Title:The way he wrote

Pair: Bill/Severus Snape (one-sided)

Rating: PG-13

Warnings/contains: Teacher Severus Snape, Student Bill Weasley, Accidental Stimulation

Summary: It was weird, yes it was, but then it became normal. And the letters were really beautiful too.

A/N: This is me trying to get back into writing. And yes, yes I did finish this last min... because life

Warning: not beta-read. I try to get my beta to do it post posting for me :D

The way he wrote

As the oldest Bill knew there were certain expectations his younger brothers did not have to abide by. And truly he didn't mind. He liked studying, he liked hanging out with his younger siblings, and he liked playing Quidditch or exploring the area around the castle. The Forbidden Forest was always nice enough to oblige Charlie and him with adventures left and right. And Charlie was not only his brother, but also his best friend. They were each other's secret keepers. But that also made it clear to Bill that he was different from his brother.

Starting fourth year, Charlie would not shut up about that Ravenclaw girl with the unfortunate, as Charlie would describe it, name of Regina. But Regina had other assets, which got her most of the attention from the younger and older boys. Bill could understand that on a certain level. But her assets did nothing for him.

That was the problem of it all. How could the most beautiful girl make no impression on him, but his hormones would go on a rampage by writings on a damn blackboard.

It was so unfair!

Charlie could go on and on about how he had to get it out of his system, before getting in the same room as her. However Bill cannot even start to name what turns him on without losing his voice, or his mind.

To be fair to himself, it was not all writing on blackboards. Professor MacGs wirting was to curvy, and Flitwicks to uneven. It was a specific sharp writing. And it was especially bad on days, when the words where not put there with a sharp, strong spell, that zinged though Bill's body. But by long, thin fingers, the tips with a slight purple and yellow tint from crushing potion incidents, writing sharp even letters. Through the years Bill had to stifle a moan watching those fingers more than once. He had been so grateful for the lose fit of his school uniform, and the ability to hide what these hands did to him.

Even worse were the sharp words accompanying the written ones. So many instructions Bill has never really heard.

It had been all fine. Having a weird thing for words and voices was perfectly fine. Could happen to everybody. He lived in the dorms the past seven years, he had heard the weirdest stuff. He felt completely normal. Until November fifth of his seventh year.

It had been a normal day, all had been fine.

And then he had a double class potions. Nothing out of the ordinary. He came prepared. He had learned that early on in fifth year; it pays off to be prepared if one's mind just went into hormone overdrive, not coming back to be useful anytime soon.

But even preparation did not save him on that day in November. He was watching those seducing fingers moving in that tempting way across the blackboard, listening without hearing the harsh, sharp drawl, being lost in a fantasy he was unable to name, until suddenly, and certainly not by choice, he met eyes with Professor Severus Snape.

There had been no way to hold be the groan that escaped his lips. No way to hide his reaction.

"I agree, that sounds like a lot of steps for just a simple Anti-Intoxicant-Potion", Eddie whispered from next to him.

"Absolutely", he answered scared out of his mind, without really thinking. Then his eyes were still locked with Severus Snape. And he wanted. For the first time in his life.

It was that faithful day, he realised that he had a crush on his professor.

It had been good to know and at the same time it was miserable.

Being weird about writing on the blackboard was one thing. Having a crush on a professor was an entirely different story. Certainly Professor Snape was rather young, and Bills class had been the first he ever taught. Still, he was a Professor. Out of reach. Not someone to be crushing on.

And since that faithful day in November, his hormones have gone and become the bane of his existence. Because now, every time he saw the letters getting written, he also notices the deep, sharp eyes. Professor Snape was knowledgeable, witty, and if he wanted to excellent at explaining the subject matter. Sadly Bill lost all mental capability of listening to that voice, without getting hard.

And he made it. Today was the final day of class.

His Hormones still did not know how to behave, but Bill lived in the illusion of being better at controlling them. He came to accept that apparently that type that got him going where black haired men, with a sharp tongue and a sharp writing. Once he came to accept that, sixth year had been easy. And he broke down in the summer before seventh year and told Charlie about his crush. Charlie who laughed at him for a good hour, before saying: "Well, at least now I know you know. Welcome to puberty I guess, older brother", before tackling him down and tickling him.

However today was hard.

It was finally the last lesson of the year.

He would never see Severus Snape again. His heart was breaking without even having ever had a chance to fully experience the fruits of each labour. Two years of hormone driven infuriation with a person who didn't even notice he existed. All this because of one look, that stole his heart completely. He grinned a bit, as Professor Snape picked up the chalk. Bill would miss the hand writing, would miss the words, even if he barely ever heard what the voice was saying. He wished he would be brave enough to try to find a way to talk to the Professor. He had heard that some Hufflepuffs got together and gave the Professor a gift. But he dared not to. What would he even say? He was just a ridiculous boy, not even able to get over his first crush.

Bill was unable to say if the class was over in the blink of an eye, or stretched on for ages. He tried to enjoy the writings, the words, the state of arousal washing over him, whenever he saw those fascinating letters, whenever the voice reached his ears.

"Finally we are free," Eddie said from next to him.

"If you ignore the NEWTs, I guess you are right."

"Don't do that to me. I was enjoying my freedom. And so should you, everybody expects all Os from you," Eddie protested as they both made their way to the back of the room to walk through the dungeon door one last time.

"Everybody expects a whole lot of me," Bill grumbled. Though he didn't say what he was thinking, that maybe he was over fulfilling the expectations of everyone. Not that anything would come out of it. He was not the rebellious type. He understood actions and consequences. He knew that some things were not meant to be archived.

"Mister Weasley, before you go, may I have a moment of your time please?", Professor Snape requested in a low drawl.

Slowly he turned around.