#x student reader

(Harry Potter)

I know no one wants to read a paragraph about the story so imma summarize, you just moved schools and imma say u were put into seventh year at hogwarts before it started (during the summer). this story was inspired by a song i was listening to when i was sleeping (idk the name, had smth to do with love lmao) <3 enjoy

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Moving to a new school was ... different, to say the least.

Especially when it's your last year at a school ... you don't know anyone and sometimes you're the center of attention.

Which sucks.

You didn't know any of the teachers, or students, or whatever after school or sport thing they did.

Not to mention the teaching, oh merlin that's gonna be differernt.

Luckily, I have a favorite subject.

That's right, I like things.

Potions.

With Professor Snape.

Now, you don't personally know Mr. Snape BUT your parents did.

Apparently, they were his only friends.

So, score for me to having a teacher on my side.

Anyways, I head straight down the train to the Seventh year section.

Shit, I have no friends.

I moved into an empty compartment, one that was really close to the back.

I got myself situated and started to close my eyes as I leaned against the window.

My eyes snapped open, and my head turned when I heard the sliding door open, along with someone clearing their throat.

"Yes?"

It was a man dressed in black, his tall figure overshadowed me, and his black eyes bore into my soul.

"This compartment ... is for the professors, Miss ..."

He trailed off and raised his eyebrow at me.

"Oh, uh, Yn Yln."

"Severus Snape."

"Oh! You're my potions professor! You know, I've always been fond of-"

Severus cut me off as I was about to say more about his class.

"Right well good for you Miss Yln, but you must be headed to your compartment now."

"Okay! I'll see you at Hogwarts, sir!"

I said goodbye, waving and smiling as he stared at me.

"What a strange girl ..."

Severus mumbled.

He seems fun.

I thought to myself, almost skipping away.

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Pairing : Loki, Reader

Part I here

PART II

Last chapter : Y/N and Loki Laufeyson slept together. When Y/N wakes up, she’s alone, Loki is gone. She now goes back to University ...

Summary : Y/N, a student, and Loki, a professor, attend the same wedding. They don’t realize they could meet again.

Image : not mine !

Y/N took a bite of her toast. ''Did you read the information e-mail, last night ?'' Jane absently asked. Still chewing, Y/N shook her head. ''Well, it says Professor Benjamin has been replaced by ...'' she scrunched an eyebrow as she read, ''Professor Lau... F... Never mind.'' Jane scrolled down the e-mail but it was the only information she was able to furnish to her friend. ''Never met him.'' Y/N shrugged. A smile crossed Jane's lips and she jumped on her feet, ''Well, don't be late for our first class with him. It's in five minutes.'' She clarified, glancing at the second toast Y/N was putting into the grill. The young girl rolled her eyes. She was used to these rushing mornings. The newcomer wouldn't be a problem.

And she was late, again.

She discreetly sneaked into the auditorium and walked towards her usual seat, not really paying attention to the new professor. Jane shot her a glance, ''Where were you ?'' She hissed, her eyes looking back at the front row where Professor Laufeyson instructed.

Catching her breath, Y/N pulled her notebook from her bag, ''Did he say anything important ?'' Her friend couldn't give a prompt reply to her apprehensive question.

''I see some of you are late, so I'll repeat one last time.''

No. It couldn't be.

''My name is Loki Laufeyson. I'll be teaching Literature this year.''

And yet it is.

Y/N froze on her seat. Oh god. What did I do to you ?

The young girl sank into her seat. No, no, no. This isn't happening.

Loki didn't seem to have noticed her. As he kept talking, Y/N’s eyes glanced around her. The auditorium was filled, mostly with young women who stared at the new professor with sparkling eyes. All ignorant and fantasizing, unaware that the perfect model instructing was a complete bastard.

There were lots of students in the auditorium and Y/N partially relaxed on her seat, trying not to draw attention.

Y/N spent the entire three hours hiding behind strands of her messy hair, blushing and trying not to look at the front. Although Loki Laufeyson had been a complete douche with her, she had a hard time forgetting the crazy night they'd had together, laughing and ... Sleeping together.

From where she was, Y/N distinguished his sharp features, she could clearly hear the deep tone of his voice, his slight sighs and the way he tutted. It was pure torture.

''Well, any volunteer to analyze these first sentences ?'' He peered at the crowded room and Y/N lowered her gaze on her notebook. It was the moment Jane chose to have a revelation. Shit. Loki nodded towards her, inducing a quick reaction from Y/N who bent down, pretending to pick up a fallen pen.

''Yes, you.''

Y/N felt her whole body burning. She wouldn't be able to hide for six months. It was insane.

''I think it has something to do with the concept of exoticism ?'' As she talked, Jane shoot Y/N an interrogative gaze to which the young girl vigorously shook her head, beckoning her friend not to say anything.

''To a certain degree, indeed.'' A few seconds of silence left Y/N breathless. ''Anyone else ?’’ he paused, ‘’As I mentioned earlier, the text refers to an ancient vision of the subject ...'' whew.

Y/N slowly straightened up, unnoticed. Jane elbowed her, ''What are you doing ?'' She whispered, her eyes not leaving the front. Heart pounding into her chest, the young girl slowly recollected herself. ''You'll never believe it ...'' Jane took the risk to glance at her and a heavy silence fell over the room. Oops.

Professor Laufeyson was silently looking in their direction with a terrifying impassivity.

Feeling the piercing eyes going from her friend to her, Y/N swiftly pushed her hair in front of her face and hid behind the student who was seated in front of her. Considering Y/N’s reaction, Jane cleared her throat as to attract Professor Laufeyson's attention, ''Eh ... I'm Sorry ...'' she mumbled with a hint of apprehension.

Turning her attention back to her notebook, Y/N started to draw figures, drowning herself away from Loki's voice who explained the challenges that the analyze of the first book would represent.

Y/N didn't care. The burning fire into her stomach was unbearable and she did her best to get over it. She had to find a way to not attend this course.

The class ended rather early and the young girl took advantage of the chaos created by the students who clustered towards the exit. Making her way through the crowd, Y/N managed to get out without being seen.

Damn.

''Y/N, Y/N !'' Jane called, running after her. Turning around at once, Y/N beckoned her to stop screaming. ''What's wrong ?''

''I know him, Lo ... Laufeyson.'' Her friend tilted her head incredulously, ''How did you meet him ? Why didn't you want him to see you ?'' She asked, not understanding the situation.

Heat flooded Y/N’s cheeks. How could she even explain this to her friend ? Looking up at her, the young girl shrugged, ''Well ...'' a part of her ached to tell the truth, but the other one knew it was wrong. It wasn't like her. Of course, she despised him and the way he'd treated her. But she still couldn't do this to him. ''He ... was a bit of an ass, you know. We ... Argued. About things. Subjects.'' She uncomfortably waved her hands, ''Anyway. I wanted to ask you a favor.''

Obviously, Jane wasn't buying it, but her discretion was a quality Y/N appreciated. ''I don't want to attend his class.'' She explained as they got out. ''Alright, I guess you could borrow my notes then ...'' Jane proposed, ''But Y/N, you'll soon find out that I'm a zero in literature.'' Saying so, she pulled the last notes she'd been taking. Y/N skimmed through the lines and frowned.

Oh ... It was a complete mess. Her desperate gaze laid on Jane who shot her a sympathetic glance, ''I'm sorry Y/N ...''

Y/N would have to attend Professor Laufeyson's classes. It couldn't be worse. Or so she thought.

Her phone and Jane's vibrated simultaneously. As her friend consulted her notifications, she made a face, ''And ... The first paper in literature is due next week. Damn, that’s early.''