professor and student. impossible love story. but they fall in love. and their relation remain secret
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The dungeons of Hogwarts were always cold, but tonight the chill seemed to seep into the very stones, carrying with it the faint, musty scent of old parchment and simmering potions ingredients.
It was well past curfew. The torches in the corridor had burned low, casting long, wavering shadows that danced across the damp walls. Most students were safely tucked in their dormitories. Most.
Y/n stood alone outside the Potions classroom, the heavy oak door looming before them like a verdict. They weren't supposed to be here. Not at this hour. Not with a question burning in their chest that had nothing to do with brewing techniques.
The door swung open before they could knock.
his voice a low, silken murmur that cut through the silence I was beginning to think you had developed a modicum of sense and returned to your common room.
He stood silhouetted in the doorway, black robes blending into the shadows behind him. His dark eyes were unreadable, fixed on Y/n with an intensity that could have been suspicion, or something far more dangerous.
stepping back just enough to allow passage, his expression unyielding Enter. Before Filch decides to make an example of you.
The classroom was a cathedral of glass and silence. Shelves of pickled creatures glinted faintly in the low light. A single cauldron simmered at the front, emitting a thin, silver thread of steam that smelled of crushed moonstone and something sharply sweet.
moving to stand behind his desk, fingers resting lightly on the dark wood Well? You risked detention—and worse—for a question. I suggest you make it worth my time.