as well. You had to tilt the bottle at a sharp angle to try and get the rest of the ointment out of it, and knew you would need to ask Newt for more in your next letter.
Charms was extremely boring and uneventful - you already knew all the spells that Professor Flitwick was teaching, and he let you read silently after you demonstrated the spells perfectly. You sat next to a Slytherin boy who was mostly incompetent and couldn’t figure out the spells, and he seemed personally offended when you were able to nail it immediately. He huffed after Flitwick left earshot, mumbling something about how “Hufflepuffs aren’t supposed to be smart.” You rolled your eyesvand ignored him, reading up on your textbook for your next class, trying to get a head start.
Potions was next. You were dreading it, dragging your feet on the way to the dungeons. The walls, damp and dark, reminded you of your first one-on-one interaction with the intimidating potions master. The letter in your pocket crinkled as you took steps down the stairs, and you reached in and felt the already-frayed edge of the paper. You had kept Newt’s letter on you since you received it. It gave you a bit of him to keep near you at all times. You thought it was kind of silly you got so much comfort from it, considering you were wearing his clothes and using his old school equipment, but you couldn’t argue with your feelings.
You arrived at the classroom a few minutes early, but stood outside the doorway instead of going in right away. You didn’t want to spend any time alone with Snape that you didn’t need to. When the room was mostly filled, you took a deep breath and walked in. Immediately, you saw Jamie’s face, already engrossed in a conversation with the girl behind her. She caught your eye and beamed, waving enthusiastically while gesturing for you to sit down at the empty seat next to her. You smiled gratefully and sat down, breathing a sigh of relief that you easily found a seat. Jamie quickly introduced you to her friend behind her, who was a very friendly Ravenclaw named Maya.
“Soooo… you excited for your first Snape class?” Jamie asked teasingly.
“I already can't wait for the class to end,” you joked, matching her energy well. You were extremely nervous and couldn’t think of anything you wanted to do less than face Snape, but you hid it well.
“How has your first day of classes been so far?” Jamie asked.
As you were about to answer, the doors at the front of the room flew open and Snape strode in, scanning the room with dark, mysterious eyes. The class hushed and everyone turned to face the front, not wanting to be the first victim of Snape’s yelling. His eyes paused as they saw your face, but continued without displaying any change of emotion. Your heart raced, beating against your rib cage with frightening force. You tried to set your features to a neutral expression and made sure your mental barriers were readied.
Snape eyed the class with the most hatred you had ever seen on anyone’s face. ‘Jesus christ,’ you thought, ‘why is this guy even a teacher?’ His eyes snapped to you and your face reddened. ‘Mind reading, right…’
Luckily, Snape took his eyes off of you and began to give the lecture. The goal was to have a Pepperup Potion take action ten minutes after being ingested. Even though you were fairly experienced in potions, it was your least favorite subject to do at home. Usually, either Newt would do all of the brewing or you would buy the potions for your animals, mostly because they were too complex and specific for home-brewing. You would say you were about on par with your classmates in potions, right in the middle of the pack. Right where you wanted to be, especially for a class taught by Snape. You didn’t want to drag behind or be noticeably farther ahead than your peers, you just wanted to stay average and keep his attention off of you.
Snape finished giving the quick overview on the potions and took a seat at his desk at the head of the classroom, looking over the activity. You and Jamie would be working together. She grinned at you, and you smiled back.
“I’ll go get the ingredients if you get our workstation set up?” she asked, being willing to enter the crowded ingredient closet with half of the class while you stayed alone by your seats.
“Yes, please,” you agreed, thankful she took the more unpleasant job.
Setting up the workstation went fairly quickly, and before you knew it, the cauldron was clean, your tables were cleared, and the potions textbook was propped up to the appropriate page. You started to read over the steps of the Pepperup Potion when your mind started to wander. Specifically, you thought about Newt and your life with him. Of course, that was the only thing you knew before Hogwarts, so you had many memories of Newt. However, you couldn’t seem to take your mind off of when he took your virginity and started your intimate relationship together. You shook your head slightly, trying to clear it and refocus on the textbook page in front of you.
Jamie finally came back, hands full of Bicorn Horn, a vial of Salamander blood, and many other ingredients you needed for the potion. You helped her put the ingredients where they needed to be, glad for the distraction for your wandering mind. You glanced up at Snape’s desk, but quickly averted your eyes when you saw the glint of his eyes trained onto you.
Jamie saw where you were looking and also peeked at Snape, eyes widening slightly when he saw he was staring at you. “...Why is he looking at us?” she whispered discreetly, slightly freaked out.
