Creep.

“Wake up.”
I ignored the demand and snuggled further into my bed. The owner of the voice began to tap their foot impatiently, though at this moment I could care less.
“Now.” Wait who was standing over my bed? I felt under my covers only to remember I went to bed in a pair of boy shorts and a low cut tank top.
"Hang on." I grumbled, beginning to wrap the covers around myself so I could get up, but I was too late. The blankets were ripped from my hands and yanked;I became unravelled and fell out of bed for the second morning in a row. I scrambled to cover myself but Snape tossed the comforter on the other side of the room. He walked around the bed to grab me off the floor, though once he saw my choice of pyjamas he stopped dead. For the first time I saw his face drop and go pale...well paler. Snape slowly turned around to avert his gaze, even though like the Sleaze he is, he turned quickly to do a double take before walking to the door.
“You have five minutes to get decent.” He said quietly so he wouldn’t wake my roommates, who were already turning to go back to sleep after the disturbance. Without a word I quickly grabbed my uniform pants from the floor and yanked them on. I tried to pull my pants up quickly, but met the carpet instead. I lifted my hips to pull my trousers up, then buttoning them. Not bothering to actually strip naked while he was in the room. I jumped to my feet and ran around my bed to pull on my shirt, tie then vest.
“Three minutes.” Snape warned as I was pulling on my shoes, then robe. Becoming bold I slapped on some eyeliner and mascara.
“One minute.” He threatened; I jumped on my bed to look in the mirror above it. Combing through my dark red hair. My curls had fallen into loose waves, and my layers flared out and one half of my hair was sticking up. I combed my fingers though my hair when Snape gave his final warning.
“I am turning around.” I looked over at him to watch his expression. He was cautiously turning around slowly. He looked to where I had been standing, then to my bed.
“Get off the bed and tuck in your shirt.” I raised an eyebrow at him and jumped off the bed.
“The shirt will remain un-tucked.” I stated turning to grab my books and homework off the bedside table and shoving them into my bag.
“Miss. Fletcher, Tuck in your shirt before I do it for you.” A shiver ran down my spine.
“Actually, you will leave me alone because tucking in my shirt would require your hands down my pants and I believe that is sexual assault.” Snape’s eyebrow raised walking closer to me. With every step he took, my skin crawled and my heart beat faster.
“Would you like to test your theory?" He asked, " Tuck in your shirt.” Snape threatened stopping half an inch away from me. We locked eyes for about three minutes before I got really uncomfortable.
“Try me.” I replied, my voice breaking at the thought of a teachers hands down my pants. Not to mention this specific teacher, his hands where cold and rough which I highly estimate would add to the discomfort. Snape held eye contact as he closed the gap between us. I was able to feel his breath on my fore head as he quickly reached down to my hips. I jumped back and quickly began shoving my shirt in my pants.
“Okay!” I shouted forgetting about my roommates. My roommate Leigha sat up and looked at Professor Snape and me. She eyed him suspiciously before looking at me, catching me with my hands down my pants. Im going to have fun explaining this later.
“What’s going on?” She asked groggily rubbing her eyes.
“Go back to sleep.” Snape ordered reaching over to me and grabbing my arm; he pulled us out the door and closed it behind us.
Snape dragged me all the way to the classroom before he pushed me into my seat. He took a seat at his own desk and began flipping though books. In habit I looked up at the clock above him and gasped
“It’s four in the morning!” I yelled glaring at him.
“Yes.” He answered absent mindedly.
“Why are we awake?” I asked in shock. I had just fallen asleep an hour ago.
“Because it’s morning.” He shot back not looking back at me.
“So is twelve but you don’t see people waking up then!”
“You also don’t see people take vitamins, but it happens.” He shot back scribbling something in his book, His black greasy hair forming a shield between him and me.
“Now I know why you are so cranky, you suffer from insomnia.”
“So do you.” Wait, how the hell did he know that? I stared him down until he looked up at me.
“How do you know that?” I asked glaring into his cold eyes. Snape closed his book and mimicked my gaze.
“Because no matter how much you try to be quiet, I can still hear and see you walking the halls at night, and no matter how much you try to hide it. I know what you are.” A lump jumped into my throat. How come he never busted me? He freaks out on everyone who is out of bed after hours…I thought his main goal in life was to find new reasons to give me detention.
“You shouldn’t be proud to know that I’m an insomniac.” I growled watching him play with the quill in his hands.
"It's actually really creepy."
“We both know that’s not what I’m referring to.”
“Severus.” Snape and I both looked toward the door to see Dumbledore standing in the doorway. Snape stood from his desk and walked toward the Head Master.
“Why do you have Miss Fletcher awake at such an hour?” He asked looking over his employee’s shoulder.
“I had a nightmare that I was being attacked by the pants monster, I was so terrified I couldn’t even tuck in my shirt by myself, so I had Professor Snape assist me. He then stayed awake with me and decided we should be more productive with our time together, so here we are.”
“You tucked in her pants?” Dumbledore asked in shock.
“No, sir. I didn’t.” Snape replied sincerely.
“That kind of relationship between a student and teacher is highly unwelcome here.”
“I assure you Albus, no one’s hands but her own were in her pants.”
“Yes.” I agreed.
“I was kidding.” I smiled watching Snape and Dumbledore walk out into the hall. Hushed tones floated in the room until the door shut behind them.
“Perfect.” I laughed to myself, Pulling my headphones up out of my shirt and pushing the headphones into my ears. I folded my arms on the table and nuzzled my head into them, Once again letting the words of wisdom from my iPod to take me away.
From Mall security, to every enemy, We're on your property standing in V formation.
As the song played on I slowly drifting into sleep…or so I thought. Cold hands gripped the back of my neck roughly, pulling my head off the desk. I squeaked in pain and surprise as Snape leaned down to my ear.
“One more foot out of line, Fletcher, and Dumbledore will finally see what you are.” He spat releasing my neck, My head slammed back onto the table as Snape stormed back to his desk.
"OW!" I screamed, glaring at Snape's back. The professor turned around and his eyes flashed in my direction as he lowered himself into his seat. I shifted uncomfortably in the chair as our intense staring contest began. Snape was the first to look away, he began scribbling in the book again. His body was still stiff like always. I rubbed my forehead and pouted a little at the professor. He still didn't look up from his writing, Asshole. I stood from my desk and began to walk toward the book shelf.
"Sit" I glanced over my shoulder, Snape still wasn't looking away from his book. I ignored his demand and proceeded to look threw the volumes of books on the shelf.
Everything was old and decrepit looking except on book that look slightly…less loved the the others. I pulled the book off the shelf and skimmed over the title, Vampira? I chuckled aloud and slipped the book into the back of my pants. He wont miss it for a day.
"Fletcher." I turned to see Snape place down his pen and glare at me warningly.
"I see you like fairytales, Professor." I laughed nodding toward the bookcase. He said nothing. I began to walk toward my desk when I was pulled into a dark figure. I glanced up as he grabbed my wrist. Snape's hand reached around to the back of my pants pulling the book out of my waistband.
"What have we here?" I was released but I couldn't move, how did he sneak up on me so quick?
"One of my fairytales?" Snape taunted flipping the book open to a random page.
"I wanted to see how dumb it was." Snape remained glancing through the book. after a minute or two Snape looked up and met my eyes. His lips moved slowly, before loud, ear piercing noises flooded my mind, scratching and gnawing at my ears and brain. I screamed in terror and pain as I dropped to my knees.