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Ship : Professor Sharp x Fem! Reader
Plot : Professor Sharp’s life was dull until the day you walked in.
Warnings : Possible OOC but idk since we don’t have a lot of backstory on Sharp; reader is about 10 years younger than Sharp.
“Slytherin!” The Sorting Hat bellowed throughout the great hall.
Aesop smiled to himself; he was glad the Sorting Hat could recognize his ambition. The burning spirit inside of him that his family tried so valiantly to snuff out. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to do without his life yet, but he knew he needed to make a difference.
As he gazed around the warmly lit Great Hall at his new peers, he saw excited faces reflecting back at him.
I’m going to be someone here.
Cold wind whipped at Aesop’s face as he walked with a fellow classmate through the Transfiguration Courtyard.
“So, Aesop,” his classmate said, “What do you think you’ll do after we graduate?”
His 7th year at Hogwarts had recently begun, and although he had developed some skills Aesop wasn’t completely sure how clear the road ahead of him would be.
He still wanted to make a difference after all these years, and his Professors told him that with enough work he could go down plenty of career paths.
“You know,” he responded carefully, “I think I want to become an Auror.”
Aesops’s throat ran dry as he squinted through the ash-ridden sky. He could feel the blood and earth caked underneath his fingernails; could hear yells and spells being casted throughout the air.
Aesop staggered his way towards his partner, his hand finding its way to his wand. He could see his partner fighting for their life as they casted Protego after Protego at the enemy.
They were just walking moments ago, starting their recently assigned mission when suddenly they were ambushed from above by the enemy.
He needed to protect his partner, but he had been yelling spells so much that he wasn’t sure if he could even speak. He saw the sweat cross their brow, their wand slipping.
He finally gathered the strength to draw his wand and aim it at the enemy fighting them; his vision was slowly fading to black.
“Expel—“ he began to say, but it was too late.
He watched helplessly as the life left his partner’s eyes before he collapsed, tears painfully pricking the corners of his eyes.
“No (Y/N), I don’t need assistance with brewing.” Aesop almost snapped at his fellow teacher.
He tried not to notice the hurt that flashed across your face.
You smiled kindly, “Are you sure? I don’t have any students at the moment and I’m very proficient with potions. I could jus—“
“I don’t need help!” He barked just as he accidentally crushed the Ashwinder Egg he was holding.
The room fell quiet for a moment and he silently cleaned up the mess he made.
Aesop had been the potions professor at Hogwarts for many years now. He started a little while after his incident as an Auror so that he could calm down and get a break from the hectic missions. It had been going well (if you count well as pushing everyone away constantly), but today was the anniversary of the day he failed to save his partner.
You had only started a few months prior, but you had already managed to capture the heart of the old potions master. When you first started he found himself liking your honesty and integrity, but nothing more.
At first he thought about trying to be friends with you. After all, he seldom made friends with the walls he maintained. But, then he forced himself to accept that he didn’t deserve the presence of someone as kindhearted as you; he’d squander your innocence with the world with his horrific past as an Auror. That being said, the man couldn’t help his soft spot for you.
“I’m sorry, Aesop.” You whispered. He inhaled sharply at his name on your tongue.
You always called him ‘Professor’ as everyone else did, so why the change in pace? Could it be possible you were playing this card on purpose?
Aesop sighed at his rudeness.
“I’m the one who should be apologizing (Y/N),” He admitted. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you when you were just offering your help. It’s just…” he caught himself.
You told yourself you wouldn’t get her involved.
“Just what?” You said, your soft eyes finding the traces of sadness in his features.
Curse those beautiful eyes. Ever since you arrived you had graced the school with your beauty, both inside and out. He didn’t deserve someone like you. No, you deserved a brave soul; not someone who couldn’t even do their job and save a life.
You noticed his hesitation and gently placed your hand on his forearm. His breath hitched and he tried his hardest not to blush in front of you.
Stop being stupid, she’s just being nice.
“(Y/N), if I tell you this will you promise to keep it between us?” He asked.
You nodded almost eagerly.
“Of course, Aesop. I won’t speak a word.”
He gave a small smile as he closed the door of his room and pulled you both up some chairs.
He told you the story of him being an Auror, how cowardly he was that day, and how today was the anniversary.
“I always told myself I wanted to make a difference somehow, and I guess I did.” He chuckled darkly.
“I cost someone their life.”
You quickly grabbed both of his hands in yours and looked him in the eye.
“Listen to me and listen closely, you stubborn man.” He was taken aback by your sudden boldness.
“You don’t get to claim you’ve only made bad differences. You’re one of the best damn professors Hogwarts has to offer. You inspire students, faculty, and me most of all.”
You whispered the last part, but he heard you and smirked to himself.
“I don’t know what I—the school—would do without you Aesop.” As you spoke, you leaned towards him more and more.
“You are not a coward. You are a brave and intelligent man, and if people can’t see that then they must be blind.” You said firmly.
You were now only a few inches away from each other, and all he could focus on was how enchantingly beautiful you were up close.
With a small blush spreading across your cheeks you whispered, “You deserve the world, Aesop.”
He could’ve sworn his heart skipped a beat.
He paused for a moment, but then found his courage once more.
Damn it, he screwed up. Now you were going to laugh at him and he was going to have to go back to sitting in his office alone for days on end.
You’re going to drive her away.
But as he was scolding himself you spoke up.
“Please,” you whispered, and he could feel your breath against his lips.
Not even a moment later Aesop Sharp’s lips were pressed against your own, and his hands found the sides of your face. You tangled yours in his hair and he swore he was in heaven.
He never wanted to let you go. You were his world, the light at the end of his tunnel ever since you had came along.
His life had been in darkness for so long now, but with you there was something new there. A song danced throughout his mind gracefully whenever he saw you.
His life was so simple and sad before; his flaws laid out plain and clear for him to see in the mirror everyday.
Now his life had a new meaning. You had taken the broken melody in his heart and loved and nurtured it until it grew to become a symphony.
When the two of you finally broke apart, he pressed his head gently against your shoulder.
“Do you feel better now, Aesop?” You asked with that sweet voice of yours.
Inspired by the song “I Hear A Symphony” by Cody Fry.
