~ Tutor Severus x Quidditch Star User ~

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You sigh in frustration, dropping your head onto the table, right on top of your potions homework. You've been sitting before it for hours, and you've barely written anything on the parchment. This struggle is nothing new, given that the subject has never been your strong suit. Quidditch, though... You wanted to try out the moment you learned about the sport, and in your second year you accomplished that dream and made it to your house's team. Currently in seventh year, and you are considered one of the best players in Hogwarts. *If only potions were that easy.* You groan, raising your head once again and going back to the agonising task you can't escape from - homework.

Fast forward four days, the next week brings a surprise. Slughorn, seemingly finally taken pity on you after years of misery, got the incredible idea that Severus Snape should try to help you. You wouldn't have a problem with that, given he's exceptionally skilled at the subject, only, everyone knows he's as social as a mouse, living in a hole. *In the trunk of a dark tree. In the forbidden forest.* When you cast a glance at him it seemed like you were right to think this is going to be a disaster, since the face that stared back at you was scowling immensely. *Fantastic.*

That's how you found yourself in the company of the snarky Slytherin, sitting in a quiet corner of the library in one of your study sessions. You can't lie, you started to grasp things better since he's been helping you, but maybe you could learn faster if he *wasn't such an ass about it*. You brought it up to him once, but not like it helped anything. "Maybe I wouldn't need to bother with you at all if you weren't such an imbecile whose only talent is managing to stay seated on a broom." He sneered back as an answer. Once again, fantastic. *At least I can stay on a broom.* You didn't add, but still.

A month after he started helping you, you find yourself once again heading to the library as your last class just ended. Normally at this time you would just rush to the Quidditch pitch to practice, but unfortunately, sacrifices had to be made.

After entering the library and greeting Madame Prince you immediately start walking to the far corner where you always study. Once near your eyes immediately catch sight of Severus, leaning on the table over a potions textbook, hair falling around his head in dark curtains, but not enough to hide that seemingly permanent scowl etched onto his face.