You answered with a noncommittal shrug, and started to chop the large Mandrake root before she could ask more questions. As you chopped, Jamie worked on stoking the fire underneath her brass cauldron, dipping out of view. You needed to chop and mash an entire Mandrake root, something that would take a fairly long time. Your hands went on autopilot, bringing the small knife down over and over again in semi-even slices. Despite your effort on staying focused, your mind started to wander again.
This time, however, instead of your mind lazily sauntering away from the present moment, it felt as if a memory was tugging on your attention, trying to pull you into it. Your eyes narrowed, and you listened to the rhythmic thud of your knife on the cutting board, trying to stay grounded in the present. In spite of your efforts, a stronger pull from the memory sent you spiraling towards it. The memory felt hazy, mainly because you were trying to pull away from it, but it was undeniable what it was. Newt was teasing you, slowly thrusting into you with his nimble fingers while leaving lingering kisses on your breasts and neck, working up your nerves until you thought you were going to explode. You writhed under the attention from your handsome partner, head thrown back and eyes screwed shut, trying to cope with the intense waves of pleasure that swam through your body. Your mouth fell open, needy mewls escaping out of your flushed lips.
Your hands trembled, and you tore away from the warm, intimate memory, staring intently at the Mandrake root you had been cutting. The once-consistent slices had turned into janky cuts, leaving some large parts of the root uncut and other parts as thin as potato chips. Your cheeks were warm and red, and you fidgeted in place as you glanced around, hoping no one was seeing you lose your composure. Jamie was still fiddling with the fire, trying to get it going. You blinked hard, and tried to return to your task. You were almost done, and then Jamie would be finished and she would be able to keep you grounded.
You continued to cut the Mandrake root, slowing down and putting extreme effort into keeping the slices even and the exact same size, hoping it would distract you from your memories. It worked for a little bit, and you only had about a quarter left to cut. Then, you felt a familiar presence in the back of your mind. You stopped chopping and inhaled sharply. Snape was using Legilimency on you. Again. You tried to clear your mind of everything other than cutting the Mandrake root, and your mental shields started to raise.
You cut the Mandrake root over and over again, thinking of nothing other than keeping the slices even. To your dismay, your memories started to cry for attention again and tug on your focus. You tried to fight them back, tightening your attention on your task, but a small lapse in your focus from someone across the room dropping their knife allowed your memories to flood in. Your chopping speed increased as your anxiety did the same. You couldn’t allow Snape to see these, you needed to get him out of your mind before he saw something you didn’t want him to. The cauldron still wasn’t lit, and Jamie was fully focused on lighting the fire, so she couldn’t save you from the inner conflict that you were going through.
The prodding of Snape’s Legilimency on your mind was very clear and obvious to you, and you tried to beat them back as your mind conjured up another memory of you and Newt. Your hands moved faster and your cheeks got redder as the memory became clearer. There was a small pond within Newt’s briefcase, a sanctuary for creatures and humans alike. The clean, clear water was located in the forest, natural shade protecting it from the artificial sun. Newt was lazing on the banks, fully nude, his head laid on your thighs. Your hands traced up and down his arms, feeling the smooth skin under his fine body hair. He looked up at you, and you looked down at him, seeing your own body also in the nude. He reached up at your face and pulled you down to his level, making your breasts graze his chest and your breath hitch in your throat at the feeling of his chest hair on your nipples. He grinned as he kissed you, hands splayed on the back of your head and back, lips encasing yours. His tongue pushed at your bottom lip, wanting permission to deepen the kiss. You easily granted him permission, opening your mouth as his tongue entered and explored your mouth. His hand traced your back, coming around to the front of your body to massage your breasts, circling your nipples gently. You groaned into his mouth, needing more. You desperately needed Snape out of your head. He couldn’t see this. You couldn’t let him see this. Your mental shields were weak, feeling like they were caught in a spiderweb that prevented them from moving. Drawing up all your energy, you channeled for a large, intense push on Snape’s Legilimency that managed to push him fully out of your mind finally.
Your shoulders dropped and you finally breathed freely, keeping your eyes locked on the Mandrake root that was mangled by now. It was almost done being chopped, you just needed to lock in for the last few inches. You realized something that made the color from your cheeks drain and your hands stop. You had been feeling Snape’s presence in your mind ever since he entered the classroom, and you just now noticed because it was gone for the first time. He had seen both memories in their entirety, and you had been powerless to stop him. You couldn’t look at him. You thought you would explode if you saw him, knowing he had seen you having sexual relations with Newt. You didn’t even want to think about him.
Thankfully, now that Snape had been removed from your head, your focus was much, much better and you made heavy progress on your Mandrake root. You no longer felt the pull of your memories on your focus, and you tried to push your thoughts away, not able to process what happened yet. You would deal with it later. You were tired from the mini-battle you and Snape had, and you just wanted to get through with class and go to lunch.
As you were almost finished with the root, you felt Snape’s Legilimency gently prodding at the back of your mind. Again, you pulled up your mental shields, but Snape suddenly attacked with an aggression he hadn’t shown before. Your mental shields were shattered, your memories on display for him to peruse at his pleasure. He quickly delved back into the memory by the pond, making your mind completely leave its place within your head and fly back to the moments you shared with Newt.
His hands were all over you, stimulating your skin and giving you body-wide goosebumps. You were straddling him as he laid against a tree, his cock deep within you, straightening your insides to his shape. He rocked you back and forth, making you whine and pull yourself closer to him to bury your face in his chest. He chuckled softly before kissing you tenderly on the top of your head. He took your ass into his hands, kneading it like bread dough. With no warning, he lifted you up and slammed you back down onto his dick, his hands still grasping your cheeks. You threw your head back, moaning pornographically at the sudden movement, clutching at his strong shoulders for something to hold onto. He continued his assault on your pussy, not slowing down or lessening his movements, brushing against that magical bundle of nerves perfectly on every single thrust. His movements became more and more haphazard as he got closer to his climax, his breath coming in fast, short bursts that signaled he was close.
“(y/n)...” he groaned, hands tightening on your ass. “I’m close…” His hips stuttered and he let out an obscene moan as he buried his cock deep into you, pumping his cum- “FUCK!”
You had lost control of the knife and deeply cut your finger, the blood already escaping and spilling over the Mandrake root you had worked so hard to chop. The pain coursed through your mind, breaking all focus and attention you had on anything, inadvertently forcing Snape out of your mind. He looked up, not expecting his connection with you to be severed so suddenly.
“10 points from Hufflepuff for obscenity,” he said disapprovingly, staring down at you. You were extremely flustered from the memory, and you were practically dripping. Not only from the memory, but also blood from the cut. You glared up at him, trying to convey that it was his fault for distracting you, but he only cocked an eyebrow in challenge. Before you could say anything you regret, your finger let out a concerningly large spurt of blood from the gash, and you remembered the intense pain you were in. Snape sighed, as if incredibly annoyed by this slight inconvenience. “Come here,” he said, gesturing for you to join him at the head of the classroom. Hesitantly, you obeyed him and shuffled your way up to his desk.
When you were next to his seat, he stood up, his height intimidating you, and grabbed your wrist. He pulled it closer to him, forcing you to take a few steps towards him, making you a few small inches away from being chest-to-chest. You held your breath, not knowing how to handle the extreme close contact with your professor. Not only had you just cut yourself, but you were still hot and bothered by the memories he had made you think. Being extremely close to your tall, dark, scary professor made your stomach flutter in a way you didn’t want to think about yet. Snape closely observed the cut, turning your wrist forward and backwards to give himself a better angle. You looked out at the class, and they seemed relatively unbothered, but Jamie had finally looked up from the cauldron and made eye contact with you, mouthing ‘You okay?’ from the desk. You shot her a thumbs up and a weak smile in response, trying not to disturb Snape.
“You cut deep,” Snape finally said. You rolled your eyes and resisted making a snarky comeback. You thought it instead, but you knew he heard it. He glared at you, his grip on your wrist tightening. “Go to the hospital wing. Try not to hurt yourself any more on the way out,” he instructed, releasing you from his grasp and motioning for you to leave.
You hustled out of the room, quickly grabbing your things and waving apologetically at Jamie. You felt bad she had to brew the potion by herself, and especially bad you bled all over the workstation. She waved back, concern etching her features.
You finally escaped the room, and you felt Snape’s presence in your mind fully disappear as you exited the dungeons. You could think clearly for the first time since you entered the potions classroom, and the events of the class hit you like a runaway truck. Snape had made you think extremely personal, sexual thoughts, multiple times. Even though you forced him out, he wriggled his way back in over and over again, wanting to see what you were thinking. Why on Earth would he do that? You were bewildered by his actions. The only reasoning that made sense to you was he wanted to embarrass or fluster you in class, even if that meant witnessing your sexual exploits with Newt. He had succeeded, you were thoroughly embarrassed and you never wanted to speak to him or see him ever again.
You were also embarrassed you had cut yourself so deep you needed to go to the Hospital Wing. You were supposed to be healing at Hogwarts, not making yourself worse. You were itching to write to Newt, and you were more anxious to receive a letter from him. You really needed to hear more words of encouragement and advice from him.
That would need to wait. First, you needed to fix your finger.